Dreams & The Unusual

I Dreamt I Was Dead

2010-10-16T21:32:00.000-07:00

Today is Saturday, October 16, 2010. At 6:45 a.m. this morning, I woke up, made some chamomile tea, and drank it at the computer where I checked my emails and answered some, made a brief pass over Facebook posts, and scanned The New York Times. I noticed an article announcing that Peter Jackson had finalized a deal to direct "The Hobbit."

At about 7:45, Judy my wife was getting up, while I was about to return to bed to sleep more after drinking a full mug of chamomile. By 8 a.m., I was in bed asleep. I woke up around 10 a.m., walked out into the living room, greeted Judy again, then walked to the kitchen and fixed some coffee. I took my coffee to the computer and looked at my home, The New York Times. It hit me like a brick. There on the front page was a bird's eye shot of an area in New York, where there were buildings and green tress. One of the most powerful lucid dreams that I have ever had in my life came back to me in a flash, jump stared by the photo of the cover of the The New York Times.

I turned to my wife Judy, who was writing in her diary on the couch and I said, "I had a dream this morning that I was dead. It was the most lucid powerful dream I have ever had," I told her. She put her diary down. "I was floating between earth and space. I was alone. There was nobody around."

Then, I told her my dream: I was in this city scape that like run-down desolate landscape of grayish buildings with faded color. Drab. I walked in this lost vacuum searching for anyone, then I traveled at will to another place, like earth, a holding place. There were people but they did not see me, then I returned to the desolate semi-urban world, again completely alone. There was like a waste dumping ground in the middle of nowhere; it was made of drab colors and felt dead. I felt the death in the area and the lanscape. I was searching, not understanding, but it was so real, so lucid, so multi-dimensional (beyond three dimensions); and then, magnificent color came all around and people started appearing as I walked. They were in houses, rooms with enormous windows that had radiant light streaming in; people were walking outside together, eating, talking, they were even lined up sitting on the ground with their backs up against the fence waiting to play tennis next on one of two back-to-back courts. There were happy people everywhere. Nobody spoke with me, but I felt at home there with the color, the dimension, the people. Something drew me to follow a sidewalk through the buildings and benches, so I did. I walked through the winding sidewalk, around the buildings, and inside one of the buildings that felt like very few people went there. It drew me forward. The concrete, the buildings and level landscape disappeared when I arrived at the back of a building which was like a a drab apartment building. Before me was a voluminous canyon like the Grand Canyon, but it was filled with rich vegetation and trees and trees and trees as far as I could see. The color was magnificent. I felt the color and volume in my very being. Then, a flock of nearly a thousand birds flew across the great divide of the canyon. And I watched them.

Nine hours later at 5:22, I was channel surfing and saw a film on HBO, "THE LOVELY BONES." I read the description. Stanley Tucci. I remember the press about the book, which was a New York Times best seller and the release of the film. I did not read book, nor did I see the film. I did not even know what the film was about. So I thought, "wow, I am going to watch this, we missed it at the theaters." Judy was at the computer, and we could not put clothes in because someone else was washing. So why not? Innocent.

The first few minutes passed by in the film. After a three to four minutes, I knew that whoever directed it was a brilliant director. (not until the end did I realize that it was Peter Jackson, and that Steven Spielberg had exec produced it). Then, it happened. The main character Suzie Salmon was murdered and she was telling the story. She was dead! There were a series of subjective images from her pov and perspective. I sat on the edge of the couch and leaned toward the HDTV in complete disbelief and shock. The images in the film were my dream. I screamed out to Jude, "These images in the film is what I dreamed this morning when I came out here and told you that 'I dreamt I was dead.'" I had dreamt between the earth and the moon, an object in my hand floating in space that I had let and was trying to reach caught between two worlds in space. I dreamt and felt a drab world, empty, alone, searching, a waste dump site, colorful landscape appearing where people dissolved into it. And flocks of birds flying in the same exact formation as the film.

My dream and the film were the same. I felt the same. I was not just external images, but internal feelings, confusions, searching. And I dreamt my dream 9 hours before the film.

I did not know the story, had never read nor heard the story, the images, the characters before 5:22 p.m. on October 16, 2010 when I sat down on the couch and flipped to HBO.

