Thursday, October 27th, 2016 — 3°C / 37°F with bright sun and cool air in Atlantic Canada @ 10:44 am — WPKN’s personality and host of ‘Sometimes Classical’ – Richard Epstein has a birthday today —
Yoko Ono’s ‘Imagine Peace Tower’ dedicated to the memory of John Lennon. This was tweeted ten days ago on the 17th.
— Couple of dreams this morning.
— One – I woke up hearing a woman’s voice tell me, “I’m with your mother-” I didn’t recognize the voice. ( Mom died last April – I haven’t seen her in any dreams yet. I get the impression that I can feel her presence quite a bit – )
— Two – I was a student in some kind of training program, I thought I recognized several other students there from my past – Women from my class in school that I didn’t believe would want to have much to do with me – There were both women and guys in this group and I thought we were learning something to do with producing video and audio programs for broadcast. I think we were in a ‘break’ room where there were chairs and couches at all different heights – some raised seat things at a height you might expect at a sports bar/restaurant (?) some at normal height, sofas and ‘love seats’ closer to the floor. Some of these seats had their cushions removed, I didn’t see the cushions anywhere – but some of the seats just had something like a steel criss-crossed grid to hold cushions and no cushions. I came back into this room after having some kind of interview with the teachers and/or administrators of this course. I asked several teachers or administrators where their headquarters was, expecting that it would be in New York City, and had to ask at least three times to get an answer I could understand, that answer was “In this city, on South street.” I repeated, ‘South Street?’ and they nodded, affirmatively.
— Getting back into the break room, I had several people congratulating me for something. Asking me if I won. I wasn’t sure what they were referring to, but when one young woman in the class was talking about her project I was thinking I could certainly help her with recording the audio tracks and help her get that as professional sounding as possible.
— Then someone, a guy, who I thought was one of the most important people in the organization was smiling and shaking my hand. He told me he was pretty sure I won the Audi. { I haven’t paid attention to Audi automobiles in the past dozen years, and maybe not so much before that – This was a complete surprise to me. I was thinking of Cathi’s and my recent issues with vehicles and only managed to say, “That would be nice-” }
— And then I woke up with the cat harrassing me because it was time for the pets morning feeding, & of course the cat wanted his treats first.
Friday, November 19th, 2019 — -1ºC / +30ºF – Sunny & clear @ 10:04 am in Atlantic Canada –
— Walking With Uncles and Dad in Stratford –
—> I was walking South on Main Street in my old ‘Home Town’ when my uncle Bruce, { who died several years ago – but I didn’t think about that when I saw him } – He came up to me and said, “We’ve been looking for you in church -”
— I told him I was going to Boy Scouts – he thought I meant the troop that was connected to the church I was Christened in and confirmed in and haven’t gone near since my nephew Sam was Christened there in 1989 (?)
— I told him I joined a different troop, one that was an off-shoot of the troop associated with the church. { & by the way, I never saw my Uncle Bruce in that church, or any church }
— My father came along and joined us and we resumed walking south and the next time I looked, my Uncle Bruce had been replaced by my Uncle Larry, from the other side of the family, my mother’s side – and somebody called to my Uncle Larry, who was also my God-Father – he waved to that person and crossed the street to talk to them. { My father and Uncle Larry were firemen together for a lot of years }
— My father and I then veered off the sidewalk and walked up-hill through an area of mowed grass with quite a few trees in random spots – then we came to a house and my father said he had to see somebody in there – we went to a screened-in porch’s door. I stayed outside – my father went inside and through the porch, saw the man of the house, shook his hand and went farther inside, I thought to talk with the man and his wife.
— On the porch were three grown children – two men and one woman – they were sitting with their backs to the house, proper, facing a table and may have been playing a board game – the man closest to the door smiled at me and said he was really glad he knew me.
