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A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 11-29-2011
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7NZ04BG7TfA
Come on, come on, come on, come on
(Together) We will go our way
(Together) We will leave someday
(Together) Your hand in my hands
(Together) We will make our plans
(Together) We will fly so high
(Together) Tell all our friends goodbye
(Together) We will start life new
(Together) This is what we'll do
(Go West) Life is peaceful there
(Go West) In the open air
(Go West) Where the skies are blue
(Go West) This is what we're gonna do
(Go West, this is what we're gonna do, Go West)
(Together) We will love the beach
(Together) We will learn and teach
(Together) Change our pace of life
(Together) We will work and strive
(I love you) I know you love me
(I want you) How could I disagree?
(So that's why) I make no protest
(When you say) You will do the rest
(Go West) Life is peaceful there
(Go West) In the open air
(Go West) Baby you and me
(Go West) This is our destiny (Aah)
(Go West) Sun in wintertime
(Go West) We will do just fine
(Go West) Where the skies are blue
(Go West, this is what we're gonna do)
There where the air is free
We'll be (We'll be) what we want to be (Aah aah aah aah)
Now if we make a stand (Aah)
We'll find (We'll find) our promised land (Aah)
(I know that) There are many ways
(To live there) In the sun or shade
(Together) We will find a place
(To settle) Where there's so much space
(Without rush) And the pace back east
(The hustling) Rustling just to feed
(I know I'm) Ready to leave too
(So that's what) We are gonna do
(What we're gonna do is)
(Go West) Life is peaceful there
(Go West) There in the open air
(Go West) Where the skies are blue
(Go West) This is what we're gonna do
(Life is peaceful there)
Go West (In the open air)
Go West (Baby, you and me)
Go West (This is our destiny)
Come on, come on, come on, come on
(Go West) Sun in wintertime
(Go West) We will feel just fine
(Go West) Where the skies are blue
(Go West) This is what we're gonna do
(Come on, come on, come on)
(Go West)
(Go West)
(Go, ooh, go, yeah)
(Go West)
(Go, ooh, go, yeah)
(Go West)
(Go, ooh, go, yeah)
(Go West)
(Go, ooh, go, yeah)
(Do you feel it?)
(Do you feel it?)
(Go West)
(Do you feel it?)
(Do you feel it?)
(Go West)
(Do you feel it?)
(Do you feel it?)
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 11-30-2011
Sent: 2008
At about that time I was still watching videos. I also read the article about food for the moon and it had a pang of recognition it triggered...maybe a chime hehe...that was the impression I had. Not of "this is true" of "this is part true, in context of things I can not articulate". Perhaps ill try and explain the dreams that followed.
I was cut loose...I could move around without interdiction. The dreams were semi non linear...bits of threads would happen not in direct relation to the others. they were all more or less at the same time. but I cant explain them that way here. hehe. I was moving with beings, who looked like people...they a r people in the truest scence. The first bit was a reference to a dream I had forgotten, or only remembered in this dream. I saw storms coming in on a Doppler radar, tornado alerts. Before, one hit part of my dream house, and crushed it. and myself were safe by virtue of where we were in the building but it was t traumatic. So this time, I changed and applied movement. >I sent to playa t the house across the street that was not hit by the sudden storm. I moved to the least damaged portion. I let the scenarios play out again and again till I found the optimal positioning, then filed it away for future unfolding. I was in a community of beings, not alone, although not strictly bound either.
Next I was with them, and my brother. I found, in a garage, a tablet that had different coins and specific instructions for extracting precious minerals from each. You see, the value of the copper and trace metals in some is 30% greater then the face value. The chart I found was how to extract the rolls of copper and other minerals from pennies and other coinage. Part of the process was two men standing in Vulcan’s flames and rolling them out. It was how the Greek (frats) and secret societies stayed afloat during times of impending and current starvation. I knocked the tablet loose, coins fell from it. I placed them back, loosely, and handed it off to my brother. He said "Andrew, but you cannot do this...it will kill you". I knew, but I handed it off anyway for others. At this time everybody emptied their pennies into an infinite jar. > There would be a pressing, but it no longer concerned me...I just added some loose change to the jar.