Mile Marker 23

2010-03-22T10:49:00.000-07:00

Saturday Night, March 20, I had what I call a "dream sense," if for no other way to describe it. It is a sense that I feel, more than dream. The next morning was the L.A. Marathon, which was very much on my mind. Mile Marker 23 popped into my being in my early 4:00 a.m. wake semi-sleep state. I thought that it meant "something" significant was going to happen at Mile Marker 23 on the Marathon, but lo and behold, nothing unusual happened. Then, at 5;00 a.m. this morning, when I awoke, it occurred to me that I am in my own personal Marathon with "The Ascendancy" and the Jacob's Bean Trilogy, and that we are currently awaiting, any day now, to hear from some major producers and production companies from submissions that my attorney made of both the novel and the screenplay. Tomorrow is Tuesday, March 23. Maybe, that is the Mile Marker for a significant event in this personal Marathon? Maybe we are going to hear something about "The Ascendancy" tomorrow? If so, it will validate my "dream sense" that I had two nights ago, which was very much like other senses that I had years ago. We'll see.

Strange Lucid Airplane Dream

2010-02-05T08:07:00.000-08:00

Last night, I had a strange dream. My wife and I were vacationing in Thailand,, or Australia, a seaside beach resort community of some sort. We had discussed flying to another destination, but there was confusion and miscommunication. While with her in a grass hut-like recreatioal/bar area, there was an announcement over the P.A. system that the flight for Israel was boarding, and then they called three names. My name was the third name called, the announcement said that I was sitting in seat 6E, which was a middle seat. I remember not having any luggage, and it was a one way trip. There was some confusion between my wife and me, but I left suddenly and went to one of the airport officials, who was standing at the top of the stairs. I showed him a white piece of paper that had scribbled on it the name of Allistar or Alliar Airlines? He pointed down the steps, and I hustled down the stairs to catch the flight. The dream was lucid, full dimensional color, and seemed extremely stressful though the setting was tropical and relaxing. It was a flight from this Thailand beach resort area to Israel. I woke up in a hot sweat. The dream was really bothersome.

Another Night, Another Power Animal

2009-09-08T15:22:00.000-07:00

Tuesday morning, September 8, 2009, wee-hours again, 3:30 a.m. to be exact, I awoke with a start after having a lucid dream about a large bear.

It was a forest, and there was a small clearing of maybe thirty feet, but the woods were thick and green. In the clearing was a great tree trunk laying on the ground. It was hollowed out, its diameter was 4' - 5' and about 20' - 25' long. It was weathered gray with age; it had no bark on the outside of it, only an ancient gray weathered rough surface. At one end, the tree trunk opened and there was light from the forest and the sky above filtering in.

I do not, however, remember anyone else being there, even though I had the distinct feeling that this was a ritual. I had to crawl through the tree trunk on my hands and knees from the darker end toward the lighted end that opened up. In the open end, there was a rudimentary swing of some kind, which I sat in and swung a few times, as if swinging beneath a tree's limb. As I got nearer to the lighted end, a large bear appeared. I managed to escape him, but he followed me through the edges of the forest. I returned several times to crawl on my hands and knees through the tube of the tree trunk, until the bear finally caught up with me.

The bear raised his paw, and scratched my face putting slash marks down my face with his claws. I could see the lines of blood on my face. I awoke with a start. It was 3:30 a.m.

The is the second night that I have been pursued by a power animal, the night before this, Monday at 2:30 a.m. the jaguar, this morning Tuesday at 3:30 a.m. by the bear.

A Power Animal in the Night

2009-09-08T10:54:00.000-07:00

Sunday night, September 6, or I should more precisely say, Monday morning wee-hours, September 7, I had a shamanic dream. It was 2:30 a.m. and I awoke with a start. I had a lucid dream in full-blown color, sound and dimension.

A long-time friend whose name is Michael and I were were walking along a street in the neighborhood, where I grew up, Hollywood, Maryland. We were walking up a slight hill on the asphalt street just talking. There were a few people out and cars driving by beneath us on a parallel road. When we reached the top of the hill, for some reason, we had parted. My friend Michael was walking down the left sidewalk outside off the street. Between him and the street were grass and bushes. I was walking still on the asphalt paved street, but on the far right, when I froze in my tracks. On my friend's side of the street, right in front of him to the right was a beautiful jaguar. He did not see it; it not see him. Michael kept on walking.

