July 24 2014
Jordan, Alexandria and I.. Each day of the stampede they would have a procession. Participants would emerge from concentric circles/spirals that had points that spiralled up from trenched or underground points. We were participating on the sly, including our subversive messages with the rest. However to do so we had a lot of help and a lot of luck. We managed to find to find an empty start point that wasn't used very often and the trenched end had been overgrown with plants and even a large tree or two. Built into the wall closer to the tree was a sort of simple cabin where we were staying. Each day we had to sneak our borrowed horses (extras from other groups herds) to our slot and get them all ready while we also prepped our borrowed wagon. The slot was a tunnel that led from one trench to the next and a few times I was exasperated to find that my fellow conspirators hadn't tethered our two big light brown horses well enough and I had to run up the back tunnel till I found where they had wandered to. Often far enough to pass other people busy with their own preparations. Things had been going quite smoothly.
It was the evening of the last day and we were planning something especially noticeable. My Mom had been visiting for supper. But we had to pause in our preparations as a family had found the picnic table at the abandoned end of our spiral and were enjoying the peace and quiet and nature. They were really quite nice so we couldn't begrudge their presence. The family included at least five kids who were very friendly. One of them (a girl of about 12-14) shared their gummy candies with me. (I was sitting in the wide sill of the wall window and there was a bench beneath it where three of the kids were sitting) As we were all hanging out I noticed a black monkey (not quite a howler monkey) descending into the tree of the trench. I pointed him out and one of the little boys with short "bowl-cut" blond hair and wearing a red long sleeved shirt that was too big started to walk up to the monkey and I told him not to go too close so he stopped and they looked at each other for awhile.
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That is all, that I recall...
Thursday 24 July 2014
Tuesday 18 March 2014
Back in time..
Mar 18 2014
In my dream, (which is still a bit foggy around the egdes) I needed information from this organization/school. Somehow I went back in time and ran into my friend as a little boy, in the 60s I guess. Now the weird part is (it must have been an all girls school) because we needed to infiltrate it and for some reason dressed my friend up as a little girl. (yellow dress, wig and all. His own hair was black and cut short). And I remember myself and one of the other "activists" getting my friend ready and I felt he didn't need to wear make-up as it would just make him more uncomfortable. (Though he was very willing and helpful). I went into the school with him, secure in knowing no one would recognize me as an adult in this timeline. The little boy succeeded in getting the files and was making an escape as I was shadowing the younger selves of the "agents" who we were opposed to. As the boy was in the lobby all the kids were exiting and I was distracted watching to see if the boy would make it.. Bizarrely one of the agents shouted my name and I half panicked looking back at them and realized they were not paying attention to me but to the boy as he started to run. Outside there was a low "square" with benches and trees and a rise of paved steps opposite the square. (The school must have been set into a depression or had a hill on one side). He made it up the stairs and to the people awaiting..
And that is all I remember in my dream. My theory is that the boy was passing as me (or my character, or a character with my name) in the school. Also, in the world of coincidence.. I just now received a message in my inbox from a science site I follow titled: Ripples in space-time detected, astronomers say.
In my dream, (which is still a bit foggy around the egdes) I needed information from this organization/school. Somehow I went back in time and ran into my friend as a little boy, in the 60s I guess. Now the weird part is (it must have been an all girls school) because we needed to infiltrate it and for some reason dressed my friend up as a little girl. (yellow dress, wig and all. His own hair was black and cut short). And I remember myself and one of the other "activists" getting my friend ready and I felt he didn't need to wear make-up as it would just make him more uncomfortable. (Though he was very willing and helpful). I went into the school with him, secure in knowing no one would recognize me as an adult in this timeline. The little boy succeeded in getting the files and was making an escape as I was shadowing the younger selves of the "agents" who we were opposed to. As the boy was in the lobby all the kids were exiting and I was distracted watching to see if the boy would make it.. Bizarrely one of the agents shouted my name and I half panicked looking back at them and realized they were not paying attention to me but to the boy as he started to run. Outside there was a low "square" with benches and trees and a rise of paved steps opposite the square. (The school must have been set into a depression or had a hill on one side). He made it up the stairs and to the people awaiting..
And that is all I remember in my dream. My theory is that the boy was passing as me (or my character, or a character with my name) in the school. Also, in the world of coincidence.. I just now received a message in my inbox from a science site I follow titled: Ripples in space-time detected, astronomers say.
Thursday 6 February 2014
Why are we fighting?
Occasionally it is a great relief to wake up and realize a dream is just a dream. I find this is especially the case when my mind decides I am going to be in conflict with someone I really know, as myself.
