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This Morning’s Dream

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— 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?

————— Jim

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Thursday, November 13th, 2014.

Cathi was home sick for the second day in a row. I had felt progressively more and more lousy since last night. I had given up sleeping. My muscles were aching and burning, I couldn’t get comfortable.

So I got up around 6:30 am and tried to blog, couldn’t. Didn’t just feel lousy in the physical sense, I had pins and needles in my head and couldn’t concentrate.

About mid afternoon, I tried again, went and laid down, said a couple prayers, tried to relax tension that kept finding new ways to sneak up on me.

But I finally did fall asleep. And had a couple dreams in a short time.

The most vivid sequence: I dreamed I was in a bed and there was a doorway to another room at the foot of that bed and a window in the room beyond the doorway.

I heard something and raised my head to see a black shadow form of a human being. I thought it was a man or a male, by the shape of the shadow’s head, no long hair shadow. Also it looked like a solid shadow, a three dimensional one.

I drifted away from that dream and came back and told the shadow to go away, it wasn’t supposed to be here. And I started waking up, or at least dreaming I was waking up, hovering between states in a place that wasn’t quite ‘here’.

It took a while, but a child’s voice came into focus. At least it sounded like a child’s voice, a boy’s. It sounded young, kind of high pitched, childlike, and it sounded like I was listening to it through a watery filter.

He said, “I was born here- you sound like you have an accent-”

I knew he was waiting for a reply, I told him, “Yes, I was born in the U.S.A. and moved here several years ago.” And I went on to tell him that he shouldn’t stay in this world, if he was stuck he could go to the light.

I told him what the most reliable source on ghostly phenomena that I know told me, I died in a car crash in 1934 and ‘haunted’ Chicago for four years, but I made it and if he tried, he could travel back in time and check that out and see what happened. If I’m back here, he could safely go to the ‘other side’ and come back, I think- pretty much any time he wanted to.

I felt like he was pretty happy about that. And while I was writing this here, I felt like he was reading ‘over my shoulder’ and approved, and was happy that I was telling his story.

Cathi has done more research on geneology stuff than I have, and she knew how to follow the family name of people who lived in this house before we did.

She thinks that two owners ago the guy who lived here was pre-deceased by a son. When I told her about the dream/contact with the young male person she wondered if that was him.

If it was, I hope he is not stuck here, trapped either by fear or some sort of dogma or lack of understanding, or a belief that that’s what happen when people die, you stay here-

I felt pretty darned good after that, like the angelic help I was trying to call on in the background while I was talking to the young person came through, helped the boy and came back to tell me he’d moved on, might be back again, but is not stuck here. Somebody communicated with positive emotion.

That was the best I felt in a couple days.

—Hope I’m not coming down with anything—

—thanks,

~~~~~Jim

Thursday, 30 October, 2014 – Bits of two dreams:

Thursday, October 30, 2014 –

1st dream- Something about living in boats. All I remember is telling somebody that I dreamed something about living in boats. Might have said that in a dream or between dreams, waking up or slipping back into dreamland.

2nd dream – Caravan going cross country. people settling down for the night in open fields of very tall grass- Talking about some poor kid whose view of reality had been shattered by two things, the 2nd being seeing a predatory dinasaur in the woods. I wondered if we should be closer to the rest of the campers and someone who reminded me of my mother said she had a better feeling about sleeping in the spot where she was. I think the moon was high in the sky.

~~~~~Jim

Daily Dribble #002:

When Cathi went to work, before 8 am this morning, she let the dog in the room, and left the door open when she left.

So Moe got in too.

Moe stepped on my chest, on the sore spot. Felt like he broke my rib and forced sharp bits deeper into my heart or lungs. Whatever- it was a piercing, burning pain- I shrieked, and cried and crying hurt worse and Moe jumped down and ran out of the room. So then the dog walked over to me, eating something crunchy, for which he seemed to be proud of himself, When he exhaled, inches from my nose, I realized he was chewing on a nice, crunchy and very stinky cat poop. Trying to breath anything but cat poop breath caused me more pain, I shrieked at the dog and he ran out of the room after Moe.

—Gaaaaa!

~~~~~Jim

Daily Dribbles – #001

Wednesday, October 29, 2014 -( 16°C / 61°F — Still grey and threatening at 2:20 pm in Atlantic Canada )-

Daily Dribble Number One:

I probably did dream last night, and/or early this morning. I don’t remember any of it. So it may have not been very memorable, or reality may have intervened too quickly on me and wiped out potentially valuable stuff I might have learned while wandering around in dreamland.

I slipped after jumping down from a stone wall the other day and landed on my left side. I thought I heard a rib crack, but no- that was a very loud sound made by a pen hitting the ground while my senses were all amplified by the terror of feeling my feet fly out from under me as the gravel driveway came up and punched me in the ribs. Since this now quite spectacular landing, I’ve had to learn to be extremely mindful of my posture as I’ve attempted to change position in bed, get up- or move— get up or move from anything: from a chair, from the bed, from the toilet- step out of a vehicle, climb into a vehicle. Any ‘usual’ move lately can be extremely painful- Last night I discover that it isn’t too bright for me to attempt to move an easily moved couch after the dog dropped something he treasures behind it. Pulling the couch out away from the wall was no problem, but after retrieving the dog’s treasure, for which he was the picture of gratitude, pushing the couch back toward the wall brought up enough pain to make me think I could recoil, loses my balance, fall on my face, or land wrong and bruise another rib if I tried that again. My right shoulder and the right side of my neck has also been a source, or ‘sources’ of pain. My shoulder feels like it’s slightly out of whack, like my arm bone was jarred slightly out of the socket when I landed on my left side on the gravel in the driveway. Every once in a while I almost get the shoulder back into place. Every once in a while I feel like my latest attempt to get my shoulder back into place has resulted in my complete loss of control of my arm and enough pain to almost knock me unconscious. Some of these adjustment moves relieve my neck pain for long happy moments. I have actually gone hours without feeling any neck pain. Sometimes a self-help adjustment relieves my neck pain and causes my bruised rib to complain. So I twist my head, neck, upper body, or all of the above slightly and sometimes that has positive results and sometimes it doesn’t. Coughing is really scary these last couple days.

I am reminded of my uncle, Bruce, telling my cousin, Glenn, in a conversation about arthritis and aging, “Just wait, it gets better-” — which he stressed just right to convey the idea that it will get worse, much worse—

Here endeth today’s rant, file this under, “Life’s little, ‘not so pleasant’, surprises.” 😉

