Weird Dreams – Page 2

Welcome To July, 2016 ?

Sunday, July 3rd, 2016 — 16°C / 61°F @ 9:39 am with brilliant sunlight, deep blue skies and very nicely lit up clouds leisurely moving above the houses and hills here in Atlantic Canada — It’s Kyla’s Birthday Today 🙂 —

Venice? Near sunrise or sunset? — Beautiful photo, beautiful sentiment —

— I started out this morning to write about a weird dream I had – & discovered the computer I fixed yesterday had gone into blue screen mode. I was able to convince it to shut down and then, remarkably, I was able to restart it – the problem seems to be that while it is protected by Avast and Malwarebytes it thinks it is totally unprotected. and wants to scream that at me every couple minutes.

— Then I discovered that my dream journal blog has developed a fatal problem that won’t let it load, and I can’t sign into it. And several blogs are complaining that they need to be updated. Including this one. & “Blogzilla 2.0” is full of nonsense from fatcow dot com which may be in collusion with one nasty, fraudulent extortionist or another and has shut down access to blogs mirrored on their servers because I refused to pay their ever increasing nonsensical ‘protection racket’ prices. — groan —

— sigh, & now the cat is complaining that I’m late with his breakfast.

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— It is now 10:51 am. {{{ & 19°C / 66°F — Sunny and breezy with lots of brightly lit up clouds floating happily against a deep blue sky here in Atlantic Canada. }}}

& now, the dream.

— I’m pretty sure I was walking around the Milford, Connecticut, of my youth with my cousin, Glenn. He had grown taller than me. I was six feet three and he was probably six feet four and a half. It felt like we were back in our late teens. Too young to drive – too young for our parents to start nagging us to go out and get a job — old enough to feel the sting of knowing our parents were wrong – they’d been lied to and they’d believed the lies — but we weren’t old enough yet to understand that we knew that we were a little more right than they were – that we were ‘plugged in’ to a Truth that they couldn’t see or understand. The Beatles and the Stones had landed and taken their place in the collective consciousness (and unconsciousness – where applicable) so the social revolution was beginning and we were feeling something like empowerment – like something new and exciting and spiritually truthful was trying to transform the world into something we could believe in, not some nightmare manipulated by greedy older men with evil dark agendae – who believed in killing off the best and brightest of every generation so they and theirs could maintain power.

— We walked around, connected with friends and went to some kind of party reminiscent of the first time we played together in a band, we knew three songs and everybody thought we were fantastic, wanted to hear those three songs over and over again. I had a slightly warped and hard to play electric bass guitar and guys and girls caught up in the rock and roll revolution were shocked and impressed by the way I could play in time and with feeling they’d never felt from the lousy AM radios we all had in those days.

— Then we ended up ‘crashing’ sleeping in a room full of couch cushions arranged on a floor. In the dream I woke up worrying that somebody would look at me and know that, dressed or not, with the blanket not quite covering me, I was obviously sexually aroused – I’d been dreaming of the young women who’d been gasping and looking at us like we were potential rock and roll gods while we’d been playing and one of them wanted to sleep with me, but I woke up in a room littered with sleeping guys —

— I guess I lived through that without being discovered or having to explain that I’d been dreaming of starry eyed young women letting me know they’d let me kiss them.

— And as we walked outside somebody pointed across the river and said “That’s not right! There’s only supposed to be three peaks in those mountains. Look, there’s five!”

— In the reality I grew up in, there were no mountain peaks across the river from Milford, in what would have been Stratford. But, Yeah, there they were. I wanted to reach for my cell phone and take a photo of those five mountain peaks. But I quickly forgot that, the mountains began moving- sliding out of sight to the right- (heading north?) and being replaced by more and more mountains on the other side of the river. I gasped and said, “We’re going to have an earthquake-” and heard a commotion and people were running all around us. And I heard somebody else – who had probably come this conclusion independently – shout, “We’re gonna have an earthquake!”

— There was a rumble, not a really big one but a line of mountain cliffs came rolling in like they were on a railroad train and took up residence next door. I was trying to remember the name of those neighbours, realized I was in somebody’s house, and wondered how I would get back across the river to where my baby sister, Nancy, probably needed emotional support and most likely needed to know that I was okay and I wanted to know that she was okay-

— That’s where I woke up.