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Jan 28 2014
My brother and I are going to take my niece & nephew out on a trek outside of the city (this was actually going to happen in real life, except my nephew wasn't coming). Matt is often out of town, and coming back into town all of his good friends want time to hang out with him. In the dream he decided he just had so many people he needed to see that he wasn't going to come. So I take my niece and nephew out on my own. We encountered all kinds of strange creatures and didn't seem to be astonished when they could communicate if you listened carefully. There were little glow insects that hopped and we had collected some to put in a jar to light our way as it started to get dark. One of them was very distressed and asked to be let out, so we did. The little hopper was pursued by a semi-ground pigeon that ran after it, and suddenly shot out a long sticky tongue like a frog, but missed! We were on a warm beach and it was twilight. (In real life we were going out to the mountains, and it is winter!) Suddenly we heard a loud clanging sound and a barrier came down out of the sky between the shore and the water. It was solid but could be seen through. We heard more metallic sounds and saw something coming from inland towards the shore, very quickly a strange metal thing began unfolding and assembling there on the beach and I sent the kids running along the waterline to safety while I went to grab my pack. I managed to get a my money belt (not sure why it was there) but my pack was stuck under part of the metal contraption I crawled in to get a better grip and the thing lurched again and I was stuck! It slowly became apparent that it was some sort of viewing platform or bleachers. Very quickly water started to rise and soon I was nearly covered as people began to take their seats, I couldn't call out and frantically tried to reach someones leg to make them aware of my plight. That was when I realized that I was still breathing. I think this was because one of three reasons, my mind knew I could still breathe, I *could* breathe underwater for some reason in the dream, or I was unconscious and couldn't actually breathe. After that there was a fuzzy scene shift and a vague recollection of lying down in a room and people talking. I think I died and/or was rescued just in time.
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Jan 30 2014
In this dream I got in a disagreement with my roommate Dave, he was organizing a jam at our house with some relatively big name people and he was talking about where we could have ashtrays.. At first I was like, no, they have to smoke outside. The studio smells like smoke and we don't want our house to have that sort of thing. He was all mad saying that some of the artists were used to being able to and might not participate so he might as well just cancel the whole thing! It was very weird, and I felt bad so I said he could go ahead but that I would have to go away for it. I woke up very relieved it wasn't real because none of us would actually be like that.
The other dream I had that night I was not myself, but a character that had been raised as a servant in a large castle-like place under the care of gent who was in charge of all of the "in-born" servants. It was also very strange and sometimes frightening. But the kind of frightening that makes a dream exciting rather than a nightmare.
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Jan 28 2014
My brother and I are going to take my niece & nephew out on a trek outside of the city (this was actually going to happen in real life, except my nephew wasn't coming). Matt is often out of town, and coming back into town all of his good friends want time to hang out with him. In the dream he decided he just had so many people he needed to see that he wasn't going to come. So I take my niece and nephew out on my own. We encountered all kinds of strange creatures and didn't seem to be astonished when they could communicate if you listened carefully. There were little glow insects that hopped and we had collected some to put in a jar to light our way as it started to get dark. One of them was very distressed and asked to be let out, so we did. The little hopper was pursued by a semi-ground pigeon that ran after it, and suddenly shot out a long sticky tongue like a frog, but missed! We were on a warm beach and it was twilight. (In real life we were going out to the mountains, and it is winter!) Suddenly we heard a loud clanging sound and a barrier came down out of the sky between the shore and the water. It was solid but could be seen through. We heard more metallic sounds and saw something coming from inland towards the shore, very quickly a strange metal thing began unfolding and assembling there on the beach and I sent the kids running along the waterline to safety while I went to grab my pack. I managed to get a my money belt (not sure why it was there) but my pack was stuck under part of the metal contraption I crawled in to get a better grip and the thing lurched again and I was stuck! It slowly became apparent that it was some sort of viewing platform or bleachers. Very quickly water started to rise and soon I was nearly covered as people began to take their seats, I couldn't call out and frantically tried to reach someones leg to make them aware of my plight. That was when I realized that I was still breathing. I think this was because one of three reasons, my mind knew I could still breathe, I *could* breathe underwater for some reason in the dream, or I was unconscious and couldn't actually breathe. After that there was a fuzzy scene shift and a vague recollection of lying down in a room and people talking. I think I died and/or was rescued just in time.
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Jan 30 2014
In this dream I got in a disagreement with my roommate Dave, he was organizing a jam at our house with some relatively big name people and he was talking about where we could have ashtrays.. At first I was like, no, they have to smoke outside. The studio smells like smoke and we don't want our house to have that sort of thing. He was all mad saying that some of the artists were used to being able to and might not participate so he might as well just cancel the whole thing! It was very weird, and I felt bad so I said he could go ahead but that I would have to go away for it. I woke up very relieved it wasn't real because none of us would actually be like that.
The other dream I had that night I was not myself, but a character that had been raised as a servant in a large castle-like place under the care of gent who was in charge of all of the "in-born" servants. It was also very strange and sometimes frightening. But the kind of frightening that makes a dream exciting rather than a nightmare.
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