Famous Dreams,Dreams that came true-Do you have one you can add~ FReeper Canteen ~ March 15-07

[fatima]

~Famous~

Paul McCartney Finds "Yesterday"
In a Dream Paul McCartney is one of the most famous singer/ songwriters of all time. According to the Guinness Book of Records, his Beatles song "Yesterday" (1965) has the most cover versions of any song ever written and, according to record label BMI, was performed over seven million times in the 20th century. The Beatles were in London in 1965 filming Help! and McCartney was staying in a small attic room of his family's house on Wimpole Street.

One morning, in a dream he heard a classical string ensemble playing, and, as McCartney tells it: "I woke up with a lovely tune in my head. I thought, 'That's great, I wonder what that is?' There was an upright piano next to me, to the right of the bed by the window. I got out of bed, sat at the piano, found G, found F sharp minor 7th -- and that leads you through then to B to E minor, and finally back to E. It all leads forward logically. I liked the melody a lot, but because I'd dreamed it, I couldn't believe I'd written it. I thought, 'No, I've never written anything like this before.' But I had the tune, which was the most magic thing!"

Mary Shelley's Frankenstein Inspired By a Dream In the summer of 1816, nineteen-year-old Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin and her lover, the poet Percy Shelley (whom she married later that year), visited the poet Lord Byron at his villa beside Lake Geneva in Switzerland. Stormy weather frequently forced them indoors, where they and Byron's other guests sometimes read from a volume of ghost stories. One evening, Byron challenged his guests to each write one themselves. Mary's story, inspired by a dream, became Frankenstein. "When I placed my head upon my pillow, I did not sleep, nor could I be said to think... I saw -- with shut eyes, but acute mental vision -- I saw the pale student of unhallowed arts kneeling beside the thing he had put together.

I saw the hideous phantasm of a man stretched out, and then, on the working of some powerful engine, show signs of life, and stir with an uneasy, half-vital motion. Frightful must it be; for supremely frightful would be the effect of any human endeavor to mock the stupendous Creator of the world. ...I opened mine in terror. The idea so possessed my mind, that a thrill of fear ran through me, and I wished to exchange the ghastly image of my fancy for the realities around. ...I could not so easily get rid of my hideous phantom; still it haunted me. I must try to think of something else. I recurred to my ghost story -- my tiresome, unlucky ghost story! O! if I could only contrive one which would frighten my reader as I myself had been frightened that night! Swift as light and as cheering was the idea that broke upon me. 'I have found it! What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted me my midnight pillow.' On the morrow I announced that I had thought of a story. I began that day with the words, 'It was on a dreary night of November', making only a transcript of the grim terrors of my waking dream."

St. Patrick Follows His Dreams Surprisingly little is known about the life of St. Patrick, one of the most well-known saints in Christianity. The common belief that he drove snakes out of Ireland is now believed to be false. Some believe that the "snakes" in the story may be a metaphor for Pagans and Heathens. Patrick incorporated traditional Pagan rituals and symbols into his efforts to convert the Irish, who had traditionally practiced earth-based spirituality, to Christianity. For example, Patrick used bonfires at Easter services because the people honored their gods with fire.

It is known that he was born into a wealthy, but not particularly religious family. When Patrick was sixteen years old, he was taken prisoner by a group of Irish renegades who brought him to Ireland, where he was held in captivity for six years. He was put to work as a shepherd and became a devout Christian in his isolation, dreaming of converting the Irish people to Christianity. He finally escaped and according to his writing, God spoke to him in a dream. Patrick interpreted the dream as a sign that he was to leave Ireland. After walking nearly 200 miles, Patrick had another dream. This time an angel told him to return to Ireland as a missionary. Patrick followed his dream and was ordained as a priest after fifteen years of study. By this time, part of Ireland's population practiced Christianity, so the legend that St. Patrick introduced the religion is not completely accurate. Irish culture is a dreaming culture, centered around storytelling, poetry and myth. Many of the stories about him were exaggerated in the Irish tradition of weaving wonderful tales to record their heritage.

