These were from the dreams before November 14th which I found related with Jean;

1- Searching a white purse to give something to you
2- sapphires between the leaves are shining like sunbeams.

I asked her; "Do you think the water I remember may be the river and the miror/reflecting glass may be the river itself reflecting images under the light? Did you looked to the riverside or even into the river water from the boardwalk? I don't know about the river you mentioned but it may not easily seen between the rocks by or in the water. Can I be confused your "pocket" with a basket or box or were there any baskets etc around the way you made exercices at the playground etc? Or can it fly towards the cemetery while you were making exercices (to over a female's tomb etc - woman changing places may mean woman resting in cemetery)?"

But she replied; "What I suspect you perceived was the fact that 1) my closet door is mirrored glass, the closet where I keep the jacket I was wearing.

Any of the things you say may be true. So far, I've not looked on the river shore, since it seems improbabl to me that it got there,"

- White cloud/ mist like visions are disappearing in a black hole one after another. Time to time the black hole gets larger and cloudy and disappears in white clouds in the hole.

- I am in a room. There is a chiffonier on the wall between the wall of the door and the window. There is a large mirror hanging on the wall. There is a white lace, some boxes and a row of pearls (a necklace or bracelet etc) on the chiffonier. At the left of the chiffonier there is a door to a closet or bathroom. The door fits just between the chiffonier and the corner of the wall. The windows at the other wall are all open. It is night and the white tulle curtains are waiving in and out with the wind.

- Now I am seeing the house from outside. It is a white house with two floors, wooden windows. The land is green. I am seeing a tree and a wooden fence at different parts of the land. There is another house to my left. It is raining. The sky is becoming dark blue. I think the morning is near.

- It is daytime. I am seeing a man at his thirties (a little younger or older). He has curly dark hair touching his neck (not so long). He is leaning to the fences of the porch in front of the house. He is laughing with joy and eating something like an apple.

- I am seeing a hand on a black piano. It is a right hand and there is a ring on the second finger but I can't see the ring clearly. A dark / red and long haired woman is sitting in front of the piano. I am not seeing if she is playing the piano or the hand on the piano belongs to her.

- I am seeing a hole. Water is flowing in to the hole unstopped.

inside a room, normal size, chiffonier, boxes, pearls
outside a house
green land
raining
wooden fence
a hole, water flowing

a hand
a woman, dark/red hair
a man, dark, curly hair, slim, laughing

5.15 - I had on operation from my abdomen area. My father is out of city for inspecting the military facilities and he is not calling me at all. I am feeling very sad about it. Everybody is paying much attention to me. They are cooking me lots of kind of foods but I can’t eat because of the pain at my operation area. There are many women in the house cleaning and cooking etc. everywhere, inside and over the closets in the kitchen are full of pastries. My mom gives a phone to my hand, saying to speak with my dad. But there is somebody else on the other side of the phone. He says, he is a soldier driving him during his inspections and my dad let him have a free time and went to military hotel he stays. Mom says; it is enough he didn’t call me and she will call him from where he stays to talk with me. I am thinking, he may show me interest when he turn back from his duty. We are living in a strange apartment. One of the residents of the apartment is a young man who is handicapped both mentally and psychically. He sits on a chair at the entrance of the apartment all day and tells some wise but hard to understand things to the people passing by. Everybody living in the apartment painted the walls of the apartment and entrance, doors and inside their flats large painting with shining paints. There are large shining painting of butterflies, bunch of flowers, scenes from nature everywhere. I am thinking if these people have nothing else to do. My mom says that one painted the first one and others fallowed. I am feeling I have to be nice to them and decorate our door too but because I have no talent in painting, I am buying wallpapers decorated with shining flowers to use. I can’t understand how to use them, open and stick to the door/ wall and make a mess. I feel like I made myself a laughingstock. All my thoughts are about my father’s calling me or giving me attention when he turn back.

6.30 - I am an American Indian woman. I am married to a rich man. His aim is taking my lands. His father is trying to protect me but he makes his father believe that I am not sane. I know much about his dirty works and go to the authorities. They are putting me to a room for questioning. A blond woman comes to question me but I know her being my husband’s lover, partner in his dirty works. They are capable of doing anything they want to all the world. They are able to destroy or do anything to a certain part of the world only by sending a light beam from space. I am seeing in my mind how they can send a beam on Istanbul. Nobody is questioning them about my accusations. They are so sure of themselves that nobody would believe me even if they witness with their own eyes, they can make no connection and think it is natural.

7.20 - I am repeating again and again as; “I don’t want to live in this country” but at the same time I am seeing in my mind that the people living in America are in more danger, open to manipulation of every kind and used.

8.30 – A man is repeating again and again his work on “Signs” and “Shining” were better than the play which they are performing currently, third “S” is not at the level of the previous ones.