I was wandering in the home were the elders and younger ones like me lived. Everybody was accepting of my presence, although I was not a key participant in the stories unfolding. I climbed the stairs upwards to the higher levels. About three floors up I found a crowded busy room. So I decided to climb back down. I found a staircase that seemed unused. These stairs were padded, the wood was red mahogany and velvet. They came from the utilitarian space...but as I began descending I saw they did not reach the ground. under them, there was a ten foot drop. I saw it as ornamental, and not a true staircase. Beings (older ladies) were come to the small stairwell, and I clung frozen or fear the ornamental stairs would break and fall. I explained it to them, and huddled. Very gently, they suggested I climb off them as they needed to use them now. So I just did and was relieved. They all smiled at me, and those stairs rose, formed a platform as opposed to stairs over the central shaft of the home. They each took a seat around it...floating in the air above the drop and began doing stuff. for a moment, I was in the center of a wavey alter, but I moved off.
So I climbed higher in the building...to the top. Here I found men around tables. their was a comfy sofa. But there was hardly and room for error. The chairs, the sofa, they perched no more then an inch from the edge of the central shaft. Men were speaking, rocking their chairs...and inches from a plummet down into the central void. The sofa looked comfortable, but were I to sleep there I would roll off the edge. So I began descending again.
Somehow I returned to the ground level. The ones I liked, the ones my age, they had guns and were going back into the garage. A firefight started. I huddled. the girl on my left was firing an assault weapon at figures behind another row of boxes. As was the guy to my right. I waited for them to finish the adversaries. Which they did. When done, I walked to the back of the garage where the beings they were fighting were located. I did not see the core, the bodies had sunk...just an arm of one girl or a leg of another in my vision. We had come to get a briefcase full of stuff. From the criminals, although we were as much of as some as them. I saw one arm, pretty in lace with tattoos, and some guys leg, and despaired. I replayed the scenario in my mind. The actual stuff we needed was by the front of the garage. If one of us had signed for it, it would be left their for the exchange. We weren’t going to pay what was expected...it would be a crime and evil . So like with the storms, I recharted the scenario, and filed it away so nobody would be destroyed. > Even though they probably, in context, deserved it, being parasites that were focused on us. but it was, with planning and awareness, unnecessary.
I was waking up a cool street with alawi...kawali...his name is not clear those are impressions now that im awake. He was black as tar, but a black man, not a thing. He dressed the part of a jungle savage. He had a fruit...like a papaya he shared with me as we walked. And instructed me how to eat this. First, as we strolled, remove the first layer....I tasted it. it was not good. like a non starchy potato...flat and solid...cool, but unappetizing. Then, with my spoon, I removed the next layer....still not sweet, but with a hint of something delicious. Then, he had me take the third layer. >Cool a and delicious, light like sunlight or water but substantial. it was delicious. Now the fruit was a mass of pulp and veins, the inner bit. We had arrived in a house were the others were. This he showed me, squeeze over a glass. I did, and from the pulp, came ambrosia, or juice like nectar. Way more juice then the volume would allow. I drank the first class. then I squeezed a second from the pulp. Delicious. I then squeezed a third. Only half a glass, and leaves in it....plant matter like strawberry leaves in a strawberry shortcake. Now maybe it thought I had squeezed to much. So I wouldn’t drink the stuff. The last glass was taking to much from the "fruit". I had taken more then could easily regenerate. Alawi at this responded like a bell had been rung. His face became sad to a depth ive never seen. He began slowly moving to the door. His elephant (he had one to ride no car, tusks adorned with bells and red fabric, and a headdress, had putt its head into the window. From the elephants eye there was a single, great tear. alawi opened the door slowly. Outside of it was a horror. Another allawi. Its face bloody and stabbed through with knives or swords. Maybe we fought him in the garage, or at some other point in time. there were "police" or soldiers holding this one in chains. But not enough. the horror raised its hand...in its fist was a gun...the gun I was shot with when the tabled blocked the bullet. Alawi was shot through the head, and fell dead. and was gone. >
