Dream Jernil

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Saturday, September 15, 2012:

A 73 year old woman scientist was turned down for a space mission that she had been working on for most of her life.

So she secretly checked into a facility where she lived in a self contained space suit, confined to an area smaller than the space capsule/ship she would have ridden in.

She was constantly monitored by a team of doctors and scientists through sensors in her suit and the only contact she had with the outside world for 3 years was virtual, through a lap top computer with a special oversized keyboard to facilitate her space suit’s gloves.

Then she held a press conference with her doctors and other researchers and let everyone know she had several back up copies of all the readings and video of every moment of those 3 years.

— I felt like this had to be a woman I knew in a previous life or something and wondered if I was witnessing an event that was happening or had happened in a parallel dimension or another time or something.

~~~~~Jim

Wednesday, September 12, 2012:

Wednesday, September 12, 2012.

Lotsa Dreams.

The sequence that sticks in my memory is our friend Shelley and her daughter Jen wearing very striking dresses.

Shelley looked like she was wearing a wedding dress that was shaped to look like a kid’s drawing of a Christmas tree only very white. There was a thin outside layer of sheer material (I am not really good at knowing what fashion is all about, don’t know the terms to use to describe anything). Inside the sheer outside thing was at least an inch thick of gauzy material with flecks of silvery, star like bits that caught light like diamonds and shined like she was a walking star field. There was a very white satin layer under the gauzy star field, but you had to really look to see it. (Bad me- I kind of gasped and gazed through the dress to see if it was totally see-through… oops.) Needless to say, she was radiant.

Her daughter, Jen, was wearing a blue version of this dress, that did not go all the way to the floor, like her mother’s dress did.

I then heard a voice that said, They wore these for Hallowe’en and wore major prizes for their undead zombie make up, which was so realistic the network news that recorded the competition refused to show the close-ups they shot on television.

—And I thought maybe it meant that she was going to have a wonderful happy wedding soon-

~~~~~Jim

Doctor Who Dream

Tuesday, September 11, 2012.

Dr Who like dream: The Tardis lands somewhere. The Doctor and companions open the door, look outside and smile, then walk outside.

A bunch of kids come running (some of the companions and the doctor ‘hallucinate’ seeing the same kids three times, in three different types of clothing.) The running kids are afraid of something and hide behind trees and rocks, and behind the tardis.

A desperate man runs into the tardis (times three) and a really angry man chases him inside and, in a rage, fires a gun, swings an axe and fires a crossbow. The bullet, axe, or bolt pierces something and some kind of weird whovian radiation escapes.

It looks like the congruent reality three parallel worlds are fractured and try to come back together. Pieces of three different versions of the same people, Doctor, Companions and kids (and dogs and cats) (and attacker and victim) were fractured and tried to come back together with interesting effects. You can stand in one spot and turn slightly, see different versions of the same person. eg.: one kid is wearing a yellow jacket. You look at him from a slightly different angle and the jacket is orange. From a third angle, the jacket is green.

There’s a dog that came apart and came back together with two bums and no head and goes running in circles. Another version has two heads and no posterior. They can’t find the third version.

Some people are obviously evil/good/neutral. Others are confused and/or not so obvious.

Companion personalities are scrambled. Nobody is quite right. One version of the attacker is evil and the victim is innocent. Another version of the attacker is good and was defending himself. The final version of these two, ya can’t tell whether one or both of them are lying or both believe they are defending themselves. The one constant is a small girl screaming because her dog can’t live with two heads or two posteriors or he’s nowhere in sight and she’s afraid something killed him.

I think this Doctor was a combination of Peter Davison and David Tennant.

— I woke up before the Doctor had a chance to fix things, but he was working on it. 😉

~~~~~Jim

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Hi.

Dreamed earlier that I had a heavy dog climbing onto my lap. I was talking to somebody who’d gotten a call about ‘acting’ in a porno flick. The dog climbing onto my lap distracted me, so I don’t know how the porno guy dream went or ended.

Later, I had a dream similar to yesterday’s (Yesterday I dreamed I was ‘inheriting’ interactive maps tracking people, where they were, where their friends and enemies were, and where dangerous situations were likely to occur. Somebody told me that I had become a higher level guardian and these maps came with the territory.) Today I was dreaming in terms of maps and psychically uploading information from dreams onto usb key drives. The information looked like maps. ((I’ve been editing world maps, merging areas in an MMO Role Playing game world. So maybe the images are coming from there.))

~~~~~Jim

Game Building Characters

AaerToshaSeamlessEngrCropped — Tosha as an Ottarian (an Otter Person) Looks like I remember Mary Ellen Skawinski as a kid.

Friday, August 31, 2012. Hot and Muggy earlier in Arnprior (it’s 8:49 pm now)

Working on the game today, I got the Seamless Links (between areas) right. I also messed with one of the builder characters, (Tosha above) Shrunk her down to Ottarian size ((Ottarians, according to the mythology of the game, evolved from intelligent Otters.)) She’s more modest than some, and like the caption says, she looks like my friend’s daughter Mary Ellen as a kid (but she must have dyed her hair for this photo op… wink).