At first, I was worried about my friend Michael, then as he walked by the jaguar and down the hill, I knew that he was safe; however, more importantly I knew that the jaguar not only was not interested in him, but also did not see him. At that moment, while I was standing frozen in place, the jaguar with its beautiful spots (at first, I thought that it was a tiger, then a leopard, then I knew that, for sure, that it was a jaguar) looked up at me. It was beautiful, powerful, threatening. It began to move toward me never taking its piercing eyes off of me. I ran to a nearby tree, that was shaped like an oak, or the Tree of Life, and I began to climb to escape the jaguar. I climbed the tree to the first branch level and held on, but the jaguar came. It reached up with its great paw, grabbed my leg and pulled at me. I awoke with a start.

The dream was shamanic.

2009 Woodward Stakes at Saratoga Springs

2009-09-04T20:22:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow, September 5, 2009 is the 56th running of the $750,000 Woodward Stakes horse race at Saratoga Springs in New York.

My friend Mike Lydon made his pick, Rachel Alexandra for 1st.

I am going with the following Prediction:

1st: Cool Coal Man

2nd: Rachel Alexandra

3rd: Da' Tara.

Let's see what happens.

A Grayish Weathered Acorn

2009-08-21T22:15:00.000-07:00

This morning I had a dream, what was more than a dream, it was a "sense," more than, a "feeling." It was an image of a gray acorn, the roundness, the eye-like pupil up close and the central focus of everything around it; I do not even remember what else was around or near it. The color and texture were identical to wood on the side of a barn, where the paint has long worn off, where the rain and sun had bleached out the paint, the freshness was gone. The wood looked older, drier, and worn, like the acorn. The wood was splintering and gray as if the grains of wood were peeling away.

But this was not merely an image, it was a "taste." It was a "feel." It was a"texture" in my mind. I felt it it. It was part of me. Only for an instant, maybe one second. Another time that I had an "identical impression" was when I predicted the winner of the 2009 Kentucky Derby, Mine That Bird seven hours before the race. (see this blog May 2, 2009). I remember my dream "feeling" of Mine That Bird was of a charred bird. I tasted the bird, like I tasted this acorn.

I have no idea what this "acorn" structure means or will mean. Maybe, nothing. I only wanted to record here. I have learned to pay attention to these images, senses when they come.

Strange Light & Sound: Ghost at Panera?

2009-08-17T06:37:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, August 16, 2009, Judy, Sebastian and I went to brunch with Paul Boyle, David Boyle and Hyunwook Shawn Kang at Panera Bread on Wilshire Blvd. and Fifth Street in Santa Monica, CA. While sitting there having a conversation around noon, there was a sudden loud strange noise and light that lasted about a second. Everybody heard the noise (even though to me it seem louder because it did not "bother" or "intrude" on the others as it did me) because I brought it up.

The noise was a loud high-pitched screech, a cross between someone scratching their fingernails across a chalkboard and a high-pitched squeal of a small animal or, even more accurately, the squealing sound a small rocket makes sometimes when lighting fireworks in the backyard during July 4th and the fire escapes the bottom of the rocket in a loud squeal as the rocket veers off path in a wrong direction.

At the exact moment the screech happened, a light six inches below the ceiling shot across the restaurant (about 25 feet) from the center of the room out the window on 5th Street. Nobody saw the light because I immediately asked. Not one person saw it, yet the fast moving light gave off a distinct glow. In fact, nobody seemed concerned about the sound , which I thought was extremely loud!

The light was exactly like reflected light off a large mirror (which reflects sunlight on a wall) that passes across a surface, except this light was not only very bright, but its form (elliptical of about 2 feet in length) was raised out from the surface of the ceiling about 4-6 inches. It was so bright that it gave off a glow and lit up the room like a flash from a camera, only it was only about 30% the strength of a normal flash.

I was instantly startled by this sound & light. I was as alarmed that nobody else seemed to pay it any significant attention because to me the sound was so loud and sudden, and the light (which nobody saw) was so bright, unusual at 12 noon in a room with huge surrounding plate glass windows. We were sitting at a long table (Paul, Judy and I had our backs right next to the window) right next to the windows, where light was pouring into the room. When I pressed everyone about the sound, there was disagreement. One person said it was a baby (except there was not one baby in the room anywhere), and another person said it was the latte' machine. They quickly dismissed the "sound" becaue it was just a sound, and I suppose we are surrounded by sounds. Nobody else seemed to know, and everyone went about ordering their brunch.