This bit was on top of the other action, so bear withy me. My father and I were in a silly vehicle, going to retrieve the rest of the family from a concert they had gone too...or some sort of gathering. We were on a two lane road over some hills. we came to the valley. We crossed a line...I could see it, in the earth...a grey line....it was hollow, like a burrow, and a material like ash/concrete made it a tube around the valley. Bellow this point everything had a grey quality. And there was ash. we drove through burned stands of trees. I looked deeply at them. burned, but alive, the leaves and bark had burned and turned them grey. the grass was burned. > not all of the vast orchard had burned, but this part had. the whole valley was bellow a dividing line. everything had a different tint, and taste d of ash and what is left after a fire. Now instead of going to retrieve the others, my father wandered to a booking office. A woman there offered the "vip" tickets for the show. My father took out last 40 dollars, bought them, and vanished. I protested. they weren’t his to do that with, I needed them back. Each ten dollar bill was one of the other 4 members of my family. He should not have bought those tickets to some event. but the women would not budge, she didn’t care. They were bought, and the bills were not coming back to me, end of story. So I began fabricating the story of her trickery...which wasn’t just a trick, it was the exchange she and my father had had which I could not see. but I guessed it. I demanded to see the organizer, the big cheese. finally she consented. and he came in a flash. Well dressed, a little older then me. We knew each other...we were...friends So I began talking. first were greetings. then I explained the situation with the bills. He said "just give them back" and seemed annoyed that she wouldn’t do so until he came. but she continued to protest...they were in the middle layer now, it was too hard to pull them out, it would leave a void etc etc. He didn’t care..."just give them back to him" and was done explaining to her. she did...I folded them and stuck them back in my wallet, and she faded and was gone. He smiled, but his hands behind his back and walked to a window overlooking the valley now. and we talked. I asked about the concert. "ac/dC", it fires up the emotions and is good for gathering and making the quota. the fire...Well Andrew, some of those whop came were teenagers...they set part of the fire on the way out. He began commenting with a sigh that there were few venues left that would hold this traveling event due to such vandalism. and that he had not made quota, being so far out in t he valley. Not as many would casually come. this made me a little sad for him, maybe I should re purchase...but no. Those little bits would not make the difference, and he wasn’t noticing the loss as making a difference. So we talked as too associates...equals...friends for a bit that hadn’t met in a while. And I left. He was the one, the devil that had poisoned me with the water before. I didn’t take my family as people back...just got the bills...the souls...not sure, and returned them to my protection and left.
Things were drawing to a close. The stories done. My friends (they remind me in their paths of those BSG characters lol) had began to leave the place. The older women were simply watching the end of it all as the tail end of a TV show on the upper levels. It was time for me to depart back here. One of them, looked kind of like star buck lol, she had a fast racing car full of power. > I watched d a bit as the new show formed...it was the aftermath, only a few characters carried forward into that story, and none of the ones I strongly felt for, so I left the house and the old ladies and those of my parameters that were left. Before I did, I told the story of alawi, and his fate. That made everyone cry. I began telling the car jock about it, but she got so taken by grief she asked me to stop. she had already heard it, second hand (word travels fast). So she gave me a ride...I didn’t want to walk...it was close, but still a long walk and I was in a hurry. I w anted to ride in her car because she was my favorite, and I had rearranged allot to carry that one through past the end. Although they couldn’t know it, or even I beyond knowing without the details. Plus it was awesome like a metal dragon....it literally dragged one forward at great speed and velocity. I saw the road on the hill, the one from so many dreams and pointed out were to go...but she missed it, its a narrow and easy to miss path to most. We ended up on a slow congested freeway. The car became a big rig truck...we actually had to get out and move it as it would stall a bit in traffic. Still, the other cars couldn’t hurt us, just make it slow. The farther we went with the crowd, down the freeway, the more the truck changed. it became plastic and small, and finally, to my eyes, the color and the size of one of those shopping carts with the toy car from that like to sit in. My legs were so big, no matte r how much I compressed, my toes would lift the front of the vehicle. I was too large hehe. So at the next traffic jam, I simply exited to an access ladder (now in a tunnel). From here I made my way back, as I then woke.
