REPLACE WAR WITH PEACE Come visit my store on CafePress!FOR MORE ARTWORK CHECK OUT MY PICS! SOME ARE 4 SALE! MOST ARE ORIGINALS UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE.Jan. 30th 2004Dream Everyone had on sunglasses. Somehow they were hooked into your eyes. I decided to take my glasses off and when I did my eyes were black and glossy. When I took them off I could see perfectly. I told people to take their glasses off too, but they wouldn't. ~Dark Eyes Past~ I must explain the circumstances when I had this dream. I had just moved back to North Carolina because I was having troubles in my marriage at the time. I had left my husband back in Monroe, LA. He had stayed to try and sell our house. What's really weird is that the same night I had this dream, my husband called me the next day and told me he had been freaked out that night because he swore up and down that he was awake and it sounded just like someone knocking stuff around in the refrigerator and that he also saw a big round shape, that resembled the alien I had made that previous Halloween, standing in front of the window in the bedroom. He said he was so scared he didn't move to investigate. I guess he just eventually fell asleep.In the summer of 1988, after almost a year of seeing this crazy alien face on book covers everywhere and feeling like I really wanted to read it but was kind of scared, I picked up and absorbed the book Communion. To this day I still tell people that this is THE ONE book that has shaped my thoughts and attitude about the world we live in and how I feel about my place in it. It continues to manifest itself in new thoughts I am exposed to now. So anyhow, as I said, in the summer of '88 after graduating from high school and before moving off to East Carolina University where I planned on majoring in Art, I read it. This was before the X-Files, people just didn't talk about it and to say the least, I had a very strong reaction. I began to think about things I hadn't thought about before. I had a series of strange things happen and these were accompanied by strange dreams. I decided to start a dream journal writing many of these things down. When I later entered college I produced a series of drawings inspired by Communion. A few weeks ago I picked up the third book in the Communion series and like every time I go to an old antique shop with lots of books I always find some obscure Whitley Streiber book, there it was. Just what I needed to hear. The book was about fear and overcoming this. Standing at a crossroads, in the midst of a divorce, I could see how overcoming fear applied to every aspect of my life. For some reason I felt the need to organize and record my own experiences before continuing on. So here it begins. ~Dark Eyes April, 18 2008ProteusMay 16, 1993 sometime between 5:00am and 5:30amThis entire account is all a dream.It began when my mother came to visit me. This happened when we lived on Hickam AFB in Hawaii but the dream took place somewhere else in a little apartment on the second floor of the complex. This seemed as if it were a little ways down the road; in the future. I remember quickly getting dressed at night, and evidently, my mother and I went out somewhere, for next, I remember standing outside at night; it seemed very late in the night. I was waiting for someone or something and I turned behind me to see what, I guess was an old graveyard. There was some sort of streetlight shining from behind the hill with the graveyard on it, so the tombstones and trees were in silouette. Then suddenly, it looked as if maybe something fell out of the tree. Then I saw, in silouette, what looked like a huge bird. I saw only wings and I was thinking that was the biggest bird I had ever seen. So I kept looking intently. Then the bird stood up completely and walked forward. As it got to the end of the graveyard closest to me; it seemed as if the graveyard may have been enclosed by an iron fence.; the bird lit up and I saw that it was a beautiful man with wings. I said to it, “You’re an angel aren’t you? You’re so beautiful. You’re so beautiful. Are you an angel?†As I said these things I walked forward. I walked along the fence that was parallel to the sidewalk I was standing on. The angel looked at me as if it were upset that I had seen it and it said "I am many things to many people." It began to transform itself into these things. I cannot remember the images, but I know they were how an angel might be interpreted in terms of different cultures. However, while in the dream, a lot of the transformations made sense to me. Some of the interpretations were not good ones. Some people saw them as evil spirits. Next I remember telling my mother about what I had seen and also saying that the angel had said that I was full of sin. I knew that I had not gotten this message from the angel at all, but my throat hurt and I did not correct myself. (The statement that “I was full of sin†was reminiscent of another dream I had when I was around 14 years of age also with a mother image.) Next I skip over to the next night. My mother, I assume, had finished her visit and is now gone. Scotty is already asleep and I am curled up with one blanket over me, quickly slipping into sleep. I hear something or someone begin to whisper to me. I understood what they said to in the dream but not know what was said now. It may have been two voices. As the voices continue, the blanket at my feet begins to slowly creep up my body until the entire blanket is folded up around my neck. At this point it’s as if something startled me, although I don’t remember hearing a loud noise or anything that would startle me. Anyway, I jolted up and threw the cover off of me and screamed over and over “Just leave me alone!†I awoke Scotty and remember he was trying to calm me with words but I was so scared I didn’t hear them. Then I heard him say, “Oh fuck! What is that?†I looked at the window that was above our heads and the shades were red with little lit up lines all over them. Scotty looked out the window and said, like he was confused, that there were “a bunch of police down there:†that they were “arresting a bunch of people?†He was still confused. I looked out the window and looked up. There was a UFO hovering above the apartment and all the people down below. All I saw was the underside of the ship and it was glowing red, with some sort of pattern in it but I can’t remember. I got up and stood in the bedroom and I thought, “Why didn’t we wake up?†I then told Scotty that we should go down, too and then I asked if he wanted to get some heavier clothes on. He said, “Yes.†I was frantic getting my clothes on and was saying that abductions usually happened inside the home that we were safer outside. I got ready quick. Scotty was really slow. I looked in the living room to make sure no one was there. There wasn’t. I went back into the bedroom. Scotty was ready so I quickly went back into the living room to walk out the door when I saw that there was a small figure in front of the door. I yelled to Scotty that we were too late and I ran back into the bedroom and sat on the side of the bed and closed my eyes to wait for them to come. I remember thinking that this is what I wanted anyway and that I might as well not put up a fight. Then I felt my whole body go numb and get really hot and tingly at the same time. I couldn’t move and then I blacked out and then I woke up from this dream. When I opened my eyes I still saw red on the ceiling. I quickly looked out the window. I saw nothing but the quiet night. ~Dark Eyes PastI read this now and I think of that other dream about being full of sin. From what I remember of it now, I remember I was in the woods and I find a little house out there. I follow the dirt road up to the door and walk up the steps. As I go to knock on the door a woman dressed in black, wearing a black hat, with a veil covering her face opens it. We then go for a walk down the dirt drive and it is here where she makes the full of sin comment. It did not seem menacing. It seemed very matter of fact. ~Dark Eyes~ Present~ May 18, 2008