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— It is now 11:27 am and it’s only taken me four and a half hours to write down the details of a dream that should only have taken me fifteen minutes to describe.

~~~~~ Jim

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P.S. — 13°C / 55°F @ 12:05 am July 4th, 2016 — I uploaded a backup version of this blog. And that worked. I went through several updates and they worked. I thought I might like a different theme and I believe I found one that fits my ‘sensibilities’. And here we are. Happy 4th of July to all my friends and relatives, even those who actually believe that Canada is a Communist country.

Friends’ Reunion – Rock and Roll Bands – Sporty Cars & ATM Cards

Friday, August 21st, 2015 -( 28˚C / 82˚F — Sunny & almost bearable – & a bit muggy @4:44 pm in Atlantic Canada — on Dottie Shrader’s Birthday )-

Dream like seascape/landscape. — – Game Development Screen Shot – Doug’s ‘Highe Elf’ Builder Character staring out to sea at fog enshrouded mountainous islands off shore.

— I dreamed I dropped in on a mini-reunion of friends from high school & the one I knew since Jr High was there and I didn’t think that was strange even though he’d died suddenly and unexpectedly on his way home from a holiday dinner in Boston a couple years ago – After we had dinner in their hotel, I had to go somewhere, so the friend who is still alive in the real world gave me a ride in his sporty black ‘American’ car – I wasn’t sure what make and model, just that it was made in the USA. & I had plans to meet them back at the hotel after my previously scheduled engagement. I rode in the back seat and didn’t think that was strange, or that there was a dark fog in the passenger’s seat in front where my friend who had died ( I didn’t remember that in the dream ) came along for the ride.

— My ‘previously scheduled engagement’ was a rehearsal of a Rock and Roll band that I guess I was part of. I was the last to arrive and when I got there, everybody was sitting around, no instruments were out, they were sitting at a table and informed me that one member of the band had delivered a tantrum and quit. When I asked if we were going to rehearse without our prima donna they all said, “No -” they weren’t in the mood.

— I don’t know how I got back to the hotel but when I got there, an assistant manager met me after announcing my name with a bull horn and told me my friends had left and the ATM machines all around the country were all down, so their stay had been charged to my credit card, which was the only one that had worked.

— So I went to the late evening snack I had just paid for, found nobody there but me, sat down and ate all the french fries. Then one of my friends’ woman friends showed up, went for the french fries and snarled at me saying, “That’s not the way we do things around here -” I shrugged and said, “Well everybody else’s credit cards and ATM cards are frozen and I just paid for three days of everybody’s rooms and dinner -” and shrugged again.

— I woke up and realized it was after 4 pm, I had fallen asleep between 2 and 3 pm and I had a dog’s nose in my face, he was trying to see if I was still alive enough to let him go outside to pee and back in to raid the refrigerator for the treat he believes he deserves for not peeing inside the house.

🙂

— shrug –,

~~~~~ Jim

Several Wild and Crazy Dreams

Wednesday, August 19th, 2015 -(30˚C / 86˚F — Clear and very Sauna-Like out there @ 3:20 pm on my old ex-neighbor, Bill Clinton’s Birthday, here in Atlantic Canada )-

Game Development Screen Shots — “You Have Been Disconnected” Collage from Game Screen Shots.

— I fell asleep with the CBC News Network’s 24 hour news channel on the television, pets jumping up onto me and being their ‘usual’ strange selves, digging their claws into my chest and rubbing their heads against me, like they were very anxious about something – And I dreamed some fanatical ethnic cleansing group was targeting anybody they suspected of being, to quote Peter Gabriel, “Not One Of Us” and I was trying to get possible victims, including my own family members, out of town before the fanatics came along and butchered everybody.

— Then I woke up and turned the television off, shuddered and went back to sleep, slept ‘fitfully’ with a worried dog whining in my ear to wake me up a couple time, like he knew I was being attacked by weird dreams. They weren’t quite nightmares, I didn’t think I needed my heavy duty spiritual help to clear them away, I never quite woke up enough to realize I probably should have contacted my ‘Major Guardian Angels’.