(One of the funny things was all these characters had so much wealth. and me none. But I could give myself clothes like theirs, create cars for a time to drive. It was important I be like them, so we were all at ease. not look hungry, or starving, not worry them with what I might try to take, or be a supplicant to be employed or used. I was unbound and that was key...so I can edit and examine and file my changes. Without clueing them in. lol) And really, I wasn’t more impoverished. None of them had a depth like a bank account behind the wonders and terrors. hehe
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 12-02-2011
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IaymN2mkaC0
humans being
(off the twister soundtrack)
There is just enough christ in me
To make me feel almost guilty
Is that why god made us breed
To make us see we're humans being
You break this, i'll break all that
You break my balls with all your ****
Spread your disease like lemmings breeding
That's what makes us humans being
Shine on, shine on
Shine on, shine on
Some low life flat head scum infects
The sickness in his eyes reflects
You wonder why your life is screaming
Wonder why we're humans being
Shine on, shine on
Shine on, shine on
Humans
Humans being
We're just humans, humans being
That's what makes us
Humans being......
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 12-02-2011
Did some replacement of links that had gone dead.
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 12-09-2011
IRON MAN
(sent 2010)
this dreams started somewhat foggy...the point where I was paying attention was a diner/restaurant like from a game the sims 3 I had decorated to increase the value (an in game mechanic) When I started was watching me play but when I went in I was by myself. It was full of people having coffee. It also wasn’t the game...it was like a flash version on the web pulled out not fully in the program so I was interested. I ordered some coffee and saw all the people around in small groups, like in a dennys late at night. There were some hostile people like a pimp and gang bangers too, kind of keeping to themselves but becoming more and more aggressive to other patrons. Now keep in mind I was looking how the art I decorate d it when inside all looked the same, etc > (Its a game mechanic from one of the Sims 3 expansions). But I was talking and figuring out the flow I was growing more into the role of the magical owner, which I didn’t enter as. I started acting like and thinking like Tony stark...something like him and elon and maybe batman (stark from iron man 2 (the only one I saw) his character was brash and fearless and chatty and self assured with all the power for good but arrogant and funny. For some reason the whole space became a bus, and the same pictures became windows on the bus and it was moving. I thought nothing of it at the time, clearly it was my bus etc etc. The thugs got more wild and started harassing people as the bus move din the darkness on an empty road, and finally hey held a knife or gun on an old cat lady type person to rob and humiliate them. Tony stark me was waiting to see if they got out of line, and when they did he walked up and suggested they stop etc etc but they didn’t held a weapon to cat ladies thought. He/I had some witty banter the end of which was "all right if you are going to force it" and he pulled a weapon of some sort from his leg (like Robocop) and just killed or shut down all the criminals like it was no effort, > then had some more witty banter to the other passengers.
