Friday, December 7, 2012

Another Dream

A boy (14 year old?) and his dog (about a 6 month old black Labrador Retriever) were walking in the woods. The dog was happily wagging his tail and the boy was brooding about being teased and called names at school, but enjoying the company of his loving dog.

They were approached by stealthy US Military troops, knocked down, knocked out and dragged into an underground facility.

The facility commander was showing off his latest super soldier technology to a higher officer. When the dog woke up (I think they were sprayed with some kind of gas that knocked them right out.) The dog was docile, greeted soldiers by wagging his tail and did not want to be taken away from his sleeping master. The dog also wagged his tail at a smaller dog who was in the next cage to the one he was brought to. The smaller dog whined and cried and the Lab tried to make friends and acted like he wanted to lick the smaller dog’s cheekbone (is that what you’d call it? muzzle?) The Lab was then given some kind of an injection that turned him aggressive, like in a full rage. When the smaller dog was let into the same cage with the Lab, the lab attacked and killed it.

The base commander told the General (?) that it works every time. Turns peaceful animals and people into killers. Who have no memory of what they’d done when the drug wears off.

They revive the boy, drag him to a cage next to his dog, strap him into a chair and give him an injection of the same drug. Immobilized, the boy prays and asks that Saint Francis help his poor puppy dog.

The drug seems to have the same effect on the boy who strains against the straps and growls. Then they open the door between the two cages. Panting and gritting his teeth the boy says, “Oh puppy dog, what have they done to you?”

The dog runs in, looking like he’s ready to tear the boy’s throat out.

The base commander grins.

The dog stops and rubs his chin against the boy.

The base commander gasps.

The boy sees a Native American spirit walk into the cage, stares at the spectre.

The straps fall away, the boy and dog follow the Native American through the bars, through the walls and they’re gone.

The General is not impressed, “Works every time? Where the [bleep] did they go?”

The base commander shakes his head, “We’ve done this dozens of times. It worked every single time.”

“You say they will have no memory of this?”

Base commander nods. They look at monitors and see thermal images of boy and dog still in the cage.

“They better not remember anything- If you can’t get them back under your control I’m going to have to throw you to the wolves, you know that-”

Commotion and then gun shots in the hall.

Soldiers, believing they’re being attacked by an escaped killer dog, shoot at it, bullets go right through the dog and hit each other (non life threatening injuries)

Boy and dog charge through door into General and commander’s room. Dog jumps at the commander, tears his throat out and leaps at the general. Soldiers charge into room, see dying commander all bloody on the floor and try to shoot the dog, kill the general.

Boy and dog charge through walls and doors and out into the woods.  They run like mad until they drop and wake up in the Native American guy’s camp.

The boy thinks he was poisoned by some bad water or something and had really nasty nightmares, is thankful his loving marshmallow of a dog kept him company.

~~~~~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

Dreaming All Day

Monday, October 1, 2012   10˚C / 50˚F at 11:59 pm.

Cathi’s first Monday home since her early retirement took effect. We listened to Coast to Coast AM all night and after Cathi went to bed I thought I’d try to sleep in the lounge chair.

I let the dog out of his over night crate and let the visiting cat out of the room he’s locked in all night (so our cat and he don’t fight all night) and then the dog kept making noises that kept me from falling asleep. I moved to the couch for a short time, with the dog lying beside me. I tried to doze off in this position, but no- the dog wouldn’t let me doze off, because he kept wanting me to scratch him somewhere else. After maybe half an hour, he gave up, jumped down to the floor and made himself comfortable there. I thought I’d take advantage of this and move back to the lounge chair. Nope. the dog got up and wagging his tail, let me know he wanted to go outside again.

So I  let the dog out and sat down on the lounge chair, almost dropped off to sleep when the dog made a noise that sounded like he was sneezing in my ear and then he scratched the door to say he wanted to come inside. I got up and let him in and settled back into the chair. He more or less left me alone. but it seemed like every time I almost dropped off into dream land, the dog made a little whine or snort in my ear (the ear away from him- like it was a psychic thing.)

So I went upstairs and quietly climbed into bed. And then took a couple hours to get to sleep as it felt like every spirit in town was talking to somebody somewhere and I was hearing all of them like they were in the room with me.

But when I finally did get to sleep, I had a string of dreams connecting with family and friends in unfamiliar landscapes, like they were living in parallel dimensions.

The only sequence I can remember right now, involved being at a house party somewhere and our friend Shelley stepped on a staple sticking up from the carpet. I offered to carry her somewhere so she wouldn’t have to step down with her bare foot again and she let me- I think we were wondering whether I should carry her to a car and drive her to the hospital or what when I woke up.

~~~~~Jim Admin

Saturday, September 29th

Saturday, September 29th, 2012  = 7˚C / 45˚F @ 7:30 am.

(( 10˚C / 50˚F @11:30 pm )).

It’s been a rough couple weeks, rough summer.

Today, with a couple hours of sleep and then falling in and out of sleep waiting for Cathi to be ready to attend the Wellness and Craft show at the Nick Smith Centre, we did get there and we did buy a couple Crystal things.

Cathi showing off her new Pendant and Earrings.

Cathi got a Jasper pendant with a citrine ball in front of it and citrine ear rings. (She also got  Lemurian Crystal and a pair of green calcite crystals.)

After we got home I conked out and had a constant stream of dreams flying at me, including one in which I was chanting with my eyes closed (felt like a first nations/Native American Chant) and hundreds of crows flew in two streams, one on either side of me from above my head in front of me down and past my head, continued zooming off behind me. In the dream I opened my eyes and said something like “Wow! Thanks!”, feeling like they were either protecting me or giving me a message or both.

(At one point in my life I did a Medicine Cards spread to see what kind of Animal Guides I might have. Crow guarded my way within. Crow is the law giver- (Unlike Raven, who is a trickster, and deals with Magic.) My way within has to go in accordance with Spiritual Law. No dark side short cuts for me. 🙂 )

—We have some new people to connect with, including one who does past life regressions. 🙂

~~~~~Jim

Saturday

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

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

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