— Yup, I had several weird dreams, did not feel like anything malevolent was attacking me with violent images or feelings of vulnerability or anything –

— And one dream that sticks out. My wild and crazy ‘Amor Fou’ has a sister whose got a ‘cement consciousness’ — “All mixed up and permanently set” <— Credit that quote to my favorite silly tea bag lines from the seventies. Anyway – the love of my life’s sister popped into a dream. We were in a car or more like a multi passenger van in the Connecticut town I grew up in, across the street from the house I lived in for most of that life. I was probably in the back-most seat, Cathi was beside me, Jassper was whining in my ear, sitting on the seat next to me, me in the middle. Cathi’s sister turned around from the driver’s side, in the middle seat. I couldn’t see who was driving. Cathi’s sister has been anything but reasonable to me and Cathi has apologized for subjecting me to her sister’s nasty jibes and nastier looks since I got here. But in this dream her sister was reasonable, apologetic, even acted like she admired my ‘talent’ as a writer as she turned around, and handed me a journal I had written, which I immediately thought the woman had stolen to read through to try to find fuel for her attacks, -to find anything she could use against me in her crazy attempts to convince the world that she’s been right all along and I am the right hand of the devil, here to steal Cathi away, murder her off in the wilds and hand her soul to the devil for eternal torment in the worst sections of hell below us. But no, Cathi’s sister smiled at me and said, “I read this, it’s really good-” and continued smiling like she meant it. Even in the dream I was shocked.

— When I woke up I had whining cats and dogs to deal with and then had to run to the washroom myself, and I almost forgot that dream. Then I wondered if something majorly traumatic happened to Cathi’s sister and she was trying to undo a number of bad karmic choices she’d made and actions she’d incurred so she could enter heaven with a clear conscience.

— I don’t know. Should I worry?

~~~~~ Jim, [ who discovered that – yes – Jassper did connect this blog to his facebook and twitter accounts, hmmmm- ]

Tuesday, October 28, 2014 = Weird dream about bank accounts.

Good Morning?

I dreamed I had a bank account with $12.20 left in it. I went to check on a deposit that was supposed to have gone in and found a negative balance instead. I sent a message to the bank, asking them what happened to my deposit and why was I showing a negative balance?

I got a message back, after I’d spent a lot of time and energy going through statements, bills, invoices and all that ugly financial bull chips.

The message from the bank was, The deposit was never made, they discovered that they had charged me for a returned check that hadn’t been mine, hadn’t had anything to do with any account I was associated with and they gave me back my $12.20 cents.

I told them I had been assured that the money which was supposed to be deposited had gone to my account, and I had the details of this transaction and sent that documentation to the bank.

The bank got back to me on this, said they couldn’t honestly trace that deposit until they did a complete audit of everything that came in the day that deposit must have gone into the wrong account, somewhere, and it might take them a month to complete their audit.

I asked them if they would be crediting my account with interest back to the date that deposit should have been in my account.

The bank manager said, no, that is not their policy.

I woke up and uncomfortably went over the details of that dream for a while, then switched to lying there, working out details as to how I would start and where I would go with my NaNoWriMo Novel, beginning this coming Saturday.

>>>—–Gaaaaaaaaaaa—->

~~~~~Jim

Very Wild Night with very strange dreams

Tuesday, 16 September, 2014 –

I fell asleep with my hand on Cathi’s hip and soon drifted into a semi-lucid dream in which I more or less knew I was dreaming and felt like ‘Angels’ were holding my hand, which felt like it was reaching almost straight up into the sky instead of resting on Cathi’s hip.

Then I felt like there were several ‘intelligences’ in the room, I saw shadows moving in the dream room I imagined at this point, and I told Cathi about them, but she was busy dreaming and breathing beside me and couldn’t turn to see what I was talking about.

Orange Cat with a lion cut. — Moe. with his very strange haircut.