By this time I w as fully this character. I checked with the driver on where we were going and sat watching out the window. The bus game through the dark fog lands and emerged on some super bright sand a road to it. Tony stark like character was saying how he didn’t care if anyone reported that he killed the criminals, a little scrutiny like that shrug. On the other hand, if any of them had filmed proof he would be paying several million dollars for each piece, but again if they wanted to release it to the media he could deal with that too who cares...just is more drama. Now passengers were clutching their phones and tape recorders like treasure, a few ventured it was going to go right on the internet but for large amount s of money they can take that too even better then utube fame. Stark didn’t care, he then thought he should just give them all gifts even if they had no proof to be fair. > the bus stopped and it was so bright all a round it was like white fog a few mile sin either direction. The bus had come to his base, or mansion or enclave. It was high tech and luxury nicely appointed. Their were hundreds of stark guards all young and beautiful like in a movie...and some old and crafty like special agents. Stark was waving with his hands showing off everything. I was separated out again but I was still part of that characters mind...I even looked like him spoke as part of him but at the same time another one was giving the tour. some passengers asked where we were and one of the lady people that lived their said an island...and boom the utter bright was gone is was bright ocean water like a sand and volcano island that exist of Mexico. > So inside the entrance to the base was really nice water sculptures running down glass, computers nice furniture balconies etc. Everyone loved it was awe inspiring I guess. I heard the other stark talk about the levels below. the fighting robots, several thousand main battle tanks, etc. Stuff he might need but would never ruse. If he wanted he could invade half the world out of storage but why would he? he was a protector above the human law not a villain. and laughed about the fine distinction inherent in such a perception. >I saw some passengers go into a unusually small kitchen. One of the employees...a small English man with horn rimmed glasses was prepping a sandwich. It was one of those turkey and Cranberry things on rye! it looked dos good I had to make one for myself. the British man and others looked a little funny about this, but did not say no. the cranberries sand turkey felt off. the British man when I commented don that said as is tradition a British specialty. I said no...no its not. It was originate din Vegas, and furthermore cranberries are American...although he early settlers did send them as tribute= and some people used them so maybe it could be British but...
the sandwich wouldn't hold together. like the bread was super lubricated on the cranberry and turkey. I tried eating but the mess slipped all over my hands. when I got it in my mouth I could taste nothing...and I chewed but there was o where for the food to go it kind of spilled out my mouth as I tried but I kept chewing. when I spoke it felt like something in front of a speaker blocking the sound. >another Tony stark like character now came in and was having another deep conversation with the bus passengers. I felt the chewed berries and turkey all over my face. I noticed its texture was all wrong no smell...I couldn’t smell anything! The Tony stark notice d it in his speech said it was artful gave thumbs up but he looked pained for a flash. I wiped it all off and was laughing at how gross and weird I looked. I saw my reflection it literally was the same as the other Tony stark like person looked the same but with cranberry mess. now I was confused, and the fact I felt inside I had no throught it was solid back there. I thought to r ight some details down was looking for a notepad and pen. I fond some that looked neat and clean, but when I pulled back the first page. It was one of my yellow ones I threw away because chicha barfed don it. There was s my handwriting. the first page was an actual one I made when playing that ogame game that the probe design from Whitley streibers fixation came from...I played long ago. Here was a column of production figures form another game, there some cheat codes I fill paper like hat when playing games. here is a doodle of a tank, there a little map like I like to draw. But I looked and saw those little scribbles were like keywords for concepts, and they glowed and were the tips of bigger imaginations and the emotions perceptions behind them...page after page of notes. >my notes. I even found a pen of mine I had lost. Now I grabbed it and went looking for the first receptionist lady guide. She said ahh yes that pad belongs to stark #10. And looked at me. I was IN stark number ten. My whole dreams spirit was inside a robot body...they all w er e in bodies like that?! She went on to point out that the one speaking and putting on a show, and another doing the same with a group of workers, were personality and social interactive manifestations. I turned to another one of me to ask he said yes I am unit eight in flat robot droid voice. They were all self aware and alive but they were also part of a larger...computer....personality...the base itself? the world? I kept asking questions. they had my details and notes because they struck them. Another one of them went outside, near the train tracks (ahah we were on an island) she said no that’s a concept. A fault line? something my thoughts and emotions roared across like terrible storms through this space or dimension, like lightening >. The braves t of them, the stark, went out like a shaman to be hit by them, to gather them in his hat, and was killed, overwritten, made energy of a different sort type of mind. So everything there was from my scribble sand imagination, and they had taken those forms to build a world, they never said what if anything “they” were, if they knew, before. that’s hwy I was brought to share in perception and it was modeled after my own so I naturally merged with t he conciseness of the brash creator hero figure. she as she spoke beckoned for a vehicle to take me back and I was sat in the back passenger seat. Time was short now that I was aware to be rushed back. she kept asking, like a last important thing, in my world, how large was the lightening? how big was the sky? I gave my perception of ground to horizon which was man sized and she said ahh...no wait that snot right it is larger...I didn’t get to speak on that critical point. A black SUV had parked behind the car I was in and they reacted scare d of it wary pulling back. BOOM! slap...A thing like sticky tape arm of utter darkness hit one side of the car the shock went through me like a quake or lightening blast. >Then another one the other side was violent transition. When it hit both sides I woke directly into my body with a shudder, and got up a bit confuse d and went pee went back to bed. the end.