— I went to shake this man’s hand and he said, “Really? I’m not exactly the most highly respected person around here.” I noticed he had a couple days’ growth of beard stubble. { I did not recognize anybody in that screened porch, or the father my father shook hands with before he went farther inside. }
— I responded, saying, “I haven’t heard any of that – I’m out of the loop.”
— He sort of shook my hand, reaching up over his head and not shaking my hand in any normal way, clasping it from the side and pushing the hands up and down.
Thursday, January 4th, 2018 —> -13˚C / +9˚F & very grey @ 7:18 am in Atlantic Canada —> More Like -7˚C @11:30 am – according to one source – and +24˚F according to another —> with anything from 15 cm / approximately 6 inches —> to 45 cm / a foot and a half – of snow & high winds —> forecast for this afternoon and/or the next 24 hours. —> They’re calling it a ‘Weather Bomb’ & a “Nor’Easter” —> New Brunswick Power is calling in emergency teams to be ready in case a lot of power outages hit the fan. —
– This is a retweet of something posted by @noveliciouss – of a Dalai Lama Quote:“Just one small positive thought in the morning can change your whole day.” – 🙂
— Okay, so with a major dump of snow and high winds forecast – I fell asleep listening to the bubbling of a Fibre Optics ‘cable’ station that shows an aquarium with tropical fish swimming around ’24/7′ Which might almost explain part of this weird dream or mildly interrupted series of dreams.
— One odd thing, is part of this was in black and white. I almost never dream in black and white. This is the only example of a black and white portion of a dream that I can think of.
— Before I went to sleep I also tried to put out the intention that ‘the Universe’ send me inspiration for a few things that have me stumped as to what the novel I’m trying to get into a decent form by the end of this month needs most.
—> Sigh. It began with disjointed clips of small black and white images. An underwater diver in a diving suit that made him look like a mouse seemed to be trapped, held down by a chain on a flat, even bottom of some kind of underwater environment. A woman in a lab coat was posing with a lit cigarette, looking like a poster child for “Mean girls grow up to be mean women”.
— A slightly larger – and washed out, but not quite black and white – image of a man and a woman, who looked like they were desperately in love – but were separated from each other by a thick wall of shatter-proof glass. I knew it was shatterproof because they tried hard to break it and then kind of gasped at each other and looked like they tried to press themselves together through the glass as tears went down both parties’ cheeks.
— There was a series of vignettes of people of all ages doing very mundane things, separately or together.
— There were scenes of what looked like college aged men and women sitting in chairs with VR gear / masks on their faces – and their arms and legs clamped down ‘so they couldn’t accidentally hurt themselves’.
— And there was a hospital room with a series of refrigerators full of human organs, and a beating heart hooked up to clear plastic tubes through which blood was flowing both ways, in and out of the heart.
— I almost woke up at this point, but I saw the diver again like I was swimming down to him. Then I moved back enough so somebody else in a skin-diving wet suit and aqualung, face mask and flippers – swam in and began trying to untangle the diver from the chain , but discovered that the diver – who looked like he was wearing something like Medieval armor with a face-plate that gave him a pointed cone like nose that made him look like a mouse – had an oxygen hose that went down under the sand (that looked more like pebbles, like pea sized gravel) and the skin diver tried to dig down to get that air hose free.
— Then something like an angel appeared and touched them both, and in a flash – they were out of the water and in a room somewhere – a large room that looked like it had concrete walls and a concrete floor and I couldn’t see the ceiling. The skin diver began trying to pull the rusty chains away from the other diver and the diver in the mouse suit pulled a gun from somewhere and shot the skin diver. Then he pulled off his helmet and looked around, angry, looking for the angel, looking like a trained killer with his automatic pistol in front of him, pointed at wherever he looked, like he wanted to find that angel and kill it.