8. 50 – Clinton is speaking on TV. All the world is watching him. He is speaking on something which is so important for all the world.

- 4.00 am - I woke up, go to bathroom, couldn't remember the dream. Went back to bed with the intention of going back to same dream.

- 6.15 am - A young man had an accident. He will have an operation in US. His mother has a shop, selling quilts for dogs and cats, on the shelves of the shop. He is giving me the address, saying it is a bad neighborhood but I can go. I am dressing formerly, everything is okey. I am in US, giving the address to the taxi driver. His mother is getting very happy seeing me and we are hugging. I am learning (in my mind, and going to the hospital in my mind) that his results are bad, his legs are drying and he must have a hard operation. I am getting out of the hospital and walking down to a road. My right and left are full of shops and the road is very crowded. I woman is taking the cigarette in my hand and saying it is forbidden to smoke. I am answering her that I thought I can smoke in open. I am getting ashamed and throwing the cigarette. Suddenly I am hearing an announcement as "Give Up Hour" (in English). From the shops and the road people leaving many things to the road. Little children are collecting them with joy and telling that; "now they can do any help they want".

I am in front of Mehmet's shop selling groceries. It is early morning and he is just opening the shop. He is getting inside with a bunch of little fresh corns and green salads. I am asking him what are the things like little corns. He is answering me they are "rezene" (fennel). I am telling him that I will buy the half. I am thinking that I have never used them before but while I find them fresh, I mustn't miss this opportunity and cook a new recipe. A woman who is entering the house is saying that she will buy the rest. In an instant the shop get all crowded. I am trying hard to get out before crushed. I am entering the next shop. They are selling furniture in this second shop. I am watching the giant wooden lamps in the shop with amazement. I am getting out to the street. They are selling some things on some tables. Most of the things are dark blue and green. The green ones are look like snakes carved from wood swimming in water.

- 8.05 am - I woke up again, go to the bathroom, note the dream and worried about not remembering the first dream. Went back to bed.

I am on the street to my home which is a new building in a modern neighborhood. I am seeing there is a giant post box waiting for me at the door. I am getting surprised seeing that big box and reading the address. It is from Jean Campbell. I am opening / ripping the box. There is a handmade carved single bed and a board with shelves from cherry wood. It is writing on the card that; it is carved by somebody named "Logan".

I am remembering that I have to remember the first dream. I am back in US, a city in lights. I am thinking to go to the top floor of the Empire State Building for launch alone, myself.

- outside, a bad neighborhood, USA

- outside., a street from hospital

- outside, a city in lights,

- outside, Empire State bilding, going luch alone

- shops

- tables, with items to sell on them

- items to sell, dark blue, green

- snakes, carved fnom wood like swimming in water, green

- boxes from post, giant, from Jean

- a single bed and board with shelfs carved from cherry wood by Logan

- inside, Mehmet's grocery shop

- inside, a taxi

-quilts for pets

- an adress

- groceries, green

- green salads

- little corns

- fennel

- shelves

- lamps, wooden, big

- a woman, fat, taking my cigarette

- people, leaving furniture out

- children, taking them

- a young man, having operation, legs drying

- a taxi driver

- a mother, happy

- Mehmet, tall, healthy

- a woman, entering Mehmet's grocery shop

I am begining to make some searchs and connections. When I had this dream I asked Jean if she know anybody named Logan and she anwered "NO":

Here is some of what I found; LOGAN m,f Scottish, English
Pronounced: LO-gan
From a surname which was originally derived from a Scottish place name meaning "little hollow" in Scottish Gaelic.

And there is the hollow, hole etc where water flowing in or white clouds disappering in etc in many dreams.

I will look more.

- inside, a room, searching
- chiffonier, wooden

- drawers

- quilts x, filled with cotton, one side colored satin and one side white, blue, red

- sewed with pearl x and jewel x beads

- There is a list. In every line of the list there are 3 specialties and a person named qualified to all 3 specialties. In one of the lines there is no one qualified to the specialties.

- I am making a pledge of offering for the wellness / good future of my children. I am making a project for Iraq children we reached by A for TC. The project is "Children's Peace Dream Literature". The children are participating an activity of literature writing poems, stories, memoirs etc. and I am sending little gifts to all the participants but silver bracelets and rings for the best ones.

TEETH FROM PEARL AND BECOMING ISLAND

- I am participating to a kind of contest. Many are eliminated. At the end, when only P and I are stay as participants, she is declaring that she is pregnant and announce her withdrawal from the contest. I am getting very angry to her, saying she should tell this to me before because I am not ready/ have enough capacity to win. My brother and a male cousin are waiting me at the back of the stage. I am telling my jobless cousin that they are looking for a medical doctor for the weekend in a hospital.
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- We are going to a bar which belongs to Asians (Malaysia or Indonesia etc) It looks like a dangerous place. I want to go to the ladies room. My cousin is taking us (me and his girl friend) to the back part of the ladies room and waiting as a guard at the door. It is very dirty. His girl friend is giving me a bright green toilet paper to use. I can't use the dirty toilet. Peeing and using the green paper standing up.