"I can but give an instance or so of what part is done sleeping and what part awake…and to do this I will first take…Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I had long been trying to write a story on this subject. For two days I went about wracking my brains for a plot of any sort, and on the second night I dreamed the scene at the window and a scene afterward split in two, in which Hyde, pursued for some crime, took the powder and underwent the change in the presence of his pursuers. All the rest was made awake, and consciously. Robert Louis Stevenson, A Chapter on Dreams, 1892.

"About ten days ago, I retired very late. I had been up waiting for important dispatches from the front. I could not have been long in bed when I fell into a slumber, for I was weary. I soon began to dream. There seemed to be death-like stillness about me. Then I heard subdued sobs, as if a number of people were weeping. I thought I left my bed and wandered downstairs. There the silence was broken by the same pitiful sobbing, but the mourners were invisible. I went from room to room; no living person was in sight, but the same mournful sounds of distress met me as I passed along. It was light in all the rooms; every object was familiar to me; but where were all the people who were grieving as if their hearts would break? I was puzzled and alarmed.

What could be the meaning of all this? Determined to find the cause of a state of things so mysterious and so shocking, I kept on until I arrived at the East Room, which I entered There I met with a sickening surprise. Before me was a catafalque, on which rested a corpse wrapped in funeral vestments. Around it were stationed soldiers who were acting as guards; and there was a throng of people, some gazing mournfully upon the corpse, whose face was covered, others weeping pitifully. "Who is dead in the White House?" I demanded of one of the soldiers "The President" was his answer; "he was killed by an assassin! Then came a loud burst of grief form the crowd, which awoke me from my dream. " Ward Hill Lamon, Recollections of Abraham Lincoln, 1847-1885, 1911.

[MS.BEHAVIN]

" A prayer request, a gift of love..
A little one sent from God above..
May all you hope for come to pass..
A new Grandchild, for our Sandrat!

[danmar]

I hear you,you've been there before and sometimes you know what is going to happen next.

Exactly, then you say yourself, hold on, not this way, or wait a minute, did that before, just like that, with the same outcome!

[BIGLOOK]

Aloha Fatima!

It has been beautiful the last ten days... and this morning too. But this afternoon, it was thunder and lightning and a downpour. Not to worry though, I had my trusty umbrella which is always in my van........about 150 feet away.

[ScubieNuc]

If they are from God you would feel peace.

That is probably a good rule of thumb, however I think both of my dreams were warnings from God, and that's why they scared me.

One was basically Rapture was happening (I'm not trying to turn this into a Religion forum debate, so if you think Rapture is nonsense, that's fine for this "dream topic.")and me and my two younger children were rising with me, but my wife and older son were not.

I woke up scared and almost crying because it felt so real and so sad at the same time. My wife asked what was wrong and I told her. The next day I had a good one on one discussion with my oldest son on belief in God.

The second dream I won't go into, but it happened at a crucial time in my life where I was dealing with some serious life changing decisions. I was filled with rage, and in my dream, the end result of the rage was not good.

While the dream had a very dark evil feel to it, the result of the dream was a decision for me to not take things into my own hands and trust God. Whether the dream was from God or not, I can't truely say, but the end result was God directed.

Sincerely

[SevenofNine]

Just asking that other secret in SO CAL MONK IHOP I think that only one that offer around the country i went there on Saturday morning we didn't go to Norms we went there NOrms was too crowded it only couple block away from my work place LMAO

[Kathy in Alaska]

I don't remember a fairy with Jiminy, but how about Peter Pan's Tinkerbell?

[fatima]

So true.Once I had a dream of a beautiful house next to water.It shone and I knew I was supposed to be there.I was asked by a priest to find a location for our ministry that we could buy.I looked for 3 years and one day he called me up and said you have to buy a newspaper and find a property right away.I did and went to see a house that day.It was the house in my dream and I said to the Realtor where's the water.She took me outside and showed me the creek that ran next to the house.I bought it.

