Alorin Danya's Dream Journal

Sometimes I wonder which life is real, the one I think I live every day, or the one(s) I experience when I think I am at rest. I suppose the simplest answer is the one that is consistent is the life that is real, but sometimes I just don't know; sometimes a lifetime is lived in one dream. Of all the lives I've lived, the dreams I've had, I have tried to recollect them, keep them in a journal just so I can remember who I was, or what my life could have been had I remained there. I date them in my journal, just so I can see if I had ever dreamt of that 'dream life' before; but I never do dream of the same life twice. I have been a wife in a thousand dreams, a mother, a queen, a daughter, and even though I don't know who I really should be, I know without a doubt that my soul is always the same.

And so remember with me, as I share with you in this journal, the numerous lives I've lived; the lives of Alorin Danya.

Dream 2\14\96 I was out in a sunny storm. There was a sort of sea flood, and so I went out to see what damage there was. There was a dead dolphin. Many girls were floating face down in the water, but they were alive and standing when I got to them. I was with Robert Bullock (a friend from high school), I remember that, but he sort of disappeared after I saw Daniel. I don't know how I knew him, but I loved him. When I saw him face down in the water, I died inside. But then he stood, and I embraced him. A moment later we where together, looking down at the precious gift I had inside of me. My parents were not mad but very happy for both of us; they loved him too. Some time later I had Elizabeth, and Daniel did everything for her and me. He was her father, and yet not my husband. Oh, yes I did love him, but it was a matter of politics, not honor. I would have gladly given up my honor for him. The problem was, I suppose, that the people of our country would rebel if I married a non-worthy person. It was all right if I kept him as my lover and not my husband, so I did. But to my family and me he was my husband; I would have no other. Six years later, when I was twenty-one, a proposal of marriage did come to me, form a man I don't suppose I liked, for I refused him publicly. He was not happy with this. It was flood season, and on a boathouse you have to make sure everything is tightly sealed so that the water may not seep in. Elizabeth was a very active little girl, and Daniel and I were kept busy with her. Father had put Daniel as his security when Elizabeth was born, and Daniel had learned never to let his guard down. Elizabeth was in a place with many cabinets and a garage door. I was somewhere, and Daniel with me, no where near Elizabeth. Something caught our attention, either her scream or the feeling you get when you know something is wrong. We had no idea where she was, but we both frantically searched for her. Daniel, then I, found the cause of our distress. The man whom I had refused was taking his vengeance out on us, with taking what was most important to Daniel and I, the one thing we shared with our love. Elizabeth was no where to be seen, neither was anyone else to stop this man, who had drawn his sword. Daniel fought him while I searched for my little girl. She just had to be somewhere in this room, it was where she always was. Elizabeth liked to hide in the cabinets; a warm mist flowed out of them because of the ventilation system directly behind them. In one cabinet the wall was out of it. Could Elizabeth had gone through there? I called out to her and received a reply from her. She had crawled up this tight passage, much like a chimney sweep. She said she could not come down, and I could not go up to her. As long as she could not slip, she would be fine. I tried to look round me to see if there was a board or something I could put under her. I did not see one, but what I did see terrified me. The garage door was leaking in much water. I had to stop it. The safety had been put on 10, and I had to put it back on 30. This was an account of a dream I had on Feb. 13. I have added nothing that was not in it, and have probably forgotten some.

Dream 2\23\96 It was at a sunny, beachy place with a few large sand dunes. I was playing a sort of tag with a little girl who ran to Mr. Alan Bunch (high school choir teacher, kinda looked like a nice Hitler) for protection. I couldn't let him see me, or something of that sort, because I went away from him, and into a one level building with many automatic sliding metal doors. Inside were friendly people, people I supposedly knew. There were also wolfs. These people were the wolves, werewolves. I too was a werewolf. We had purple green eyes (3/25 not true, that is just my favorite eye color. They were really my brown eyes, but with a golden ripple around the pupil. I did look in a mirror in this dream, to see what I had become.).

Dream 5/9/96 My family was on some type of vacation, and part of the package was that we had to eat in a building, which had large holes in the floor. We were put in one along with two other families-one Scottish, the other Oriental. We ate together and had a nice time. The women ate separately form the men. The youngest oriental girl, about 6 or 7yrs old, was really fussy. Phaedra and I prayed for her, and the oriental family was amazed. We all had a prayer meeting and then started rejoicing and singing praises to Jesus. That had nothing to do with what happened next. I don't remember how this sequence started, so I'll just begin. I was walking down a hallway with some people my age. There was one nine year old. This hallway had one grandfather clock shaped like a coffin. This place had to be a hotel or movie house, cause there were elevators and a theater. I am not sure if we knew, but 8/29/96 I forgot what I was going to write then, but I will finish with what I remember now. The theater was like an old movie house, but it had a rotating floor. While we (the group of kids) were watching, the 9 yr. old started attacking and chasing her sister, who became terrified and ran out. I scolded the younger sister and went off the rotating floor to follow the older. I found her on a bed in a room, but she was unconscious. I left her and went back down the hall with the clock, and as I passed it, I felt a presence. I walked forward then heard the door of the clock creek open and he came out. He was gorgeous, yet terrifying. He was in black, had a cape, blonde hair and blue eyes. I ran down the stairs to a garden full of flowers. An elderly woman was weeding and explained who he was and what the place was. He came and I ran to get the others out and did so. -The little sister is a vampire who attacked her older sister in the bedroom before I reached it. -The man is a vampire, not exactly a bad one.