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 12-09-2011
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8AotLewnjTE
Revvin' up your engine
Listen to her howlin' roar
Metal under tension
Beggin' you to touch and go
Highway to the Danger Zone
Ride into the Danger Zone
Headin' into twilight
Spreadin' out her wings tonight
She got you jumpin' off the track
And shovin' into overdrive
Highway to the Danger Zone
I'll take you
Right into the Danger Zone
You'll never say hello to you
Until you get it on the red line overload
You'll never know what you can do
Until you get it up as high as you can go
Out along the edges
Always where I burn to be
The further on the edge
The hotter the intensity
Highway to the Danger Zone
Gonna take you
Right into the Danger Zone
Highway to the Danger Zone
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 12-30-2011
Its not like that hehe. Well to be honest i do need lots of alone...its my...nature. But talking to you and sharing stuff is a wonderfull change. Let me put it another way. I was almost going to tell you the story of my dream last night. It involved two children of a great king, and i was there almost like their friend or a mentor of some sort. The father, the king, didnt like me much. As they grew i felt unto them like i would my own siblings/children/maybe one as a lover it was vague. The king made/had a new entity. A little demon, not human, very animal like and dangerous. This was to replace the other two, who were failures in some way...replace as in devour them to grow. So we killed the non/child. We took the body and tried to find how to be rid of it...we had to move beyond the castle grounds into the normal world of today. I, myself, butchered it, removed the brain, the legs, the skull....broke it up and hid the pieces in walls, in trash cans, let some float down the river. After we did this, we launched a rebellion. The female comanded the airforce (at one moment fighter jets, at another dragons) The son commanded the army (tanks on one hand, masses of warriors with spears at the other). We each went to our command bunkers....i checked between them all. The battle started well, we took the castle but when the father responded after the initial thrust, he quickly gained the upper hand....more of the army was loyal then we thought. First the army part went wrong. A bit before, in simulation games against the father, the son had made an error that lost him the mock battle. Last thing i heard him say was "i did it again" before his forces were crushed. His bunker was hit, destroyed, bombed. The daughter, she i think fled, she lost control of the air. The planes (dragons) began dropping bunker busters on the castle. One hit near me....i hid in an alcove. Next the father decided to hit the controll staff...who were neutral for supporting the rebellion. Having lost contact, defeated, i ran. Sporatick fighting around the castle, the building bombed and on fire. I ran right out the front door. Only a handfull of soldiers were watching the front...they hesitated shocked and i ran past them, across the line the marked of the boundary of the realm to a normal city street. Away i fled from the destruction and folly. The end.