And, showing my step daughter (the University of Western Ontario Nursing Student) what I’ve done lately I explained how portals will be a big part of the world etc, and went and grabbed a vortex that will later be a portal. After just a little bit of tweaking the vortex’s colours I came up with this:

AaerAbsentiaVortexVolffeX600 — Volffe who looks more like a half elf than his last incarnation… standing by the vortex.

(Volffe was accidently erased when I clicked on a character generator link and when I tried to escape without saving the ‘oops’ character, Poor Volffe was oopsed into a snar looking character so I went back, grabbed a bard and messed with the standard bard character that popped up, made racial (Human –> moved part of the way to –> Elf) changes as well as clothing colourization etc. This guy looks better that the old Volffe did. Maybe too cute, but he is supposed to be a Bard….

~~~~~Admin/Jim

Too Close To Home

Sunday, August 19, 2012. (Bill Clinton’s Birthday?)

—A downsized young investigative reporter takes a job as a camera person/script supervisor on a low budget horror movie about a low budget crew filming a vampire movie in an area where the real vampires were not amused and were picking off the actors and crew members one at a time.

—The reporter begins to see parallels between the ‘fictional vampires’ and a powerful small town family who may be using a corrupt police force to help them get away with murder, killing off anybody who questions their authority. By the end of the movie the reporter begins to put larger puzzle pieces together and wonders if a larger conspiracy is at work, using ‘rogue military groups’ and ‘secret technology’ to create ‘local legends’ of hauntings etc. with the ultimate goal of total mind control.

——Also, last night, had a dream in which a wooden box was important. At one point the box was the size of a ‘coffee table’ picture book. Later on it was the size of a coffee table and I stood on it to fly up through the clouds toward outer space.

———Admin

More Weird Dreams

Saturday, August 18, 2012. (Today Might be a friend from the post office in Stratford’s Birthday.) 22˚C / 62˚F @ 7:34 pm somewhere in the real world.

—Keep reaching for the ‘golden ring’, Keep intending to meditate or dream solutions to real world problems.

—Still keeping track of dreams and they’re getting stranger.

—Friday, the 17th: After intense praying / concentrating, & a bit of yoga to relax my body while reaching for the sky, imploring God, Jesus, Gurus, Ascended Masters, Guides, Angels, Arch Angels, Entirely Positive Beings Aligned with the Light, Love, Understanding…. to guide my meditation and/or dreams into directions that bring me solutions to personal and universal crises that are plaguing my family, friends, and fellow humans … I felt like I was taking off and flying up through the sky as I was falling asleep (had a couple false starts, realized I was falling asleep, and that realization woke me up…) I blacked out, fell asleep, did not maintain awareness during the transition… —It felt like another dimension, looked just like this one, I was talking with a woman who was amazingly cute, had large brown eyes and wavy, dark brown hair. She turned her head and revealed that part of her head that I couldn’t see at first, was missing, the edges of her face were torn and the back of her head and neck on what would have been her right side had been blown away, or disintegrated. She was not a bloody mess. I woke up enough to realize I’d been dreaming and then settled back into a lucid episode where I knew I was dreaming, (later lost the “I know I’m dreaming-” awareness) And found the woman again. At first she seemed to be puzzled over the fact that her revealing herself as having been killed hadn’t scared me off. She became affectionate, flirtatious, and more than a bit of a tease. ( she was lying with her head on my lap, dressed in a sweater knit top that didn’t cover her entire rib cage (belly button showing) and short short jeans. She unzipped her shorts and brought my hand to her belly, began to slide it under her shorts, then said ‘no’ and sat up. She held my arms around her, kept control of my hands (her back against me, kept my hands away from her breasts and made sure they couldn’t stray toward her ‘ more private parts’) I got the distinct impression that I was ‘communicating’ with someone who had been murdered, possibly by a sexual predator. She hadn’t actually said anything to me. As i was waking up again, I wondered how dreaming something like this could possibly help me discover the solution to anybody’s problems on earth in real earth time. I didn’t recognize her, but I didn’t feel it strange that she would want to cuddle with me- I wondered if she was somebody I knew and loved in a previous life. Maybe I was helping her get over the fact that she’d been murdered, & get over the brutality of that murder?

—Saturday, August 18th: Again, fell asleep reaching for God, intending to receive guidance: “Krash Kadittle” (On the game development front….) I was talking to people in their basement bar about progress in developing my game world. I told them about a character named “Krash” who was a human race car driver. When I told them that the game software insisted I give him a last name at level 5 they turned their backs on me and walked away, apparently unimpressed. As I was waking up I was aware of a character who wants me to call him “Moe”. This character was watching me from the sky (a face barely visible in the sky) to see what I say about him. He wants to know what I say about him before he steps forward to tell me anything more. (He was not a feline character, though I have created a feline buccaneer looking character named Moe while building areas in the game that I really am building on line.)

———“Admin”

Dreamwalking

-11:58 pm Thursday, August 16, 2012.

———We’ve been anxious a lot lately. the love of my life has been worried about her bills and finances and the fact that her job is driving her nuts.