— And then I saw that mean woman in the white lab coat supervising an operation in which several surgeons were harvesting organs from a living donor who was wired into the VR gear and held immobile with his arms and legs firmly clamped to the chair. They could watch the VR experience this guy was having on a wide wrap around monitor screen behind him and up, over his head. The mean woman got a signal from one of the surgeons as several of them removed a beating heart and then others moved in to harvest the lungs. And then the surgeon who was signalling nodded and gave her the thumbs up (through a thick window) and the mean woman walked to a series of monitors and threw a switch that turned off all life support. Beeping warnings went off, the man in the VR gear began thrashing and trying to kick and then gave up and all the monitors flat lined. The mean woman smiled.
— I fought against waking up at that point, I did not want that dream to end that way. I opened my eyes at 4:15 am and felt like crying, realized I still had 45 minutes before I wanted to wake up to start doing my yoga exercises at 5 am. I felt dis-heartened, I didn’t want to dream anything like that, ever.
— but then I began to see small black and white squares in the darkened universe in front of me with my eyes closed – staring at nothing, and when I looked more closely I saw that guy in the mouse suit and I saw the ‘angel’ come up behind him and clasp his hands on the sides of the ‘mouse’-like helmet and transport the diver to a smallish room with a sand coloured floor, again, the floor looked more like small pebbles than sand, and the mouse-helmeted guy reached for his gun and the angel touched the gun and disappeared with it. That mouse-helmeted guy took his helmet off and looked around, walked around until he bumped into thick glass walls and then walked around with his hand against one wall, left footprints behind himself just deep enough to assure himself that he could find his way back – It became obvious to this guy that he was in a maze and there were incredibly huge sharks swimming around on the other side of the glass, some of them swam at him like they were about to attack and seemed shocked when they hit the wall on their side. At one point the guy that had been wearing the mouse helmet saw beyond what he had come to believe was a huge aquarium, to another dry floored room maybe twenty meters away. That room was lit up a lot brighter than the murky room the guy who had been wearing that mouse helmet was in. He watched several ‘test subjects’ attempt to wake up other test subjects and frantically tell them they were in danger and should get out of there. Some test subjects were so groggy they couldn’t understand what was going on, others gave their would be rescuers the finger and grabbed their gear and went back in to whatever simulated reality they had been enjoying. — One of the test subjects acted like he was stunned, a bit groggy, but thankful for being rescued, then pulled a gun from beside his chair and shot all the freed test subjects he could. Then the angel got that guy and transported him without his gun somewhere else and the couple of test subjects that had successfully played dead or hid themselves got up, grabbed the gun and tried to help any of their friends who weren’t dead.
— The guy who had been wearing the mouse helmet found an axe and picked it up. He continued walking along that wall through twists and turns and found the guy who had shot the would-be escapees, showed him the axe and the other guy nodded and followed the guy with the axe, found a sledge hammer in a murky sand coloured gravel floored room, picked it up and continued to follow the first guy. They found the mean woman – who looked very disheveled and disoriented – lying in the gravel with her tight skirt and stiletto heals. They helped her up and she glared at them like she wanted to kill them for seeing her when she wasn’t in total control of everything that was happening. The three of them walked on until they hit a dead end. The mean woman growled, “You idiots are useless,” took the sledge hammer from the second guy and started slamming against the glass. The guy with the axe took a couple swings, the mean woman nodded approvingly, handed the sledge hammer to the second guy and gestured with a sneer on her face, indicated the glass wall and stepped back – watched the two guys try to smash the glass and searched herself for cigarettes then sighed in frustration, cajoled the two men to try harder until they cracked the glass and swung harder and broke the glass and were deluged by tons of incoming water, swirled around, and gulped the last bits of air they could and held their breath as they were swept out into a huge aquarium and began to kick and try to swim upward toward what they hoped was the surface of the water. But a school of huge sharks came along and the quickest sharks got themselves a tiny between-meal snack.
— Schnarr!
— I still do not want to experience another dream like that, even though I knew it was a dream for more than half of it.