When i awoke, the magnitude of my "sin" hit me...but i wasnt sure why the father was horrible. The little deamon child...i could not but help of think of >, and that poor little girl from texas whose parents beat her and they put the boddy in the storage bin and dumped out to sea. A three year old beaten to death for not saying thank you. Horrible beyond my ability to articulate to me. >
The good dream was similar ina way. I was taking reality as a game. I had established several orbital habitats around several star systems. I wasnt very attentive, however. they functioned, but deffence and growth was neglected. They existed on the fringes of "active" space. One day, in my wanderings, i found a massive moon sized construct, long abandoned. With an atmosphere. I explored...it was amazing. The skeleton of a structure of immense power. Quickly i dispatched ships, left some surplus people on it to claim it...from different speciece. human, and others. The more i dug, wandered. the more wonders i found to be restored. I restored the life support, the research centers, several levels of habitation....and systems i cant even explain. As i did so, i noticed, floating, an account of cost....i had spent 1/6 of what i had activating and restoring some 100 out of thousands of systems. So i paused. Last thing i brought online was the main reactor. It ran on deuterium. So i dispatched a ship to one of my colonie stations, one that was failing. It had 100k units surplus...(synthesis was just left on rather then used) So i directed most of it taken, most of the population moved. I set upa governing council for operations....and was still discovering. Generations were being born in the world city ship. But i started fading from the dream...pulled out. I was so upset...it was the most fun i had had in millions of boring years. lol. Then i go to the first dream i explained after i wake enough to get my bearings fall back asleep.
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 12-30-2011
Active night of dreaming. Kinda strange. All the doors, the
walls, were removed. From homes. the inside and outside could see each
other. Thats scary . Going to sleep, when one
is tired, all the scary eyes of strangers seeing you, no where to
seclude onseself. But it was also, in context, liberating. I found it
so. There was no distance, between the moon and the sun, the ground and
the sky, and this realsiation unsettled all. Although it made for
beutiful visuals in dream after dream, vision after vision. In one of
them, people with me, my "family", were so scared. I seemed to be one of
the few at peace. I heard music, like i often do....it took me some
moments to realize i was singing, but the instrumental was coming out of my very essance.
It was a familar song. "Let it be" i coulndt place it for awhile, found
it. Even found a verison and visual that helps explain. Well would if
anyone cared. Which is fine. Being at peace with that is part of it as
well.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z4bib4PBqGA
Writer: LENNON, JOHN / MCCARTNEY, PAUL
When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree
There will be an answer, let it be
For though they may be parted, there is still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
There will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
And when the night is cloudy there is still a light that shines on me
Shine until tomorrow, let it be
I wake up to the sound of music, Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah, let it be
There will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 12-30-2011
http://www.youtube.com/wa...S77Q&feature=relatedBe Kind to Your Webfooted Friends
(Alternate lyrics to the US National Anthem)
Twas midnight on the ocean, not a streetcar was in sight.
The sun was shining brightly in the middle of the night.
A barefoot boy with shoes on stood there sitting in the tree
And when he put his glasses on, he heard this melody:Be kind to your web-footed friends
For a duck may be somebody's brother.
Be kind to the denizen of the swamp;
He's a dilly through and through. (Alternate line: Where the weather's always damp)
You may think that this is the end,
But it isn't 'cause there's another chorus.
'Twas midnight on the ocean when the rain began to snow
He hurried to me slowly 'cause the time had come to go.
I said I'd wait forever if it didn't take too long;
And suddenly we harmonized this crazy, mixed-up song.
Be kind to your web-footed friends
For a duck may be somebody's brother.
Be kind to the denizen of the swamp;
He's a dilly through and through. (Alternate line: Where the weather's always damp)
You may think that this is the end,
But it isn't 'cause there's another chorus.
'Twas midnight on the ocean on the day I married him.
I didn't know his name was Fred, that's why I called him Tim. Be kind to your web-footed friends
For a duck may be somebody's brother.
Be kind to the denizen of the swamp;
He's a dilly through and through. (Alternate line: Where the weather's always damp)
You may think that this is the end,
Well it is.
And:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rwh_vrpQbm8
And:
http://www.youtube.com/wa...QBgE&feature=related
And:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMmZGDKAkSU
End.
