Thursday – October 27th, 2016 –

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 —

Peace Tower.
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.

— Umm — ? —

~~~~~ Jim

—> I Dreamed I Was Offered An On-Line Job <---

Monday, May 29th, 2017  —> +9˚C / +49˚F  —> Dark & Overcast @ 4:41 am in Atlantic Canada —

River from above
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 —>

—> Hmmmmm ?

~~~~~ Jim

Buzzing Sound Inside My Head & Home Invasion Dream?

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?

~~~~~ Jim

Lost Pieces of a Car at somebody’s wedding?

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.

— Weird — ,

~~~~~ Jim

Between Life Options?

Friday, May 19th, 2017 —> Peter Bochan of WPKN’s Birthday 🙂 —

— I dreamed I was talking with several friends who met each other between lives to help us remember who we were and what we had been and done in our past lives together.

— We were worried about one friend who had just had a tough life and might have ‘burned out’ and might try to bluff his way through a life review / integrity test. We thought that if he was anything but totally honest he might get ‘sent back’ to learn a few tough lessons all over again.

— Those of us who had recovered from traumatic lives and deaths knew there were several levels in the Astral realms & higher realms we couldn’t get to from where we were without passing certain tests that would come up every now and then – { I wasn’t completely sure about how and when these ‘tests’ came up and what that process was entirely }

— I think we meditated a lot and that process was similar to what many of us do down here in the material universe – During one of my meditations I saw a kind of ‘pop up window’ appear in front of me with an option to ‘graduate’ to a higher realm / higher level of understanding with increased access to higher lessons and possibly more effective healing abilities or something like that. —> I went to tell my friends about that, understood I was not supposed to tell them all the details about what I had done, or what hurdle/obstacle I had overcome in that meditation, but I knew it was perfectly okay to let them know that we were all making positive progress and we were not all stalled indefinitely at the level we had attained.

— One of our friends told us that he had been told it was time for him to go back down to the material universe and see if he could apply the lessons he had learned in this session between material lives. I volunteered to follow his progress long enough to see if things were turning out well for him ‘down there in the smoke and fog of forgetfulness’ –

— Someone asked me if the option I had just earned to move up to a higher level was something I should ‘jump on’ right away and let my friends on that level deal with their own tests and obstacles on their individual paths to evolutionary progress. I didn’t have to think about that for more than a ‘split second’ before I received the assurance that I could tell them, “I think that part of the reason I was given the option to ascend like that was because I was willing to keep tabs on you guys and try to send you spiritual pats on the back when things get tough down there-”

— Everybody was happy to hear that. { Oh, and this was definitely a co-ed group of friends. }

~~~~~ Jim

Video Games and Dreaming my family had to move?

Wednesday, May 17th, 2017  —> with a vague hint of light on the horizon to the east @ 4:28 am  —

— Dreams:

—> Earlier:

— I was working on building roads in a video game world. It was taking me much longer than usual to get those roads ‘created’ / designed / whatever —> Then all the roads began to move closer together, forming a very tight grid, like I was either compressing everything or panning back / up and away —> I Iaughed and wondered if my invisible virtual road building nanobots had gone on strike.

—> Later:

— My family, Mom & a couple sisters & me —>  were moving into a new house- We still had most of our stuff in boxes. I had chosen a room that had an “L” shaped alcove and I was in that alcove concentrating on trying to figure which direction was east because I wanted to set my home-made desk up so I would be facing east in there and I was thinking that was a really good space to write in and I thought I could quickly finish writing the novel I was working on as a teenager —> As I was visualizing where I would move the desk, Mom came upstairs and said, “We lost the house. We have to pack up and move again.” I gasped and said, “How can that be?” –> and sat there wondering what would we pack our stuff into and where could we go?

~~~~~ Jim

Butterfish Pond? Merkenack Lake?

Tuesday, May 16, 2017 —>

— My sister, Sharon, found photos of me making faces {Sticking my tongue out at the camera? } and wearing US Navy dungarees & a plain white tee shirt. In one photo I was smiling, holding a young boy on my knee with a friend whose head was shaved – clowning with a monicle in his eye and wearing a brown leather jacket. I didn’t recognize the friend or the kid who might have been mine (?)

— I stopped looking at the photographs and heard mom and dad come home – I went down stairs into what looked pretty much like the house we lived in on Huntington Road in Stratford. Dad took a small black dog { Flipper? } out the front door on a leash { which almost never would have happened in this life – either the leash or dad taking the dog out for a walk } I followed mom into the kitchen. She went into their bedroom beyond the kitchen and I turned around to see dad had come back inside, & he said something about looking at, ‘Butterfish [ something ] ‘ – I asked him, “Butterfish  – what – ?” & he repeated, “Butterfish Pond, near Merkenack Lake.”

— I woke up and saw that it was 7:50 am. I got up and realized that Cathi had just gone into the washroom. I wondered if she was sick. [ —> Nope, just running late. ]

— I went and looked up Butterfish Pond, found a warning about eating something that was falsely marketed as ‘Butterfish’ but was really something with undigestible oil that could cause severe stress, especially with somebody with stomach troubles. “Butterfish” was also a description of catfish fried in butter.

— & I looked up Merkenack Lake —> The only hit at google was for somebody whose surname was Merkenback { Elise? and it came with a date “4 November 1866″ and was part of a list connected with ‘Brooklyn Geneology’ — Brooklyn Marriage Records?

{ http://bklyn-genealogy-info.stevemorse.org/Marriage/1866/Groom.html }

{”    LAKE, Charles Henry. GAUS, Elisabetha. 9 Sept 1866. #403.

LANG, Wilhelm Friedrich.  MERKENBACK, Elise. 4 Nov 1866. #629.  “}   { ??? }

— Shrug —