I cannot get the incident out of my mind. It was so clear. I am sure that it was a spirit presence, a ghost, of some kind. It was my first experience seeing such an entity.

My Good Wristwatch Stopped at 10:27 a.m. August 14, 2009 PDT

2009-08-14T12:33:00.000-07:00

My Swiss Army wristwatch stopped today at 10:27 a.m. for no reason. Seven minutes before at 10:20 a.m., I had just finished a powerful screenplay called "SIXTY-THREE" that is about baseball, miracles, myth and mysticism. It goes to my agent Joel Gotler next Monday. As the screenplay was printing, I noticed two spacing and wording mistakes, one of page 133 and one on page 140, the the very last page, which is a powerful white letters over black screen epilogue to the story that concerns the main character Jon Winters and a team. I made those changes at 10:24 (my Final Draft program indicated) at 10:24 a.m.

When I went to get dressed to go to physical therapy for my knee, I reached for my watch and noticed that the time on it has stopped at 10:27 a.m. I knew that I was running late, so how could it be 10:27 a.m.? I was taken aback by this 17 minute discrepancy (I checked the time on my cell phone; it was 10:44 a.m.). It felt weird. It stopped me "in my tracks" so to speak. My watch had been cleaned, oiled, and given a new two year battery just seven months ago, and it has run flawlessly since I took it to the watchmaker. I pulled out the winder on my wristwatch and re-set it to the correct time, 10:44 a.m. Nothing was wrong. It runs perfectly. I sat down on the couch and sent a text to my wife Judy ("My watch stopped inexplicably at 10:27 a.m. R U okay?") asking her if she was okay? She called two minutes later whispering saying that she was alright. She was at a conference and there were presentations being given.

I do know from speaking with people and reading much that sometimes it happens that watches and clocks (personal items) stop when someone near you dies.

The Haskell. Monmouth Park. Oceanport, NJ

2009-08-02T12:27:00.000-07:00

It is 12:30 pm PDT, my picks for the Haskell Invitational, Monmouth Park, Oceanport, NJ are: 1st: Atomic Rain, 2nd: Summer Bird, 3rd: Rachel Alexandra. Good luck, everyone!

My picks are based upon three intuitions: the colors of horses bridals, clothes in the photographs, the name of "Smart" on my T-shirt (from a Smart Technologies Tee-Shirt, blue shirt with white letters), "Smart" is the pedigree for four generations of Atomic Rain, "Smart Strike"(92b), "Classy n' Smart" (81b) "Smarten" (76 dk b/) and "Smartaire" (62 dk b/).

See website: http://www.bloodhorse.com/horse-racing/race/USA/MTH/2009/8/2/13/haskell-invitational-s?dayEvening=D

Enjoy & Good Intuitions!

--John Weiskopf

The Haskell in Oceanport, NJ: Monmouth Race Track

2009-08-01T23:47:00.000-07:00

Letter to My Friend Michael L:

I spent awhile this evening looking at the seven picks for the Haskell tomorrow. Leaning toward Papa Clem, Summer Bird, Atomic Rain, Rachel Alexandra. Strange reasons. Hopefully, will know more tomorrow before the race. Maybe, will listen to wisps of image, color, winds, feelings that flit thought my head.

Who knows?

Been wearing a blue shirt last two days, sky blue-turquoise blue T-shirt. Has the word Smart on the front in white. My wife Judy gave it to me from the NECC Conference in Washington D.C. from last month. Yesterday, I gravitated toward the shirt. Not interested in the shirt until yesterday. Sire of both Papa Clem and Atomic Rain is Smart Strike, dame of Smart Strike is "Classy n' Smart."

Pics of Summer Blue and Atomic Rain show same color. I liked Atomic Rain's photo with women in blue. A real good looking horse is Rachel Alexandra, pic color if red & yellow though.

Looked at info on Bloodhorse.com.

Not sure.

Will write tomorrow. Especially if I know more.