Tuesday, December 26th, 2017 —> -14˚C / +7˚F, Dark and Clear @ 9:36 pm in Atlantic Canada on Boxing Day ( a Holiday up here ) —
– This has nothing to do with my dream, but cats and dogs sleeping together? That’s somebody’s dream of Harmony. –
— I dreamed one of the women I went to high school with told me she’d been blackmailed into killing people for what she called gangsters –
— One of the strange things about this dream, is that she was somebody I didn’t have much to do with in high school and only saw to talk to once since.
Friday, November 17th, 2017 — +2˚C / +35˚F with light rain @ 7:30 am in Atlantic Canada —
Dreamscape from 2008
— Just before I woke up – I was telling somebody, “Yes, the whole time Cathi was shooting film in the haunted house I receiving those images and making sure we got them-”
— Journalist’s response: “You were right there with her?”
— Me: “I was getting her live feed through WiFi – Plus we were connected – Spiritually – the whole time.”
— —> As I was waking up @ around 6:15 am local time I was self checking my words for accuracy and told myself, “We always have been connected – Spiritually -” & thought that was literally True – No matter what.
— In the midst of an often changing dream – or series of dreams – a thread came up in which I became aware of some kind of coupe d’etat – I thought it was in Europe – maybe in the pre- World War The First era.
— I realized I was dreaming for a short time, inside the dream – as I followed the twists and turns that brought an intellectual – ‘a-political’ man into a ‘lucky’ position in which he realized he could facilitate a positive change for his country and steer it away from all kinds of probable catastrophes that seemed to him to be ‘more than inevitable’ if the ambitious military that pulled off the coupe remained in power for more than a couple days. This man knew a ‘princess’ with actual ‘royal blood’ from an earlier deposed monarchy – who probably had a legitimate claim to power – & this princess was unaware of her lineage etc. The man helped the princess marry a charismatic man with some political ‘clout’ and popular support who was totally unrelated/un-involved with the military ‘usurpers’.
— Extraneous forces revealed that the men behind the coupe had fabricated the evidence they used to convince their underlings to go along with their plans and the intellectual helped ‘leak’ this information to the Press and to other active rumour mills. The public, and ‘all those who mattered’ quickly came to realize they had been deceived by greedy, lying, unethical, corrupt men who planned to use subterfuge, deceit and the secret police to gain and retain power. The intellectual also managed to get the information ‘out there’ that the princess was an actual princess with a legitimate claim to the old throne in whatever country this was.
— And then after very ethical loyalists with loads of popular support stage a counter-coupe and round up all the ‘usurpers’ and move the charismatic husband of the princess into power the intellectual man is offered a position as a chief advisor to the new government –
— & Inside this dream, I was suddenly fully identified with that intellectual guy and I graciously declined the offer to become the government’s chief advisor and suggested instead that a person I knew was a high-ranking / highly evolved member of the Sufi movement be offered that position instead, saying that this individual was much more qualified than I was to steer the government in the most auspicious and most positive directions.
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— About two hours after I woke up and wrote this down I turned on the CBC network news and learned that they had ‘Breaking News’ that there had been a coupe d’etat in Zimbabwe —
— I dreamed I was in a foreign ‘hot spot’ country and somehow rescued a young girl and her brother who’d been orphaned by crazy racist/religious hatred-filled violence.
— The girl was maybe eight or nine years old and more aware of what had happened than her little brother. They’d seen their parents and other family members murdered. They’d been hiding in rubble (as instructed by their parents). The boy was young enough so he didn’t comprehend what had happened.
— The girl was also terrified of birds. The adults in her family had been watching the skies for bombers and helicopters that their government was employing in an ethnic/religious purge against them and the adults had tried to spare the kids a little bit of anxiety by explaining that they were watching for birds. The girl understood that the adults were anxious and probably afraid of what might come from the sky. I tried to hug her and explain that birds were not going to kill her and her brother. I pointed out several different species of songbirds, even hawks and eagles. She still recoiled, but I thought she was getting used to the idea that the birds couldn’t hurt her as long as she and her brother were protected by me. —> And then a Vulture flew overhead and even I thought it was circling us.
