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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

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

Family Reunions and Odd Conversations

Sunday, September 7, 2014, Chrissie Hynde’s and Joan -née Young-‘s Birthday.

Last night, after Doctor Who- I was sitting on the bed, and never realized I’d fallen asleep until what sounded and felt like somebody whispered in my left ear. There was a warm sensation, nothing scary at all. I drifted off again a while later and woke up hearing somebody say “Wee-Oh!” but not right into my ear. That did not feel strange or threatening either.

I then spent an unusual full night in bed, I think I got up once or twice to visit the washroom, and I remembered details of one dream all day, they’re still with me-

I dreamed I brought somebody to a family reunion. This wasn’t Cathi, I felt like this was a young person, I have no idea what my relationship with her might have been, but I was talking with one of my aunts and, referring to the young woman, said, “She’s feeling like she’s not being accepted here-” and my aunt said, “Bringing a knife with her wasn’t such a good idea, then, was it?” And then I was walking toward a house, as if we had been outside for a picnic and were walking up a wide walk way to a large formal looking home- My brother stepped up beside me and laughingly said, “Well, hello stranger-” seemed happy to see me, but he then pretended to chew on two of my fingers.

—shrug– (I doubt that there might be any deep meaningful significance here- )

~~~~~Jim

March Breaking

Saturday, March 16, 2013 // -9˚C / +16˚F @ Noon

—There was one day recently when I woke up remembering about ten dreams I’d had that night.

—The next day, or the day after the next, I had a dream that told me we’d had a time shift in 1973 and this planet had begun the process of splitting our dimension into two separate dimensions. Mostly positive people (Or positive above a certain level with a prerequisite level of understanding and/or evolutionary experience???) would drift into the positive dimension and mostly negative and/or selfish, manipulative, controlling, evil people and almost positive people who had cartloads of bad karma or were afraid to move to the positive dimension… would fall into the darker dimension.

—The process of splitting into those two groups had begun in 1973 (according to the dream… which had a narator I guessed was an angel or arch-angelic type) and the two groups would co-exist for a certain period of time and then the groups would begin to lose sight of each other, stop thinking about members of the other group, lose touch and then  finally, the break would come and a barrier between the two dimensions would seal.  Life would immediately begin to get better for everyone in the higher dimension and much worse for everybody in the lower dimension. Loving, sharing people would find abundance and increased understanding, and suddenly realize they had more psychic connections and/or ‘abilities’. Bitter, selfish, nasty, mean, controlling, manipulative people would find themselves involved in wars that would destroy their economies, destroy their food crops, destroy their infrastructure and plunge them back into a dark age, or more like the stone ages.

—There were people in that dream that were definitely my friends from this life, who are still alive now, who acted in very positive ways in the dream that the selfish, controlling crowd would try to claim were ‘immoral’/ evil / illegal etc. But the angels & arch-angels who were monitoring this whole process had a very different perspective and were protecting these good people and making their sometimes fragile self images immune to the evil, devastating, undermining propaganda of the ‘dark and selfish’ ones.

I started writing that story, or the story from that dream, and strangely enough, I have felt both energized and ‘attacked’ by nightmares and weird fleeting illnesses and infections. I could easily believe that the dark selfish powers are onto me, do not want me to write that story and are trying to make it impossible for me to do so- But the good guys are still here, encouraging me- assuring me that the diseases and conditions are very temporary and while the bad guys would know something was up if the good guys shielded me completely from these attacks and step up their efforts immediately… the good guys had me covered and wanted me to know that a little bit of discomfort now would be seen to be much more than ‘worth it’, in a fairly short time. World news in the past couple months looks like the baddies are making a desperate last ditch effort to control the planet, the media and everything else.

—So I’ll live with this arthritis and feeling like I’m constantly on the verge of being down for the count with a nasty flu or some worse condition, and probably keep plugging away.

—The last uncomfortable message that came through was along the lines of “The shadow government now knows every word you text, tweet, type, speak or blog…”

—So I think I just committed to taking my day dreams off line in computers that do not have blue tooth / wifi capabilities.

——— Have a nice life….

————— Jim ~~~~~

 

 

 

Thursday, December 6, 2012

8:41 am

Dreamed I was in Los Angeles, California, being handed the keys to an apartment or town house #92 (A woman handed me the keys) I discovered that 92 was the street address as well as their unit number. Then I was eating something outdoors at a picnic table with my uncle Tom sitting beside me (behind me as I was sitting sideways at the table). [I think he passed away about 5 years ago] I asked him how long he’d been sitting there and wondered if he remembered me, or had moved on to another life with a completely blank memory of the past. I became distracted by the sound of thunder & thought I should move indoors, I also thought about taking a digital photo of myself with Los Angeles palm trees in the background. And I wondered if I should try to contact friends who live in San Diego while I was there.

~~~~~Jim

Game Building Characters

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:

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

Drought Relief

Web Cam Rain Storm
Rain Storm (Web Cam) 3:30 pm (ish) August 05, 2012.

Sunday Afternoon. August 5, 2012. 31˚C / 88˚F At the airport in Ottawa (where it probably isn’t raining yet)

But anyway. After ‘they’ promised rain almost every day for the past couple weeks. We finally got some. (We did get some about a week ago Monday, I think.)

And the cat’s complaining. (of course)

~~~~~Admin