- I am seeing my tooth in my mind like a X-ray. All of them are made of either a kind of valuable porcelain or pearl. than they are getting out of the picture in my mind and becoming islands in an ocean.

- There are many fields and I am watching them from above.

Will, black hair, cute, tall, late 20's? Well dressed (Character on TV show
Michele, woman, I did not see her.

6.30

- We are waking up from a dream together with a man. He is thinking we beginned the dream together, connecting our minds. But it is not true. When I try to make him understand, he gets very angry. I am seeing in my mind that he was husband of a woman at an island who withnessed to murder of a child during an old fundementalist ritual. I am telling him the real meaning of his dream is his desire and surrow to take the child back but even if all the worlds came together he cannot.

- We have given the duty to drive a car with my cousin. We are unable to stop it. There is a photo of a bride near my feet. I am thinking it belongs to Zeyno but she didn't even left the room. I am thinking this is a proof for the ones who don't belive in dreams, how we can create things in our dreams which don't exist in real life.

- There is a man and woman who share some responsibilities between them. The woman is hurrying in front of the man. They decide that one will wait at the door while other will enter and search a house. I am feeling the woman is turning around as seeing me. There is pain in her eyes.

- I need a day to tell a dream.

- I am in the middle of a storm. There is lots of water around and a horse chart.

7.45

- I am seeing the enterence of a house. There is a door to outside and wooden stairs to upper floor. I am hiding some thing under the stairs.

- A woman (me?) is trying to run away from somebody with another woman. The other woman is somebody helping how and where to run. We are passing some roads, entering in and out of some shopping malls, big buildings etc. I am watching myself from some 15-20 meters away. I am finding myself on a very high place or floating in the air very high. I am a kind of seer, clairvoyant or somebody like that. Whatever I say comes out real and true. A man is trying to stop me speaking. He is asking endlessly; "What did you say?", "Did you say something again?" etc. I don't want to stop and want to remember the things come out real. But the man makes me stop and wake up.

Man, mid 30's, medium build and height. Short hair, good looking.
Teen kids,
Granddaughter, 10 or so in years, slim, active.
Connie,Friend, latina, plump.
Woman. Unknown. Didn't really see her.

Unknown husband, never see him in the dream.
Unknown woman, April, never seen.
Burly man, tall, thick build, dark.

My Mom, who died several years ago. 70's, grey hair, short hair, 5'6" tall, thin.
Gweneth, totally blind, 40's, 170 lbs, 5'3".Hair shoulder length, permed into a curly tangle.light brown color, fake blue eyes.
Dick W., brother in law, 50's, medium height, pot belly, slightly over weight, short hair, light brown in color.

Bearded male "professor", paunchy, short,
Four bearded male board members, old fashioned looking.

Outside in high mountons. In a small town, seeing ritzy newly built homes.
Inside a large Victorian house, purplish light. Dining hall.

- "Vit". This is short for a name or a word. It is written on a paper or an ID. It is repeating in my mind.

- Montrand- Secrand

- A truck. Bushes. I am getting out of a vehicle by some bushes. It is a man who is bringing me there. I am walking. There are many bread lads ready to cook on trays. They are knead from meat, mince as they wanted to make meat balls. It is making me surprised how the doughs knead from meat can became bread when cooked.

- Somebody is dead. I don't have a car. Nobody is helping me for the preperations of burial and other official work. I am thinking how I will solve all those work.

- I am in Musul, Iraq at Bey street. I finished what I had to do there.

- I am at a house which happened to be mine. There are big block of apartments across a green garden. We are sitting in the garden. There are many kinds of foods, vegatables, seafood etc are cooking in many owens in and out of the house. my cousin Gönül is coming with some bags. She bought many colorfull items as candles, ornaments etc. She bought them from Fatos toy shop. On my shelfs there are only few old antique ornaments. My uncle (Ergun) is hanging some painting and ornaments to the wall. There is especially one which looks like a painting. It is made of 3 layers of silk. When you look at it behind a light you can see a father, a mother and a child one behind and in each other.

- There is a meeting for lunch. I am putting the yellow and orange couches in order. I am an American or in America. There are many visitors. One of them is a high ranked military officer and one is an important politician. They are talking about a ship which sunk in the past, and important because of a reason for our time. I am saying the ship really sunk and it was 1969. The politician is laughing at my commend. The military man takes my side and says I am right, I may know the truth because my father was a military attechee at the time. I am explaining them that; my father had never told us anything about his job or events but in a way I heard some speaches at the time, hiding.

- I am in a water sink (as a miniature). It is blackish, rustled and old.