— She also recoiled several times when I tried to hug her. I thought I was trying to comfort her. When we got to a village, an older woman, a village elder, talked to her and explained to me that someone had told her that no man other than her father or one of her uncles – all of whom had been massacred – would be kind to her or protect her unless she agreed to have sex with them. The older woman said the girl’s concept of ‘having sex’ was confused and frightening. She didn’t know what that was exactly, but she thought it involved hugging that led to nothing but pain and humiliation and if that ever happened to her she would never be able to be happy ever again, and would become a slave to brutal, sadistic men.
— I woke up wondering whether I was dreaming something that someone actually lived, or that I might have lived in a previous life, or what-? I thought that what that girl felt and believed was probably a fact to way too many kids in some of the war-torn hot spots we hear about every evening in the news.
-This has nothing to do with this dream, but it does look dream-like –
As I was waking up, I dreamed this :
— A smug jerk walking around with a cocktail glass { half full } in his hand, smiling to his friends, sings, in a gravelly voice with someone teasing a jazzy melody with just the high notes on a piano – the jerk has a smirk on his face,
“Rosie-
“Where have you gone?
“Well – I don’t care –
“Give me a call when you get there –
“ [ something mumbled like ‘be sure to tell me what you wear -‘ ]
Monday, May 29th, 2017 —> +9˚C / +49˚F —> Dark & Overcast @ 4:41 am in Atlantic Canada —
Nashwaak River from the footbridge – May 20, 2017
— Yesterday, Cathi dreamed she was offered a temporary position in England and was contemplating the positives ( travel – visiting very old heritage sites, having the ability to check hard copy records for evidence of ancestral lives —> ) and the possible negatives { Is everything super expensive over there? How can I afford to stay anywhere? — Will I still be able to keep up with my bills back at home? } —> & when she woke up she was still thinking about the possibilities and challenges that offer inside that dream presented —> & She couldn’t wait to fire up her computer and write that down in her dream log.
—> Now it’s my turn?
— I dreamed I was offered a position designing and developing an on-line environment for hosting virtual reality conferences. If the multi-user / private conference rooms caught on, I was assured, corporate clients who’d been assured their conferences could not be spied on and the records of their meetings & conferences would be un-hackable and available and completely under their control —> all proceedings would be scrambled and undecipherable to anyone who had not been personally handed a key to that day’s / that conference’s proceedings —> If that caught on { My employer would charge the corporations reasonable rates, considering the security and privacy involved – } I would be able to develop gaming environments with just as much privacy and security for much lower subscription rates, because the major corporations would be paying the salaries of the top IT engineers and security experts who would constantly be keeping up with all the latest security hacks and patches —>
Friday, May 26th, 2017 —> +9˚C / +47˚F & ‘Dark’ & cloudy —> threatening rain @ the dark of the moon in Atlantic Canada @ 4:59 am —> I think today is Jane Kohler’s Birthday —
— Dreams :
—> (1.) — I dreamed I was hearing a buzzing sound. At first I thought I was making that sound, then I wondered if the sound was real, from outside my head. At first I thought the people in my dream would blame me for making that sound, then I wondered if I was the only one in my immediate area who could hear it and the strange looks I was getting was from people who wondered why I looked like I was acutely worried about something. — This dream ended — I might have nearly woken up and then faded back into sleep. —
—> ( 2.) — In real life, in the real world – I fell asleep sitting in a recliner.
— I dreamed I was alone in a house almost identical to the one I lived in for 43 years { not counting several nearly year-long absences when I tried to in Vermont, and New Hampshire, and longer absences when I tried to live in New York State or while I was in the US Navy. —> I figure those absences don’t quite count? }
— Anyway —> I was alone in that house and had been watching rented videos on rented equipment and got very tired and fell asleep in another recliner in the dream – in the dream world.
