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Several Wild and Crazy Dreams

Wednesday, August 19th, 2015 -(30˚C / 86˚F — Clear and very Sauna-Like out there @ 3:20 pm on my old ex-neighbor, Bill Clinton’s Birthday, here in Atlantic Canada )-

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— I fell asleep with the CBC News Network’s 24 hour news channel on the television, pets jumping up onto me and being their ‘usual’ strange selves, digging their claws into my chest and rubbing their heads against me, like they were very anxious about something – And I dreamed some fanatical ethnic cleansing group was targeting anybody they suspected of being, to quote Peter Gabriel, “Not One Of Us” and I was trying to get possible victims, including my own family members, out of town before the fanatics came along and butchered everybody.

— Then I woke up and turned the television off, shuddered and went back to sleep, slept ‘fitfully’ with a worried dog whining in my ear to wake me up a couple time, like he knew I was being attacked by weird dreams. They weren’t quite nightmares, I didn’t think I needed my heavy duty spiritual help to clear them away, I never quite woke up enough to realize I probably should have contacted my ‘Major Guardian Angels’.

— Yup, I had several weird dreams, did not feel like anything malevolent was attacking me with violent images or feelings of vulnerability or anything –

— And one dream that sticks out. My wild and crazy ‘Amor Fou’ has a sister whose got a ‘cement consciousness’ — “All mixed up and permanently set” <— Credit that quote to my favorite silly tea bag lines from the seventies. Anyway – the love of my life’s sister popped into a dream. We were in a car or more like a multi passenger van in the Connecticut town I grew up in, across the street from the house I lived in for most of that life. I was probably in the back-most seat, Cathi was beside me, Jassper was whining in my ear, sitting on the seat next to me, me in the middle. Cathi’s sister turned around from the driver’s side, in the middle seat. I couldn’t see who was driving. Cathi’s sister has been anything but reasonable to me and Cathi has apologized for subjecting me to her sister’s nasty jibes and nastier looks since I got here. But in this dream her sister was reasonable, apologetic, even acted like she admired my ‘talent’ as a writer as she turned around, and handed me a journal I had written, which I immediately thought the woman had stolen to read through to try to find fuel for her attacks, -to find anything she could use against me in her crazy attempts to convince the world that she’s been right all along and I am the right hand of the devil, here to steal Cathi away, murder her off in the wilds and hand her soul to the devil for eternal torment in the worst sections of hell below us. But no, Cathi’s sister smiled at me and said, “I read this, it’s really good-” and continued smiling like she meant it. Even in the dream I was shocked.

— When I woke up I had whining cats and dogs to deal with and then had to run to the washroom myself, and I almost forgot that dream. Then I wondered if something majorly traumatic happened to Cathi’s sister and she was trying to undo a number of bad karmic choices she’d made and actions she’d incurred so she could enter heaven with a clear conscience.

— I don’t know. Should I worry?

~~~~~ Jim, [ who discovered that – yes – Jassper did connect this blog to his facebook and twitter accounts, hmmmm- ] 

-Had a conversation with my sister-

Tuesday, August 18th, 2015 -( 25˚C / 77˚F — Dark & still too hot @ 9:22 pm in Atlantic Canada )-

— Yeah, the only thing I can remember right now is that I was sitting at a table, talking to my sister, Diane, [ she died in March of 2007 ] – We were having a rather normal conversation. And then I remembered that she’d died.

— I woke up with a hundred and twenty five pound dog prodding me, trying to tell me that if I didn’t stop neglecting the dog and feed him more that any human should reasonably feed a dog, bad things might happen to me. I could be squashed, bones could be broken, sharp claws might slash and rip my flesh. He might yelp and hurt my ears-

— So I got up and fed the dog, and fed the cat, and tried to get back to sleep – And only remembered the dream when ‘effbook’ was hogging memory on my laptop and as I was trying to shut pages down, effbook was trying to convince me to click on profiles of my sister’s daughter’s effbook friends.

 

— I wish I could remember what we were talking about —

— ehhhh –

~~~~~ Jim ( I think Jassper has this linking to his effbook page and twitter account – Clever…. )

 

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

Caressed by a Buffalo (?)