For a second, I thought I was following our orange cat, Moe, with his very strange haircut and his tail in the air, -and I felt like I was following him at a height of maybe a foot or eighteen inches above the floor- and I heard what sounded like a young female child say something like, “You are following my ass-” and I woke up enough to feel suspended in a hypnogogic state, tingling inside my body, able to move, aware of the real world around me and also connected to dream states. I knew there were ‘entities’ there, did not feel threatened, but I told them, “We only want positive beings here, we don’t need any negativity, thank you-” and did not feel the entities register any surprise or anger or frustration or delight, or anything.

So I just kind of tingled there and the dog started barking in the other room, like he was quietly barking at something or someone or a bunch of someones. I got up and went the washroom, peeked into the living room, where the dog was- the dog was looking around like whatever he was barking at was still flying around the room. I asked him what he was barking at and he looked surprised that I was there. Then I went to the washroom and when I went back to bed, there was the dog, he’d taken over my spot and looked worried about something. But then he climbed down to the floor and acted worried there.

In the next room, the monitor for the security cams was flipping through its screens, sped up a bit. Like something had changed the speed on me. I said a couple prayers, reached for Michael and other arch angels and felt like I received an assurance that there was no danger, drifted off to sleep, slept for maybe another hour and woke up, needed the washroom again.

When I came back the dog was back in my spot and this time did not want to move. I managed to slide under covers with him in the middle of the bed and while I was drifting off- our 24 pound orange Moe came bounding along, jumped up onto my stomach and both Cathi and the dog moved when I jumped. I managed to keep the dog from kicking the cat off the bed, I managed not to get clawed by either the cat or the dog, and eventually fell back to sleep.

Cathi got up and went to work. I was vaguely aware of that, but when I woke up enough to say so, just before 8 am. the door was shut and the pets were gone.

I had had another dream.

Cathi and I were in my paternal grandparents’ house in Connecticut ( My grandfather died in the seventies and my grandmother died in 1996, at the age of 90 or 91- An uncle sold the house after that and I’ve been back in that house or a dream version of it a couple times since, sometimes worried that the new owners might not want me there- ) One interesting feature of that house was the fact that a driveway went all the way up the eastern side of the house, where there was just enough room for the driveway between the house and the neighbour’s hedge. My grandfather had built a garage up a slight hill about 20 yards behind the house and there was room for cars to either go up the hill to a space large enough for two or more cars in front of the garage and space for two or three cars to pull around in sandy gravel behind the back porch of the house. The ‘hill’ is a flat area about three feet higher than the flat area that the house is on. The bank between the garage area and the house area had been gradually smoothed out so it was maybe a thirty degree incline in front of the garage, where it was a bit steeper farther west, and almost a vertical rise beyond the house, where it rose about the side yard.

Okay, so Cathi and I were in the kitchen, looking out the window, and I saw two cats in a box, and one of them was giving birth to kittens. The kittens were coming out remarkably un-messy and two of them stood up and meowed at me. A third came out and stood up and looked at me. This one was a mixture of white and brown with slight hints of orange- and the brown part on its head made it look like a cow. I thought that was remarkable, and tried to get Cathi’s reaction. Then I woke up and she had gone to work.

—hmmmmmmmmmm?

~~~~~Jim

Family Reunions and Odd Conversations

Sunday, September 7, 2014, Chrissie Hynde’s and Joan -née Young-‘s Birthday.

Last night, after Doctor Who- I was sitting on the bed, and never realized I’d fallen asleep until what sounded and felt like somebody whispered in my left ear. There was a warm sensation, nothing scary at all. I drifted off again a while later and woke up hearing somebody say “Wee-Oh!” but not right into my ear. That did not feel strange or threatening either.

I then spent an unusual full night in bed, I think I got up once or twice to visit the washroom, and I remembered details of one dream all day, they’re still with me-

I dreamed I brought somebody to a family reunion. This wasn’t Cathi, I felt like this was a young person, I have no idea what my relationship with her might have been, but I was talking with one of my aunts and, referring to the young woman, said, “She’s feeling like she’s not being accepted here-” and my aunt said, “Bringing a knife with her wasn’t such a good idea, then, was it?” And then I was walking toward a house, as if we had been outside for a picnic and were walking up a wide walk way to a large formal looking home- My brother stepped up beside me and laughingly said, “Well, hello stranger-” seemed happy to see me, but he then pretended to chew on two of my fingers.

—shrug– (I doubt that there might be any deep meaningful significance here- )

~~~~~Jim

Caressed by a Buffalo (?)