~~~~~Jim

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

Family Reunion Dream

Monday, October 13, 2014 — Thanksgiving Day in Canada, Scarf’s Birthday in Ithaca —

I dreamed a lot of family members were at a family reunion that lasted several days at a house I didn’t recognize. I dreamed I slept in a couple different beds while I was there. One time I woke up our current orange cat, Moe, had gotten into some oil, had very black messy oil all over his head and back, and he wasn’t saying anything, Wasn’t meowing or complaining about anything, and when he opened his mouth he was all black inside his mouth, his jaws, his gums, roof of his mouth, tongue and his teeth. I was hoping he’d let me clean him up before something really bad happened.

Then we were listening to my father talking on and on about what he’d been up to, and I realized I had slept at least one night in his bed and that felt creepy. And then I was out in the woods somewhere, following tracks and roads that were mostly very rudimentary, two parallel tire tracks through fields and stuff. I found my father’s house, it looked like a modular unit, kind of like a glorified mobile home with a garage attached. I think the house was brown. Somebody told me that it sounded like my father was making progress in taking control of his life, avoiding some people who weren’t exactly good for him and deciding for himself who he would see and who he would hang out with. I started to follow this person back to the reunion, but it felt to me like he was following another path off away from the reunion.

Then I was back at the reunion between my cousin Glenn and his mother, Aunt Phyllis, catching up with them – they both ‘passed over’ Phyllis before 1990, I think, Glenn in 2001? soon after his 50th birthday. And my cousin, Sue, who moved to Arizona several years ago and dropped out of touch with just about everybody, who had a special closeness with Glenn, said, “Sometimes I can smell him, like I know he’s in the room with me.” And I told her that any time she thinks of him he can tell and be right there with her. She wasn’t very comfortable with that.

Then we were making plans to leave the reunion and I checked with my mother to see if I was getting a ride home with her -she doesn’t drive- she said no, the woman who was giving her a ride had plans to stop off and see how her children were doing and there wasn’t room in her car for me. I asked how I was supposed to get home, mom said, ‘Safely’.

Then I was walking through a city apartment house and heard a chain saw or something, saw kids around the age of 6 to 8 getting out of the way as somebody on a dirt bike came charging down a flight of stairs and headed for the door, revving his engine. But then the dirt bike rider stopped and parked the bike, inside the door, off to the left. He was probably between 12 and 15 years old.

Then I woke up. I got the feeling that the person who explained that my father was making progress had been an angel.

~~~~~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

Dream Contact With Living Relatives?

Saturday, September 13th, 2014 –

I had a long, involved series of dreams in which my recently deceased cousin, Tommy, might have been showing me around his ‘neck of the woods’ in the afterlife.

And then I had a talk with his mother – and that talk went more smoothly in dream land than I imagined it might have down here in the smoke and GMO-poisoned ‘Real-World’.

It definitely felt like my aunt that I was talking to / in contact with. I don’t think I’m going to ask her directly if she dreamed about me last night-

~~~~~Jim

Monday, September 8, 2014-

Monday, September 8th, 2014 -( 17°C / 63°F Clear & Sunny at 1:30 pm )-

Yes, I dreamed last night. No, I don’t remember right now what I dreamed. This is another case of I thought I would remember, but Cathi woke me up and reminded me that Monday is garbage day, asked, was I going to get up or did I expect her to take out the garbage?

So I got up. And took out the garbage, and fed the critters, and wrote the morning’s news headlines in 4 blogs, and had to go crazy looking for two passwords, and here I am-

—Well, there I almost was- I got distracted, cut a couple boards put together another duct tape and hangar wire shelf, glanced at this monitor, and, “oops” So Let me finish this and publish it.

———sigh, it is now 4:03 pm in the same time zone I started today in, I think-

——— Later —— I did remember something as I was climbing up and down stairs, cutting wood and building bookcases in my real life. I was talking to somebody, I think it was Kyle, my ex next door neighbor, and I had been somewhere for several hours and looked up in the sky and saw the huge full moon I’d seen just after it had risen, while I had been awake, but I didn’t realize I was dreaming at this point. I thought it was strange that the moon was still in the spot I had seen it, several hours earlier. This would be a major “Yikes! Run for cover-” event if I had been awake with all my usual senses———

~~~~~Jim