7:12 am Wednesday, the 14th of June, 2013. 6°C / 42°F here, West of Ottawa, (Not quite the dark side of the moon….)

—Dreamed I was a passenger in a vehicle that was being driven by a woman. We were driving in a rural setting and the driver was upset about another woman who had built a fence close to the road and complained about everybody who drove near her new fence.

My driver drove close to the fence and stopped, she’d caught her sleeve on the fence. I got out with my pocket knife and cut the fence away. The woman and the vehicle drove away leaving me to face the angry woman.

I shrugged and said, “I don’t know what this is all about, but I had to cut your fence and I’ll make it up to you.”

The woman, maybe a child of hers or two, and I went to look at her fence and couldn’t find the cut I had just made.

Then I turned around and saw a honking huge Buffalo. (brown one, not white) His or her head was at least 8 feet tall. Quite imposing. I walked up to it and patted its neck. It happily rubbed its head against mine like a cat does.

—that’s it. weird enough?

—I’m sure my dream interpreting friends can have a field day with this one.

~~~~~Jim

((( & the love of my life replied in two messages like this:
Cathi Harris commented on your status.

(1) Cathi wrote: “Hmm…need to check my spirit animal totem thing, buffalos are a powerful image”

(2) Cathi Harris commented on your status.

Cathi wrote: “When a Buffalo appears in your life, it means you are in the process of manifesting a wish or goal, don’t get angry or impatient and “force the issue” know that your determination to make it will meet with success. The Buffalo teaches us to stay grounded and reminds us that when we are on the right path it is an easy one to follow.”)))

The Move is On

Sunday, June 2nd, 2013.  22˚C / 70˚F in the Ottawa area (from two different sources) (It’s nowhere near as Muggy  as yesterday here—)

A young boy thought I looked like Gandalf in “The Hobbit” yesterday. Last March a slightly drunk young man called out to his friends, “Hey look, it’s Dumbledoor!”

(Ouch, my neck-)

So, we didn’t know for sure until Wednesday whether we would actually be moving or not. Cathi had a job offer, & the Department of Fisheries and Oceans up here is hurting for people with her knowledge and expertise, && they wanted her there by New Years day. Um, it took them until most of the way through May to get the actual job offer in her hands and wanted us to move about a thousand miles and be ready for her to start by like, tomorrow? And then a mix up in the details of how they were going to help us move had Cathi ready to flip them the bird and call out something like, “In your dreams, Ice Holes!” But the guy who knew what he was doing, unlike most guys who know what they’re doing, was at the top of their food chain and he diplomatically whacked the person on the wrist who had told Cathi that she wasn’t going to get much help getting there.

We had a Real Estate friend come over with a chain saw and a branch pruning pole and, in yesterday’s heat, cut back some bushes, loaded a bunch of shrub prunings onto his trailer and turned my forehead red from exposure to sunlight, (I didn’t blush it this colour.)

No- we don’t live in igloos up here year round. Yes, Canadians with European colouration do get sunburns when we’re halfway to the North Pole.

———And, man, do I have a lot of dreams to tell you about. (If it’s tomorrow there are probably several of those dreams either above this message or pr-dated to get them below, closer to where they actually happened.)

——— (Busy up North),

~~~~~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 ~~~~~

 

 

 

Recent Dreams

I’ve been having conversations with relatives and friends and then, while waking up, realize they left the land of the living a while back.

Friends: Larry popped up a couple times and we were talking with friends who are still living (Samm).

Cousin Glenn drops by quite often. Uncle Tom has been around, but not as often as Glenn. My sister Diane shows up in spurts,  like she’s busy on the other side and then wants to see how we’re doing back here.

Recently, I had a dream that a policeman was talking to me and seemed almost shocked that I would be relaxed while talking to a uniformed policeman. I told him my father was a fireman and I grew up around people in uniforms.