7:12 am Wednesday, the 14th of June, 2013. 6°C / 42°F here, West of Ottawa, (Not quite the dark side of the moon….)

—Dreamed I was a passenger in a vehicle that was being driven by a woman. We were driving in a rural setting and the driver was upset about another woman who had built a fence close to the road and complained about everybody who drove near her new fence.

My driver drove close to the fence and stopped, she’d caught her sleeve on the fence. I got out with my pocket knife and cut the fence away. The woman and the vehicle drove away leaving me to face the angry woman.

I shrugged and said, “I don’t know what this is all about, but I had to cut your fence and I’ll make it up to you.”

The woman, maybe a child of hers or two, and I went to look at her fence and couldn’t find the cut I had just made.

Then I turned around and saw a honking huge Buffalo. (brown one, not white) His or her head was at least 8 feet tall. Quite imposing. I walked up to it and patted its neck. It happily rubbed its head against mine like a cat does.

—that’s it. weird enough?

—I’m sure my dream interpreting friends can have a field day with this one.

~~~~~Jim

((( & the love of my life replied in two messages like this:
Cathi Harris commented on your status.

(1) Cathi wrote: “Hmm…need to check my spirit animal totem thing, buffalos are a powerful image”

(2) Cathi Harris commented on your status.

Cathi wrote: “When a Buffalo appears in your life, it means you are in the process of manifesting a wish or goal, don’t get angry or impatient and “force the issue” know that your determination to make it will meet with success. The Buffalo teaches us to stay grounded and reminds us that when we are on the right path it is an easy one to follow.”)))

Is Today Wednesday?

Wednesday, June 5, 2013. 9˚C @ 6 am.

I was so tired I couldn’t stay awake to do things on my “Must Do” list, made sure the animals were okay and conked out. I woke up later, tried to check email, fell asleep at the keyboard before the email actually loaded, let the insistent dog out, fell asleep a couple times before he wanted back in and gave up and went back to bed after the dog wanted back in (and I let him back in).

Waking up between dreams, I was very nicely relaxed and remembered times in areas I felt were extraordinarily therapeutic.

—Dreams of support groups, friends from the past and robot buses programmed to kill.

— 1.) [Somebody told me a couple months ago- that- when you dream you’re naked, people in your dreams rarely acknowledge that fact.] I was somewhere comfortable. a spiritual coach type approached me and said, “We’re going to pull your pants down in public and see how feel about that. I looked up and saw a bunch of people I knew and several young boys I don’t think I’d ever seen, and a couple women I’d been attracted to. One woman was slightly affectionate. I wondered if this was karmic, If maybe in my childhood I’d been too aggressive with my affections for a young girl who might have been too young. I realized I was walking around without my pants and only a few young boys were giggling. The woman who had been affectionate said, “Not now-” when I tried to put my arm around her.

— 2.) People I’d known and worked with (from my post office days) were somewhere with me in a pleasant outdoors place. It felt like we were catching up with each other. (I remember Cindy G. and it ‘felt like’ a couple others were there, but I couldn’t see them. I told Cindy we should invite a bunch of others, including her ex-boyfriend from that time and I don’t think she was super keen on that idea.

— 3.) A bus that was programmed to drive carefully around the same route, had cameras and redundant safety circuits to ensure that no passengers were ever in danger, or were neglected… had also been secretly programmed to kill ‘targets’ on command. Somebody had discovered this and was telling me about it. We were not on the bus but I could see it moving and I was concerned about potential victims. (I don’t think I personally knew anybody who might have been targeted for assassination by bus.)

——— ehhh-

~~~~~ Jim

The Move is On

Sunday, June 2nd, 2013. 22˚C / 70˚F in the Ottawa area (from two different sources) (It’s nowhere near as Muggy as yesterday here—)

Jim2013June02 — A young boy thought I looked like Gandalf in “The Hobbit” yesterday. Last March a slightly drunk young man called out to his friends, “Hey look, it’s Dumbledoor!”

