Wednesday – November 15th, 2017 —

Wednesday, November 15th, 20107 — 8:30 am-ish —

Weire on Madawaska River, Arnprior, ONtario on a foggy January Morning in 2008
– Another 2008 Dreamscape –

— 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 —

— Eek? —

~~~~~ Jim

Weird Dream In Which Kids were being prodded by their mother to launch a witch hunt?

Monday, August 1st, 2016 — My cousin Lesley’s Birthday 🙂 —

[ — Yesterday we hopped in the van and drove to St Andrews by the Sea and then on to St John, both cities in New Brunswick — on the Bay of Fundy Coast where yesterday’s high and low tides were 23 feet apart. — I should pop some of yesterday’s photos in here — call it a real life happy dream of how every day could be fun and beautiful? — ]

— Last night I had several dreams, I’ve been ‘dreaming up a storm’ lately, remembering lots of details from several dreams, and watching dreams run into each other, sometimes continuing the previous dream, sometimes veering off on a tangent from the previous dream? –

— But I only remember a bit from the last dream. [ It’s been three hours since I had to get up and put out the garbage and the recycling ]

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— It looked like a real world setting, I might have been raking leaves in the yard of the house I grew up in or somewhere that felt that familiar.

— A young boy (eight to ten years old?) walked over to me, wrinkled his nose and looked irritated. He said, “I know where there’s a witch living around here -” and looked like he expected me to do something about that.

— I smiled and replied, “So do I -”

— The boy looked confused and worried and turned and looked at a woman who was standing on the sidewalk maybe ten feet away from us, full of righteous indignation over my taking his information in stride. They boy hurried to that woman, who I guessed was his mother. They walked away.

— There were a lot of people walking on the sidewalk that day. I didn’t think about it inside the dream, but it was like I lived near a community centre or even a church that had just finished its services – or something like that.

— I got back to raking my leaves.

— Then I looked up and noticed a young girl, maybe 11 or 12 years old, with the same irritated look the boy had shown earlier, “I know where a witch lives -” she almost growled with more purpose in her voice than the boy had shown.

— I looked past the girl and saw a friendly looking grandmotherly type who’d heard the girl and looked worried by the girl’s tone of voice.

— I nodded, smiled again and said, “I do too, and she’s a good one.”

— The girl looked stunned and horrified, looked at the grandmotherly woman and looked like she was terrified that that woman might cast an evil spell on her or something — Then she ran to where the boy from earlier was standing with the woman who had to be their mother. She was pretty much shaking with rage over the fact that I was not upset by the idea that a witch lived somewhere near there – I have no idea why – but I had a definite feeling that the mother expected me to do something about it, round-up a mob and run the woman out of town or something? I looked up to the sky and wondered how people were falling back into the kind of weird fearful mind-set I thought we all grew out of – hundreds of years ago.

— The woman and her son and daughter gasped at the perfectly harmless smiling older woman. The mother firmly steered her children away from where the woman and I were several yards apart and hustled them down the street the other way.

— I saw a kind of ‘Thank you’ expression on the older woman’s face, especially in her eyes, but then she winced and didn’t say anything, but gave me the feeling that she was thinking, -” I just want to go home where I know I’m safe from the looks and nasty words of people who believe they have a right to warp everybody else’s public opinions. “-

— I woke up wondering why I’d be dreaming about something like this.

~~~~~ Jim