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?

{ }

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

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

— Shrug —

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

Thursday, October 6th, 2016

Thursday, October 6th, 2016 — 23°C / 74°F — Sunny & Pleasant in Atlantic Canada @ 4:19 pm — Bill Pellenz’s birthday.

Yogananda Quote
– “Be a smile millionaire -” – give away smiles like they’re going out of style? – And not because you’re about to eat all those fish behind you? – Very nice quote, which has nothing to do with any dreams last night or this morning- But dolphins and underwater are cool dreamlike images. –

— Yeah – Yesterday, last night and this morning were so weird I’ll have to check with somebody’s blog to read up on weird atmospheric snarr that might be hitting us here on Earth.

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— Earlier:

— I got up around 5:45 am – couldn’t sleep – made a cup of coffee and forgot it in the microwave – turned the television on to get the daily forecast etc. and couldn’t see anything in the dark to know whether I had to scrape the frost off Cathi’s windshield or not – She’s got a test today to see if she can qualify for a promotion/higher paying job where she works, or maybe even transfer to a more amazing place in New Brunswick, like St Andrews? — Shhh! Don’t tell the pets, they might not get over another move – Anyway, I sat down, waiting for the weather stuff and fell asleep, woke up at slightly after 7:00 am, got up from the chair, told the coffee maker to start working, went to the washroom, didn’t quite die of fright when I saw the guy on the other side of the mirror –

— I went back to the chair with a nice thick blanket to protect me from the cat, who did come along and climb onto my lap. 25 pound ‘Moe’ – working on trying to be a 30 pound cat, nestled in and purred as long as I kept patting him or rubbing his cheek bones- I fell asleep and had some intense and quick dreams.

— Aware of the weight in my arms as I fell asleep cradling Moe – I dreamed I was carrying a human baby around – the baby had a plastic extension where part of his pinky finger had been amputated, or was somehow missing. It looked like a piece of macaroni. Somebody – a female voice – told me, “I almost picked him up myself, but with all the amputations and other problems in his system, I got thoroughly ‘creeped out’. — Then I dreamed I saw a guy who was preparing a Hallowe’en costume, who was wrapping his arm in a sheet of plastic that was painted red to look bloody, while he would be carrying a plastic meat cleaver in his other hand. When I looked at him closely, I got a ‘something’s wrong with this’ feeling, and asked him, “Do you really want to harm yourself?” he looked serious, shrugged and nodded. I asked, “Is this serious? How serious are you?” He looked like he was in spiritual pain as he winced and said, “very serious-” — I asked, “What can I do? – Should I take you right to the hospital and get you some help?” — And that’s when I woke up with Moe deciding it was time to scramble off me and go find trouble to get into somewhere else. This was about 19 minutes after 7 am. I felt weak and dazed and got up and stumbled down the hall to see if Cathi was going to get up on time or had she fallen back to sleep? – She was getting up and I blurted out some of the details of my creepy dreams.

— In Real Life: The dog wanted out, The cat wanted treats. I dealt with both of them and shortly after Cathi went outside I managed to close the bedroom door and climb back into bed and became quickly comatose.

— More Real Life: I woke up at about 11:11 am and went, “Yipes! I almost forgot to feed the pets.” The pets were relieved and let me know they weren’t impressed.

— I managed to get back into the bedroom, close the door and fell safely into a deep sleep.

—***  Back in the very busy dream stream today: ***

— I connected with multiple dream streams, here are some details from the last few:

— I was showing a group of women friends around a city I thought might be New Haven, Connecticut. – One of them, my friend in this current life, who lives with her spouse in Vermont, stayed for the night in my apartment’s spare room.

— I was showing the whole group of Lyn and her friends how the the audio and audio-video recording and editing equipment and software worked.

— Then I was communicating with another woman, remotely, who was developing an upgrade to the Audio-Video editing software- She was able to connect with my computer and could see how I arranged everything in the program’s windows as she talked me through setting everything up in her beta test version. She asked me where I liked to keep the video streaming window and how I liked to set up the various streams below that, which colours the streams should be so the most important caught and held my attention the best. She also noted that I like to keep all this, the  video window and the tracking graphs for video levels and various sound channels – on the left in one large related panel with a vertical window on the right with all the various controls as closely related to the channels they were controlling as possible. She said she appreciated my efforts because she didn’t get much of a chance to know what her end users wanted and appreciated the most –

— I went to dinner with my friend Lyn and several of her friends, we went to a restaurant with a second story open air balcony, overlooking a nice suburban area with lots of trees and gardens and interesting lines of curving roads and hills and streams-

— Lyn’s friends went their separate ways and she came ‘home’ with me, we paused to look at the river across the street from my apartment building, which had once been a movie theatre – the river had long ago carved a pretty deep gorge out of solid rock -the river’s surface was probably fifty to seventy five feet down inside the gorge, which had interestingly carved and sculpted features- but at that time of day, the sun was reflecting on the surface of the river so brightly we were nearly blinded.

— Next morning, Lyn’s up and getting ready to go back to her home – looking for things to pack and trying to make sure she’s got everything. — I picked up a soft brown fleece jacket  with sections made to look like a vest over a sweatshirt, with slightly different, but complimentary shades of brown – the vest part was lighter than the darker, almost rust coloured sections of the jacket. The jacket had a hood which was lighter than the dark part, but half a shade darker than the vest? – I asked her if that jacket was hers. She thanked me – said it was almost identical to a favourite jacket of hers that she lost somewhere, and she was afraid she’d left this replacement jacket somewhere in our various travels the day before. I said, nope- I found it on the back of a chair in the kitchen, and I knew it was yours because of the patterns on the shoulders – which looked like an abstract arrangement of subtle flowers with most of the colours in the brown area with hints of orange and yellow and more subtle hints of red.

— We went outside and there were a lot of people staring at the river across the street, including a lot of grade school aged children, mostly boys. The sky was very grey, it was windy, the river had risen  almost to the top of the gorge and was raging, some water was splashing up onto a ledge that might have been five feet from the nearly flat top of the rock out there, on the other side of the highway. I turned to Lyn and said, “We better get out of here-” She nodded.

— On our way back to my apartment, which was the last door on the right of that building, one of the young boys pointed to the next door to the left of mine and said, “That looks like it used to be a ticket window.” A woman who was probably in her forties or fifties, opened that door, said, “Yes it was, this building used to be a movie theatre.” And I smiled and said, “And my door used to lead to the owner’s office-“

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— When I woke up I felt disoriented and so strange that I thought I better check with Starfire Tor’s pages and see if she’s told us anything about weird solar storms and/or geo-magnetic storms on earth creating weird dreams and stuff like that lately.

— Um – shrug? ( I shrugged- )

~~~~~ Jim