— 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 —
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 —>
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.
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 🙂 —
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.
Sunday, August 2nd, 2015 -( 27˚C / 81˚F — Muggy, warm and greying overhead in Atlantic Canada @ 4:45 pm )-
Our Leader on Twitter? Finally?
— I dreamed that police came to my door with a ‘respectful’ attitude and told me that, “Tom wants to thank you personally.”
— I tried to remember what anyone would want to thank me for- and thought maybe I had helped save a policeman’s life or something. I couldn’t quite picture ‘Tom’ in my head.
— I was then surrounded by reporters with microphones and smart phones as recording devices in my face and the first question I heard was, “What do you plan to do about the Federal Government?” & with everybody else shouting in my face at once I had to ask that guy to repeat the question.
— “What do you plan to do about the Federal Government?”
— The question seemed entirely absurd to me. I started waking up, rising through layers of consciousness, thinking, “The Federal Government doesn’t answer to me. Why would anybody ask me what I intend to do with it, or to it, or about it?”
— When I woke up the love of my life was watching the CBC Network News channel and everybody was buzzing about the fact that the parliament had been dissolved and the Prime Minister had asked the Governor General to declare that it was now time to begin a longer than usual campaign season for Federal Elections to be held on October 19th. — The anniversary of the day in 1985 that I finally quit smoking for good, The day before my mother’s birthday-
— And I wondered if the questions I had heard had not been directed toward me, but had been asked of ‘Tom’. And would that be Tom Mulcair? Did I just have a dream in which I went into the future and saw Tom Mulcair declared Prime Minister of Canada? And if so- Was that this world or a parallel one?