Your Buddy, John

Jackson Pollock Dream

2009-07-10T09:29:00.000-07:00

I had a dream, which woke me up. An association dream. My daughter with the artist Jackson Pollock. I saw the scene where Pollock's family come to visit and he is so involved with his work that he cannot interact with them. Went back to sleep. A hour or two later, I awoke at 4:07 a.m. and went out to the living room to have some chamomile tea. Turned on the television. HBO movies. "Pollock" was one of the films being shown. I had not seen the film in eight years. Somehow my dreams interlinked my daughter with the film "Pollock" which was not going to air PDT for another three hours or so.

The Belmont

2009-06-05T08:29:00.000-07:00

Who knows if this works?

Last week, I had a dream... probably doesn't mean anything, but the dream was four tubes (like wells, except that they were small in diameter... about three feet) that went into the ground, like mine shafts. They formed a square. One tube was speckled, like granite. I went onto the Belmont site and the first photo of Miner's Escape, which I looked at showed Miner's Escape, but he was running and had mud speckled on his front & front quarter, like the mine shaft tube.

If I was going to bet a small amount of money, which I am not because these things are not set in stone, (at least as of this minute). My picks would:

#1 Miner's Escape
#2 Dunkirk
#3 Mine That Bird
#4 Chocolate Candy.

Earthquake Dream: Symbolic or Pre-Cognition?

2009-05-23T10:51:00.000-07:00

Last night, I had a strange earthquake dream. I was dreaming that I was on one of the highest floors of a high rise building (about the 40th floor thereabouts). I was working out, but standing still for the moment with one leg up on a step and the other leg down on an elliptical trainer. I looked out the large plate glass window at the city below me when suddenly I felt the building begin to sway. Over the next 30 seconds, I felt the building swaying more and more to the point where I had to hold on to the trainer to keep from falling off. It was like I was holding onto a car or a gondola on an amusement park ride to keep from falling off. I felt the oscillating mass and weight shift, back and forth. If this was a quake, I thought, then it is a large one. In the next few seconds, it woke me up. I actually thought that we were having a real earthquake in Los Angeles. I looked at the clock, 4:13 a.m. When I awoke, everything was instantly still and quiet as I lay in bed, but I became keenly aware that my dream had affected my balance and sense of equilibrium. I felt it in my dream state. Never had that happened to me before.

Preakness 2009 Dreams?

2009-05-15T11:20:00.000-07:00

On my May 10 post, I saw a "black beetle"-like dome, pressing down to the earth. The shell was covered with black chitin, pressing down and pushing out the dirt. The photo of "Tone It Down" is deep dirt brown with a very black tail and mane. The pedigree of "Tone It Down" is Chattin, like "chitin."

On my May 12 post, I saw a very small almost HDTV screen, almost like a movie, but had the aspect ratio of a television screen, in my head surrounded by blackness. There was a "tabletop" and on it were black, looked like puppies crawling on the table, one in particular. The screen (drama), table and the blackness were the central forces of the dream. "General Quarters" is black, but he does have a white diamond pattern, a star, on his forehead. His pedigree is "Sky Mesa" (which is a tabletop) and "Pulpit Caress" (which is like caressing puppies). And elevated.

So my Preakness 2009 picks are: #1 General Quarters; #2 Tone It Down; #3 Rachel Alexandra; #4 Papa Clem. Not a clue, if this works, but it is fun.

2009-05-13T13:43:00.000-07:00

May 12, 2009:

This morning when I awoke, after going back to bed from only having two hours sleep the night before, I closed my eyes and had a vision. My mind was filled with blackness, except for a most defined screen in the center, it was like a small movie screen with high definition. I was watching a movie. It was a long table with black puppies, or animals like small, three-day old to one week old puppies crawling across the tabletop. Don't have a clue what it means, except something like this has never happened to me before. It follows in the wake of other visual events over the last month.

2009-05-13T13:36:00.000-07:00

May 12, 2009:

Tonight, after a stressful conversation with a friend, Judy worked at the computer for about 15 minutes, and I sat on the couch, eyes closed, trying to get into a relaxed state after my phone call. While there, I felt a hand or the soft pads of someone's closed fingers pressing gently, but firmly against my forehead. At first, I thought that it was the nerves or a neurological region of my body reacting to something, but then it felt more like a pressure of comfort, the presence of someone. I remained calm, eyes closed, and let the feeling and pressing presence continue for about two to three minutes. It was a spirit presence, my guardian angel, a guide; I felt compassion. It felt like I was touched, exactly like the skin-to-skin feeling that I had on my r. achilles heal two nights before, only this was a claming touch on my third eye.