[SandRat]

Remember,... She's the one that made Pinocchio come alive and later made him become a real boy.

Ms.B send over and she cast a spell but there is a job for Tink and Jimminy.

Tink you keep an Eye on them and if they start to waver from the Good Fairy's spell let Jimminy know so he can nudge their conscious, OK?

[BIGLOOK]

I promise not to tell a single, solitary tourist.

Where you are and it's snowing. the tourists flock. Where I am and it's raining the tourists freak.

BTW; Congratulations to Mackey!

[SandRat]

A Dream


Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my Angel-guarded bed,
That an Emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay.

Troubled, 'wilder'd, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangled spray,
All heart-broken I heard her say:

``O, my children! do they cry?
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see:
Now return and weep for me.''

Pitying, I drop'd a tear;
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied: ``What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?

``I am set to light the ground,
While the beetle goes his round:
Follow now the beetle's hum;
Little wanderer, hie thee home.''





- William Blake

[MS.BEHAVIN]

Didja like that spell?
;0)
Ms.B

[fatima]

I see.I only had one negative dream and it was a premonition of something that happened in a week.It is still unfolding with a better understanding of why I was shown it.

[SandRat]

That's worthy of Walt and Crew from the original film.

[SandRat]

Cloths of Heaven
~

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.


- W.B.Yeats

[fatima]

I must go to bed,prayers for all,Fatima

[SandRat]

Dreams


Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow:
Yes! though that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
'Twere better than the dull reality
Of waking life to him whose heart must be,
And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
A chaos of deep passion from his birth.

But should it be --- that dream eternally
Continuing --- as dreams have been to me
In my young boyhood --- should it thus be given,
'Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.
For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright
I' the summer sky; in dreams of living light,
And loveliness --- have left my very heart
In climes of mine imagining --- apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thought --- what more could I have seen?

'Twas once --- and only once --- and the wild hour
From my remembrance shall not pass --- some power
Or spell had bound me --- 'twas the chilly wind
Came o'er me in the night, and left behind
Its image on my spirit, or the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
Too coldly --- or the stars --- howe'er it was
That dream was as that night wind --- let it pass.

I have been happy --- though in a dream
I have been happy --- and I love the theme;
Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality which brings
To the delirious eye more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love --- and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.

[BIGLOOK]

All things guide us if we take notice.

[MS.BEHAVIN]

[MS.BEHAVIN]

Why, thank you!
Ms.B

[SuziQ]

Probably the eeriest dream I had was last summer. I'd stayed up into the wee hours, and was sleeping late when I heard the phone ringing. I answered the phone, and it was my oldest brother, George. I heard him say, "I just wanted to let you know that Mother is all right." I came awake just then, realized I'd been dreaming, then wondered why I'd dreamed that because George was home in MS, and our Mother had died two years earlier. That was just about 11am.

At 11:30, I got a phone call from my older sister that George had died, of a heart attack, at 11 that morning. So I realized, he was letting me know that he knew Mama was all right, because he was with her. When I recounted the dream to his wife, Diane, it was very comforting to her. She was with him, at the time, which was a miracle in itself. He'd been out of town, up in the MS Delta, about 4 hours from home, when he started having pains in his back. He was in a hotel, so he checked himself into the local hospital, and they thought he might have kidney stones. He called Diane to let her know, and so she could come up and drive him back home. He got up during the night to go to the bathroom and developed breathing problems. They put him in ICU, and about 9:30 that morning had his first heart attack. The hospital called Diane, who was on her way there with their son's fiance, who was bringing Diane to drive George's car.

She was only about an hour away at the time, fortunately, and got to the hospital about 10:30. Unfortunately, he never regained consciousness, but she was glad she was there. It was an awful shock to all of us, because he was only 66.