Dream from 7/8/96 I was in this hotel and there was a convention there that I wasn't a part of, but I knew what it was for. An important child was to be killed, and so men in skull armor, who I prefer to call demons, were everywhere to make sure that the child was not disturbed. The child was a long, blonde/red head girl about six or seven, without a name. I knew her room number and I went to see her, but she had switched rooms. I had no idea of where to find her. I went to eat at an eatery with my family and friends. A young boy and his friend were playing, and the child was with them. I immediately went to her, told her who I was and led her to the storehouse of the eatery. The warriors hadn't seen me take her, thank God. During the time I had I asked her if she knew her purpose, which she did. I felt such sadness and love for this child that I couldn't see her dying such a death of pain, so I told her of Jesus, whom she already knew as the resurrected one. I told her that it was he who had created all things and us and that he is the only being who truly cares enough for us to have given himself as an ultimate sacrifice. I told her that though she was special, she could never have peace until she would except him as her savior. She excepted him fully with such a giggle of delight as she had never had. I told her that I would try to help her escape and be saved from early death, but that if she was killed it didn't mean that Jesus didn't care about her, but that it was a gift from God that she might see him. She was very happy with the hope I had given her, and I was uncertain if she truly understood. The warriors had sensed Gods unearthly power and found us. I told the child to run while I went another way. If I escaped I am not sure. This is the account of a dream I think I had on the morning of July 9th. I have added only to the part where I speak to the child about Jesus. In my dream I did tell her of Jesus, but when she excepted him the warriors came, I told her to run and so on. In my dream also she was like the character from Willow, Elora Dannon, and everyone at the hotel for the convention was a sorcerer or witch. I left this out of my account of the dream so that I may only remember the innocence of the child and myself.

Dream from 8/21/96 This world has separated--good farm folk from city gangsters. My main character, say a blonde and blue lass named Jenny, was a folk but wanted to change the minds of the gangs, so she went to the city and got a few minds on her side. She took a young man back with her to the farm and her brother found out. He strangled the young man, who turned into a blue stuffed toy. The brother was going to strangle Jenny, but she got away and hid in the forest. For days she eluded him, and then her parents went out to mend their garden behind the forest. She told them of her efforts and what her brother had done to the young man. Her father told her the young man was fine, but just needed to be reunited with his home. Then her brother came and she hid. As all the farm folk were heading home, Jenny tried to sneak into the glass building that separated farm and city, but her brother saw and went after her. She ran up and down escalators--no more dream.

Dream from 8/28/96 I was in a group going to the circus. The arena was up many flights of escalators. We found our seats, almost the backstage area. When the people I was with started to perform as clowns, I said, "How can I do that?" and a guy answered, "They will explain later."

Dream from 8/29/96 It was a sunny day. Mom and I were going to walk somewhere toward Kansas Ave., and Phaedra and Phillip Beebe were in our front yard with Jerry Nelson (a Muppet performer) playing with Muppets. After a long time of walking, Mom and I decided to go back and get the Jeep. As we were walking, two men in yellow hard hats and light blue shirts followed us, bothered us, and possibly stole from us. As we walked home, they left and came back. When we got close enough to get Phae's and Phil's attention, we called to them, they saw the guys and the guys never came back. -This has nothing to do with the above dream. When I say "I", my character is a small boy (the one time I've NEVER been a girl in a dream). I went down a twisting water slide into a giant pool, and I had to swim all the way to the other side to get out. When I got out I went into a building, down winding stairs, and changed at the bottom where someone was waiting for me. Some time later I was behind some trees watching police officers talk about something, and I knew I had to lead the heard of elephants away. We traveled far and barely eluded the police many times. At one point there was a black boy who told his donkey not to have the elephants trample his prized bush, but he donkey led them over it anyway. I went into this mansion, without the elephants. The police were looking for me, and I was almost caught, but I went into a secret dining room. While there I needed to use the restroom, so I stayed there, for who knows how long. An older lady, possibly my nanny, found me and led me out. She didn't punish or yell, just told me I did wrong.

A/N: I hope you all will enjoy the wacky dreams I actually have. I just thought that since has strict policies that I needed to create some sort of character/story in order to post my dreams. I truly try not to embellish my dreams and only write down what I remember. Not all dreams are complete or have storylines, and as a writer, it is really hard just to write my dreams and let them stand 'as is.' So, take them as you will, these visions I have during the night.