———We’ve been putting out the intention that our dreams would connect with angelic forces, Arch Angel Michael, guardian angels, pure light beings, God (HimSelf or HerSelf) and help us discover solutions to our predicaments.

———We have received some really amazing results. Some baffling, some amusing, some feeling like they weren’t delivered by purely selfless beings delivering messages from God.

———And I think I better start documenting them as soon after waking up as I can.

———Thursday Evening, August 16, 2012: (Place, upstairs in bed) (Length of sleep: 4 hours???)(Dream: I felt like I was transported to a future, or possibly a parallel dimension. I woke up a couple times and relaxed back into the dream. People have become almost immortal. When they approach death they can have replacement parts cloned, or they can have realistic bionic limbs to replace their damaged ones.

—The story line centred around someone who became acquainted with a healthy young man who liked camping and took people on guided camping trips. The older guy (who looked like someone in his thirties) went looking for his guide and found his mother who seemed to be strangely terrified about any questions about her son. The man stumbled on the guide later, but he looked sick. And shortly after finding the guide he tried to talk to him and the guide just vanished.

—So the guy started a serious search for the guide. He was blocked by nasty law enforcement officials. Thinking he had an old time conspiracy on his hands, the guy pressed on and finally found the guide again. The guide told him he had contracted “Lillith’s Disease” and told the man to back off and not look any deeper.

—People in this time line defeat death by uploading all their memories etc into a memory chip and having a clone body created, memory chip inserted and report to be the same person, same soul, with all previous memories intact. The person doing the investigation here had never gone that route. He had managed to revitalize his brain with a special diet, he’d had 3rd or 4th generation bionic limbs that felt and looked like normal biological limbs. His trunk and inner organs had all been finely tuned and were working fine.

—He accidentally met a time traveler. The time traveler was also researching this guide. After considerable arm twisting, the time traveler showed the investigator something like a video recording (which could record any actual occurrence anywhere in time) The time traveler showed the investigator an interview between the young guide and a nasty representative of a dark group that considered itself above the law and arranged ‘accidents’ and injected people with one of the few deadly diseases that still existed in this world at that time. (Injected or infected these people while they slept so no one ever knew how they got the diseases.) One of them had given the guide this “Lillith’s Disease” (I never learned anything about symptoms or anything other than the name and the fact that it was deadly.) And the guide had lived. The bad guys wanted to know how the guide lived, what caused his immunity. He was also immune to most of their ‘tricks’ and could teleport himself out of their custody. The bad guy who interviewed him in this video recording was posing as an underground resistance person and promised to help the guy avoid falling into the hands of the bad guys. He gave the guide a device that was imbedded under his skin and whenever the guide tapped it, he would alert the ‘good guys’ who would come to his aid. ((His ability to teleport was becoming less and less available to him.)) But- the guide became convinced that when he contacted the ‘good guys’ they teleported him out of danger and somehow activated the teleportation skills he was losing.

—In the interview he had told the undercover bad guy that he’d come down with this disease after eating some chicken salad. The bad guys kept managing to get samples of the guide’s blood and were able to track the disease’s progress. Remission and resurgence of the disease hit the guide at odd times with no reasonable causes that anyone could discover. The bad guys kept trying to find out what it was in the guide’s blood that fought the disease.

—The time traveler told the invesigator that all traces of both the guide and the disease had vanished and the bad guys had one by one come down with the diseases they were giving people and died (painfully in most cases). And the time traveler was trying to discover what had happened and was getting nowhere.

—The investigator, stunned, fell into a trance, saw the guide and two angelic beings reach out from a cloud of light and take his hand. He watched the world he knew move away quickly as if he was travelling up and away and saw the time traveler turn around and say, “Oh, now where the hell did you go?”

———I woke up.

—–Admin

How many Mondays can we have in a week?

Wednesday, August 8th, 2012. 15˚C/60˚F(?) @ 6:23 am. 🙂

-Garbage day here just outside of Ottawa.

Cathi and I had the time and opportunity to sit down and loose a bunch of beard the other day.

And this is what the web cam thinks I looked like with my beard shortened. (and coloured). (Cameras lie all the time) (they can be effected in subtle ways- even without photoshop) (this was not photoshopped).

Thinking of creative names for ‘real’ places. Like, the king of Snobovia called the new world “Exilia” but told the people he wanted to send there the new world was “Prosperia” and then some rebels broke off and formed the country “Riff-Raffia” while the Riff Raffians won a war and called themselves the Usations. ~~~eh, something like that.

But King Numbess III (named Dumbass III by his ‘loving subjects’….) had the secret map in a secret room where he played with himself gleefully while relishing the idea that he had sent everybody who was better looking and more intelligent than himself to Exilia. oh gaaaa- there’s more to it than that, but inventing stories like this gets me through the night.

~~~Sigh,

~~~~~Admin.