Another slightly odd situation recently, I seemed to have walked into a group of very diverse men (don’t remember any women being there, wherever it was) all of them said they were Jewish and were challenging me to be able to identify them by their facial features. (some with beards, some without, some redheads, blond guys… Some looked Irish, some looked like vikings…) while waking up I was wondering why they were so concerned about whether I could guess they were Jewish by their looks.

—Um, that’s all for now-

~~~~~Jim

 

Busy Day Dreaming

Monday, February 11, 2013 (Numerologically a “1” Day)

Lotsa dreams to report.

1) Dreamed I was looking at a house that I thought we had just moved into. I went back outside and saw a tractor trailer parked along the back side of the house. (which could mean that we’d bought a prefab modular home- There’s a company in Quebec that manufactures them, Belaire I think, I’ll look up the name later.) anyway, Feeling that this was out next home, I walked to the street side of the home and tried to get a look at the house number, which was on a black iron pole out front, like a light pole or something. I couldn’t see the number from where I stood and tried to rise up to see it. When I couldn’t rise up I said, “This is a dream, I should be able to fly up and see the number-” I floated up and saw it “345” – first actual lucid dream that I could interfere with the physics inside the dream (either I can fly or I can’t, I haven’t been able to change the rules inside any particular dream)

2) I had angered some kind of dark cosmic force which tried to show me who’s boss by pulling me off this planet and throwing me into space. I saw the solar system, and then the Milky Way Galaxy zooming away from me- And then I saw many more galaxies lined up and zooming away like crazy. many of them started to look like archipeligo islands brown rocky islands with lagoons and those circular reef barriers around them. I changed directions and zoomed forward to look at several of them. I was surprised that an awful lot of them had human life and they looked like us. I wondered if these were parallel worlds, and then I was riding a train or a bus, looking out the window, I asked a female companion what she saw- (at first I thought this was Cathi, I thought she had been taking this journey with me) and for instance, I saw a smallish ram running alongside. She said she saw a dog, I told her I saw the ram.

The train or bus stopped and we got out. We went into something that looked like a shopping mall and went into a crowded ice cream shop that reminded me of the ‘Friendlies’ chain in New England. She had a sample scoop of vanilla ice cream before we found a seat and I asked her where she got that, she said she’d lifted if from a counter. we sat down at a not very conventional seat and a waitress was right there, I said I wanted a sample sized vanilla. somebody said ‘good choice’ The waitress almost left, I was looking at a sculpted Ice cream creation, part of which resembled a lizard sculpted of yellow ice cream with brown streaks, I thought it was banana flavored with chocolate or fudge streaks. I told the waitress I wanted some kind of banana sundae. Then I asked her if she took Canadian money. She said I was a long way from home and asked to see my implant. She looked at my wrist and no implant. The waitress said, “You’re in trouble!” My Companion, said, “I’m taking care of him” and showed her implant. then continued, “He likes to joke like that, I keep telling him not to-”

3) Somewhere between Vermont and the next world, next life- My sister Diane was there. Cathi was there, My sister Sharon was there, and other family members and friends from this life. Somebody had rented an ‘office’ that I feared cost too much for us to support or keep going- I figured I better get going and record my first radio program, thought I’d start with an intro from Genesis (I can feel it, coming in the air tonight….) heard that perfectly- and began to plan to move on and thought I might include the interview I had with author Geneve Blue about her book, “I Ching Jukebox” a couple years ago- ((the interview is saved on the indigostarcrystalradio dot info website, I believe you can listen to it if you go there.

—–Wow. Cathi and I had a session with a friend of ours up here (Gordon Olmstead) who is quite sensitive and is branching out to include Akashik Record reading and clearing sessions over skype. He wanted to try it on us before he started advertising this service. It was fantastic. After the session I saw a lot of interesting ghosts (I can’t quite call them an apparition because I didn’t recognize anybody) but several of them were like peeking around corners at us and quickly vanishing. My vivid dream cycle seems to have kicked itself up several notches and today was off the charts. One of the things Gordon told me during the session was he thought he was clearing something at my third eye chackra that would increase my clairvoyant talents or activities. hmmmm- looks like he was right.

—wow

~~~~~Jim