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.

[fatima]

What beautiful picture's HiJinx.thank you.

[Eva]

She was scared to death. The first week that she was there she claimed that she was lying down on the sofa and the little girl ran through the room.

[beachn4fun]

WOW!

[fatima]

Oh my gosh.I would be so outta there.Maybe she could do some history on the house online.There might be a good story there.

[Tamar1973]

Yeah, but then we'd be in heaven! :D

I don't remember anything in the Bible about carbs not making you fat in heaven. ROTFLOL!

[luvie]

By default...you CAN'T be unhappy in heaven and being fat would make me VERY unhappy! LOL!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Jinxy!


An angel indeed a precious gem
for grandma and grandpa a shining star
to hook a dream too, away out far.

Happy Belated to you and Nanna.

[Soaring Feather]

mine

[Soaring Feather]

mine

[Soaring Feather]

me

[Soaring Feather]

Good day to you dangerous one.

[Tamar1973]

By default...you CAN'T be unhappy in heaven and being fat would make me VERY unhappy! LOL!

Well, first of all, the definition of fat is relative. Some think a size 10 is really fat, some people think size 10 is normal, some think it's too skinny.

Think about it, during the middle ages, fatter people were considered more attractive than thin people. Tastes change over the millennia.

Still the idea of being able to eat all the carbs you want and not gaining weight would certainly be heaven to me. LOL!

[Eva]

No one knows anything about the woman who owned the house or the people that were living there. She was an occupational therapist (criminal rehabilitation) for the RCMP, and she wasn't supposed to have criminals living in her house in the US. She never really lived in the house, herself, not full time anyway.

Something else wierd happened about six months after the new family moved in. One night the mother was folding laundry in a spare bedroom and the little girl (about 21/2 yr. old) was playing in the closet. The mother finished what she was doing, went to leave the room and called to the little girl to come with her. The little girl looked up at the mother and said, "Get the F--- back here, I'm not done with you yet." No one can figure out where the little girl even heard the "f" word, let alone learn how to use it. She lives on a farm and my daughter was the only one there on a regular basis. She hadn't yet started pre-school, and had no contact with neighbors.

[fatima]

A greasy spoon I can not hide
My master waits on yonder nigh
I have no clue what I just said
The words do rhyme in my head.

[HiJinx]

Thank you, Ms. Feather...

A shining star to hook a dream to...indeed.

It's been a great run so far!

[fatima]

Rut Row,I would move.

[The KG9 Kid]

I bookmarked this thread from 2001 where Freeper SamAdams76 had a vivid unshakeable dream about two planes crashing into the John Hancock tower in Boston several months before 9/11. His comment is at post #16, but you may want to read the whole thread:

Strange Dream

[MS.BEHAVIN]

Beautiful pictures Jinxy...
Ms.B

[beachn4fun]

I know this is not about a dream, but I had an experience a couple of years ago that I still wonder if this was "an angelic interaction."

I am a nervous flyer. I only get to fly on an airplane once a year. And, when I go it is usually without a "buddy." For some reason, I always feel much safer while traveling with someone I know.

So, each time I go I do a lot of praying before hand. I've seen God answer many of my prayers by spotting an "important" person sitting near me. Most of the times, it's been a pastor or someone reading a bible. Which to me is always a sign that guy has heard me.

This one year I was flying back home from the business trip. I had a teammate with me but she was in another part of the plane. The plane is loading and I was in the isle seat and another woman was in the window seat. The seat in the middle was empty. I was glad cause I am working on some class work and this leaves me more elbow room. Before I know it a man steps up and says he's assigned to that middle seat. I was a tad upset but moved so he could sit down.

Later in the flight he got to talking to me, first about my school work and then onto regular stuff (married, kids, came from, going to?). As the flight progressed we noticed we were having some rough patches and the pilot made us stay seated and belted.

This guy and I noticed that the lady next to the window was having a really bad time. She was shaking and seemed to be crying and clutching her passport. The guy leaned over and talked to her a bit, but she didn't speak much English. He eventually gave her his jacket to clutch and he would offer comforting words. I even tried to help calm her but of course she was too scared. Although I think she was comforted some.

During this whole time he and I are still talking with additional comments about how scary this kind of flight can be.

When we landed I was set to try and locate my teammate as we were driving together. As I stood up to grab my bag, I got my very first chance to look directly into the eyes of this guy and I felt this electric charge (best I can describe it) go through me. One of recognition, like. We said our goodbyes and I found my teammate.

Later, I realized that not only had this guy helped that other lady but me as well. If he had not been there and kept me talking, I would have been having an anxiety attack at such a rough ride. Not as bad as the other lady, but very nervous. I've never forgotten that or the eye contact. And, have wondered ever since if this was indeed an "angelic interaction."

[fatima]

Thanks The KG9 Kid,that was posted 5-10-01.i am going to read that thread.Here is the dream.
"I've had the following dream at least twice involving an airliner:

I dreamed I was in downtown Boston and a Boeing 747 flew into the John Hancock tower. For those unfamiliar with Boston, the John Hancock tower is a 60 story glass building - the tallest skyscraper in Boston at 790 feet.

Anyway, in the dream, I'm walking past the Boston Public Library towards Copley Place and I look up in the sky and see this 747 coming in low to the ground. It crashes into the building up near the top so that the nose section is sticking out one end and the tail section is jutting out of the other. The wings shear off and fall to the ground.

Strangely enough, nobody around me seems to react to this seemingly catastrophic event. People just go on walking as usual. However, several fire trucks and police cars nonchalantly approach the building and begin to commence rescue operations. None of the rescue personnel appear to be in much of a hurry. It's almost like they are carrying out a tired, routine drill.

However, I can hear distant screams from the airplane above as I approach the building. Sort of like the screams you hear from a distant roller coaster. People up there are screaming but nobody down below seems to be paying very much attention.

After waking from this dream (I've had it at least twice), I can't seem to get myself together right away. The eerie feeling persists for an hour or two and I can't get the sound of the distant screams out of my head nor the vision of the airliner pierced like an arrow through the John Hancock building in Boston."


16 Posted on 05/10/2001 17:25:30 PDT by SamAdams76