(Ouch, my neck-)

So, we didn’t know for sure until Wednesday whether we would actually be moving or not. Cathi had a job offer, & the Department of Fisheries and Oceans up here is hurting for people with her knowledge and expertise, && they wanted her there by New Years day. Um, it took them until most of the way through May to get the actual job offer in her hands and wanted us to move about a thousand miles and be ready for her to start by like, tomorrow? And then a mix up in the details of how they were going to help us move had Cathi ready to flip them the bird and call out something like, “In your dreams, Ice Holes!” But the guy who knew what he was doing, unlike most guys who know what they’re doing, was at the top of their food chain and he diplomatically whacked the person on the wrist who had told Cathi that she wasn’t going to get much help getting there.

We had a Real Estate friend come over with a chain saw and a branch pruning pole and, in yesterday’s heat, cut back some bushes, loaded a bunch of shrub prunings onto his trailer and turned my forehead red from exposure to sunlight, (I didn’t blush it this colour.)

No- we don’t live in igloos up here year round. Yes, Canadians with European colouration do get sunburns when we’re halfway to the North Pole.

———And, man, do I have a lot of dreams to tell you about. (If it’s tomorrow there are probably several of those dreams either above this message or pr-dated to get them below, closer to where they actually happened.)

——— (Busy up North),

~~~~~Jim

March Breaking

Saturday, March 16, 2013 // -9˚C / +16˚F @ Noon

—There was one day recently when I woke up remembering about ten dreams I’d had that night.

—The next day, or the day after the next, I had a dream that told me we’d had a time shift in 1973 and this planet had begun the process of splitting our dimension into two separate dimensions. Mostly positive people (Or positive above a certain level with a prerequisite level of understanding and/or evolutionary experience???) would drift into the positive dimension and mostly negative and/or selfish, manipulative, controlling, evil people and almost positive people who had cartloads of bad karma or were afraid to move to the positive dimension… would fall into the darker dimension.

—The process of splitting into those two groups had begun in 1973 (according to the dream… which had a narator I guessed was an angel or arch-angelic type) and the two groups would co-exist for a certain period of time and then the groups would begin to lose sight of each other, stop thinking about members of the other group, lose touch and then finally, the break would come and a barrier between the two dimensions would seal. Life would immediately begin to get better for everyone in the higher dimension and much worse for everybody in the lower dimension. Loving, sharing people would find abundance and increased understanding, and suddenly realize they had more psychic connections and/or ‘abilities’. Bitter, selfish, nasty, mean, controlling, manipulative people would find themselves involved in wars that would destroy their economies, destroy their food crops, destroy their infrastructure and plunge them back into a dark age, or more like the stone ages.

—There were people in that dream that were definitely my friends from this life, who are still alive now, who acted in very positive ways in the dream that the selfish, controlling crowd would try to claim were ‘immoral’/ evil / illegal etc. But the angels & arch-angels who were monitoring this whole process had a very different perspective and were protecting these good people and making their sometimes fragile self images immune to the evil, devastating, undermining propaganda of the ‘dark and selfish’ ones.

I started writing that story, or the story from that dream, and strangely enough, I have felt both energized and ‘attacked’ by nightmares and weird fleeting illnesses and infections. I could easily believe that the dark selfish powers are onto me, do not want me to write that story and are trying to make it impossible for me to do so- But the good guys are still here, encouraging me- assuring me that the diseases and conditions are very temporary and while the bad guys would know something was up if the good guys shielded me completely from these attacks and step up their efforts immediately… the good guys had me covered and wanted me to know that a little bit of discomfort now would be seen to be much more than ‘worth it’, in a fairly short time. World news in the past couple months looks like the baddies are making a desperate last ditch effort to control the planet, the media and everything else.

—So I’ll live with this arthritis and feeling like I’m constantly on the verge of being down for the count with a nasty flu or some worse condition, and probably keep plugging away.

—The last uncomfortable message that came through was along the lines of “The shadow government now knows every word you text, tweet, type, speak or blog…”

—So I think I just committed to taking my day dreams off line in computers that do not have blue tooth / wifi capabilities.

——— Have a nice life….

————— Jim ~~~~~