—> Still dreaming the same dream, I found myself in the basement, walking around, hearing somebody at the back door, and then heard them breaking into the house. I climbed the stairs and discovered myself paralyzed in the recliner, in a room behind the kitchen – reminiscent of our old ‘back room’ that served as a sometimes spare bedroom, sometimes junk collection room, sometime home for a clothes dryer when we had one.
—> Somebody who looked a little like Rutger Hauer had a contraption that looked like an old-time movie projector set up on our kitchen table. I managed to say, “Hey- what are you doing here?” and got his alarmed attention. He drew a knife and came at me, grinning, motioning with his free hand that I should get up and defend myself.
— Like I said, I was paralyzed and couldn’t get up.
— He gave up with the knife and tried to use a very strange-looking electric power saw, but I could move my hands and arms and I managed to block and then push the saw down and I guess broke its connection with its electric cable. The guy looked confused and worried, like I should not be able to know he was there and I should not be able to defend myself from him.
— I asked him, “What the heck are you doing here anyway? Trying to watch some old-time movie?” I had the intuitive feeling that this guy was using ‘black-ops’ ‘extra-dimensional’ technology and wondered if my Yoga training could actually protect me from something like that. I began chanting what was supposed to be Mahatma Gandhi’s favourite chant, “Sri Ram” –
— The guy took off in a big hurry –
— I continued trying to regain complete control of my body, I was getting somewhere and struggling to get up out of the chair. I heard crackling and turned around to see that the guy had set the house on fire on his way out. I thought I better save the rented equipment, then I thought I should call the fire department first, make sure I could get out of the house and then think about saving the rental equipment and my computers, especially the USB key and the hard drive that had all my backed up writing on it.
— I woke up in the real world, realized the dog was sleeping on the floor behind me, looked around to make sure this house wasn’t on fire and hurried to the wash room – Then I wrote this down on my aging Mac Mini and here we are. —> Alive and well in the real world?
Monday, May 22nd, 2017 —> 15˚C / 59˚F —> Grey & looking like it wants to rain @ 10:38 am in Atlantic Canada —> It’s Victoria Day —
— Dream: —>
— I was at work. It looked more like my Trucking Company job from the early 70’s than anything since then. One of the guys I was working with was somebody I knew in the eighties when I was working at the Post Office. —> The supervisors sent me and this guy about 20 miles away for something. I had my father’s old 1951 grey Dodge & drove us both to where we had to go – looked like another kind of job site altogether – we got a tour of the place and then I had to go pick something up – My friend got to work and I drove away to pick up the ‘whatever’ – I was on the highway in the rain and the car overheated. I got off the highway and waited, then started up and shifted into drive when the car cooled down. I drove a bit, but the car wasn’t performing, it had slowed down to ‘ridiculous’ – I tried to pull over and ended up driving into an area where I couldn’t go anywhere, but down a steep, nearly un- navigable series of hills and then stopped at the edge of somebody’s property. I looked around and at that property dozens of people were getting ready for a wedding to be celebrated in their garden. I asked a couple guys to help me get the car out of their way. The guys picked up the shell of the car without the wheels, undercarriage or engine and carried it into a barn with the shells of dozens of other cars, all piled ‘willy-nilly’. Somebody had pulled the wiring harness and reduced it to a long rubber coated cable with loads of white plastic square connectors. I watched them take that somewhere and looked around for the rest of the car. I couldn’t find any part of the car anywhere while I was walking around in the middle of bride’s maids who seemed to have become familiar enough with my presence so it didn’t bother them at all that I was there. —> Somehow or other, my friend from work arrived there and looked at me like he was sorry for me, but wanted to make like he didn’t know me, because that would have been too embarrassing in front of all the dressed up, good-looking women at the wedding. —> I kept looking for my car, ended up walking around the house on top of bushes and around a dog that I hoped wouldn’t get territorial and want to bite me. I made it to the front of the house and seemed to be locked out and totally ignored by everybody inside.
