I do. Here they are: The Dream of Buildings I started dreaming of buildings after I lived in Templehof AFB in Berlin, Germany. In my dreams the buildings are large and simple in design. They are not tall like sky scrapers; they are sprawling and massive like government buildings and usually of white or grey polished stone. Sometimes they are the focus of my dream and sometimes only the background. Always I am trying to get inside the buildings if I am outside. If I am inside I am not trying to get out. In my dreams I think of these buildings as ancient and perhaps containing knowledge. When I see them I often think about how they came to be. Who could have built them and what could I learn of these people from their creations? I am usually comforted by the presence of the buildings. Their size and weight seems solid and grounding. These dreams are usually very quiet and don’t have many people in them. I know that Templehof is obviously the source for the theme of these dreams. I loved that building. An entire Air Force Base under one roof. It was huge. Once you learned the back ways, hidden passages, and tunnels you could get anywhere and never go outside. The Alien Dream My parents took to me to see the movie Alien in 1979. I was nine years old. Yeah, scarred for life. I have dreamed with that creature ever since. The creature always looks the way it is supposed to, but sometimes it’s just another person in my dream and attempts to do me no harm. Other times, it is the creature as it appears and behaves in the movies and it is chasing me. Once I dreamed of a large Victorian house. The house was white and sat in a field surrounded by trees. There was no furniture within the house and only light drapes over open windows that moved with the wind. I dreamed that I lived here and that upstairs, in my room, the alien slept in my bed. It was connected to a television via many black cables and I could see what looked like vital signs coursing across the screen. Somehow I knew that I had to take care of this creature, that it was ill in some way. I obviously wanted no part of that. I left the room where the creature was sleeping on a cot and came back in a few minutes later. The alien was gone. I knew in my dream that the creature had woken and jumped out of the open window in the room. I ran to the window and waved away the curtains that billowed into my way. I looked down onto the lawn at the side of the house and saw the creature fighting with a bear. I knew that this was more trouble than it seemed because the alien would impregnate the bear with more aliens that would continue to propagate. The Dream of Fish I have dreamed of fish, off and on, since I can remember. Usually the fish are in shallow water and always they are of a prehistoric nature. They look like ancient lobe fined fishes or placoderm fishes (I've dreamed of them so long that I learned these names long before the Discovery Channel.) They are rarely menacing but sometimes I feel a strange blend of fear for and of them. Somehow I am afraid that in the waters where I see them they are going to die and that would be something very bad. But at the same time I do not want to touch them because their strange appearance frightens me. They often look at me from the shallow waters where I usually see them. Their great eyes, which are more human then they should be, beckon my help. I don’t know how to help them. Once I dreamed of sitting under water within the mouth of a cave. Two huge fish, like goliath groupers, spoke with me. They had great wisdom they wished to impart to me. I listened intently and took in everything they had to say. Of course, this great knowledge was lost when I woke up. The Levy Dream I do not have this dream as often as the others, but often enough. It takes a few different forms. The common part is always a very high walled levy or canal. Sometimes I am worried about the water coming down this canal, that it will come rushing in a flood. Other times I am just watching the water or things swimming in the water. Sometimes this dream and the Dream of Fish are the same. I am impressed by the size and presence of the canal in the same way that buildings in my dreams impress me. The strange form of this dream happened for about a month. The dream seemed like a film negative, with color and brightness in reverse. The dream I remember best was one where the walls of the canal are a brilliant glowing white. It is deepest night and there is a bridge over this canal. I am looking into the deep black water from the bridge and then from the side of the canal and there are great glowing white creatures swimming in the water. I have no idea what these creatures are and I only see their backs when they break the surface like whales. They glow as brightly as the walls of the canal and are of the same luminous color. I am only vaguely afraid of these creatures because of their size and the fact that I cannot see them completely. The water is like black ink and any part of the creatures that is below the surface is completely invisible. I have a fear of water that I cannot see through IRL. Another time this dream took the form of a deep levy with vertical walls seen far in the distance. There were also large buildings in this dream. I was, of course, drawn to the buildings but I was afraid to approach the levy. I continued anyway. As I approached the levy I could see that there was a fence enclosing it on both sides. The levy ran to the left and right as far as I could see and so did the fence on each side. There seemed to be a complex bridge like an ECP that crossed the levy with a turnstile entry door, not unlike the one I remember from the training facility at Goodfellow AFB at the entry to the SCIF areas. I did not really want to cross the bridge. I looked to the left and in the very far distance I could see that a huge torrent of water was coming down the previously dry levy. The water was coming so fast and in such a great amount that it had piled up on top of itself in a huge wave. I tried to turn and run back the way I had come but found that I could only move very slowly as though the air around me had become syrup.