2009-05-13T13:33:00.001-07:00

May 11, 2009:

Tonight I was working on the computer, I leaned over and felt something touch the back of right achilles tendon and ankle. As if someone was pressing their hand upon it for about five seconds, or something had fallen on it and was lying against it. I looked down expecting to see some object on the floor or lying across the chair leg, but there was nothing.

2009-05-13T13:18:00.000-07:00

April 17, 2009:

Judy and I went to see Jose Arguelles speak and sign books at The Bodhi Tree in West Los Angeles. At one point, when he spoke, he teared up as he prayed. He scanned the crowd looking at each person’s energy. During that two minutes, there was a sacred "comfortable" silence in the air of the small, intimate room, like a group of cloistered friends who shared an event as it unfolded by the second. I saw Jose Arguelles' aura. It was a Christ-like aura that extended out non-uniformly nearly two feet from his head. almost identical to the sun's corona during a solar eclipse. It was profound. I saw his aura radiating three times for about 15- 30 seconds each time during his talk. Over the last two years, if the conditions are right, the background, atmosphere, etc. I have learned to see people's auras. If I let go and surrender.

2009-05-13T11:27:00.000-07:00

May 2, 2009:

At 5:45 am, I had a dream. I was in that in-between Twilight Zone. The dream was a flash. I saw, no felt, my being changed. I was still who I am, but with an additional being merging into and with me. I was and felt bird, a charred or dark bird. It was fleeting, dark, and strangely possessive. Then, the Kentucky Derby popped into my head. That was seven and a half hours before the Kentucky Derby. At 7:43 a.m. ( 2 hours after my dream) I went to the computer and changed my picks: #1 Mine That Bird, #2 Papa Clem. #3 Friesan Fire. #4 Dunkirk.

By 3:30 p.m. later that same day (7 hours after my dream) Mine That Bird won and Papa Clem placed 4th in the 2009 Kentucky Derby.

The night before, Friday May 1, my best friend Michael Lydon posted this on Facebook: “The Kentucky Derby is only a few hours away. I was lucky enough to pick the winner on Friday of the Kentucky Oaks; however, the Derby has 20 horses and there are no clear favorite’s. I think I will pick : Friesan Fire; Dunkirk; General Quarters; and Pioneer of the Niles !!” (Michael Lydon, 8:49 pm May 1st).

At 9:09 pm on May 1st, I commented: #1 Papa Clem, #2 Friesan Fire, #3 I Want Revenge, #4 Dunkirk (John M. Weiskopf, 9:09 pm May 1)

The next morning May 2 (Kentucky Derby Day) at 6:49 am, Michael Lydon said this: “I want Revenge was the favorite, but it was just scratched from the ran this morning due to an injury. It should be raining part of the day and Friesan Fire is a good mudder, so you might want to go with my first choice. Your buddy Mike” (Michael Lydon 6:49 am May 2)

At 7:43 am on May 2 (Kentucky Derby Day), on Facebook I commented in response: “Mike, I saw something Shamanic this morning… tell you later) Revised: #1 Mine That Bird, #2 Papa Clem. #3 Friesan Fire. #4 Dunkirk… we’ll see. Your Buddy.” (John M. Weiskopf, 7:43 am May 2)

2009-05-13T11:03:00.000-07:00

May 10, 2009:

This morning while I lay in bed, in that in-between Twilight Zone, I had a dream. It was more of a feeling, a sense not in my being as an extraneous additive to it, but that it had altered my being and consciousness, changed who I was temporarily for only a few seconds, like the one that I had the morning of the Kentucky Derby, May 2, 2009.

I felt a very dark, almost black dome-shaped form, made of chitin or the covering of a black beetle. It was definitely the feel of an insect. I felt it at eye level, and it was slowing pressing down upon the ground. There was dirt being squeezed out from the bottom of dome that was slowly lowering to the ground. I felt insect, dirt, dome, curvature.