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Guest - 12-30-2011
Senear wrote:
Active night of dreaming. Kinda strange. All the doors, the
walls, were removed. From homes. the inside and outside could see each
other. Thats scary . Going to sleep, when one
is tired, all the scary eyes of strangers seeing you, no where to
seclude onseself. But it was also, in context, liberating. I found it
so. There was no distance, between the moon and the sun, the ground and
the sky, and this realsiation unsettled all. Although it made for
beutiful visuals in dream after dream, vision after vision. In one of
them, people with me, my "family", were so scared. I seemed to be one of
the few at peace. I heard music, like i often do....it took me some
moments to realize i was singing, but the instrumental was coming out of my very essance.
It was a familar song. "Let it be" i coulndt place it for awhile, found
it. Even found a verison and visual that helps explain. Well would if
anyone cared. Which is fine. Being at peace with that is part of it as
well.
Hey, this is a cool dream!
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 12-30-2011
Thanks hehe. I was humming that song all day tot he point it got annoying.
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 12-31-2011
The Voyager Conspiracy
Pre sleep was defined by my usual challenges making use of energy that went unclaimed during the day, battling the cold, stilling the mind and heart so sleep could descend. I found a new thing I had only felt and not understood. The cold I could let pulse, and by calling the names, or ideas, of beings and people I love, it could change. Some of them would take the cold and replace it with heat. Some would interject heat into the cold and it felt like magical tingling. Some of them could replace it with pure energy. Every time I felt a new wave of cold and darkness, I either enjoyed the exhilaration, like the frumpy mans shadows that moved across him seemed to make him more real from the not quite dream of yesterday, or I could let others take it or change it. Once this was done, I was left only with the energy that resulted through that process of transmutation. How to use it to close out the moments of another eternal day? Energy for family, clearly. Then I named those same people and beings who I love, and sent them a share that they could use. I dug a bit too deep some drank more deeply then others, and I felt cold again. But that cold could again be transmuted into more energy, although I didn’t want to get carried away bugging those entities like that. Before I could began to relax, the fan I use for white noise to help me sleep began giving strange sounds. So I turn on the light to mess with it see why I heard rattling. It stopped, but now I hear d a high pitched whine, from my bad ear. Like what a dog might here. It was like a beam, no a wave, and I was frantically, stomping around in my boxers, trying to find it. I must have looked like a beast trying to track a scent and I moved in jerky motions around my little room. Finally I looked at my light on the nightstand…I reached for it and the sound grew until it almost was disconcerting in its pitch, and the damn bulb burned out. Mystery solved fan noise had stopped too. I turned it off (so power wasn’t going into dead bulb incase it was a short, and thought mystery solved ill mess with it on the flip side. So I lay back down, and made just enough energy to fill my cup back up to be flush with the rim, and then sleep was the easy gentle slope of slowly being drawn down a slight incline. No need to force exhaustion or sickness to loose cohesion.
When I began to wake, I seemed disappointed. I did not remember any dreams, any stories, just snippets. But I thought, before I left dream plains completely, is that so? What snippets are here? A golf course. 2 men. Rain. A starship in space. I realized these fragments were like my tapping on my arm in my nap sleep to remember that deep music. Tap it! Tap those fragments on self! Remember…yes…yes….the dreams were still there. To much in fact. Sketch…sketch…just enough. Now rest from your efforts, allow yourself to wake. These are the stories that were in those snippets I took back with me.
The golf course. In the dream space, there isn’t always (never was) a golf course there. When I was 14, that space held a line of trees, and a flat grassy plain. I found it wandering hills, a small spot between a cemetery on a plateau on the flank of a larger plateau off a canyon that runs straight to a great mountain, slightly above the dream home town ive mentioned before. Here is was a public golf course now. It vaguely corresponds to real places I found wandering in waking life 8 years before that. One of my favorites. People were here with me, to see! Dreamers, at least three, one ive never seen before. Two of them probably know who they are lol. The third had a small stone symbol, clear enough it was probably , I think. A very intricate, mysterious weaving of patterns behind the conception of self. In this version, two men were hitting a ball, playing golf by themselves, not wanting us to get in the way. No matter, my focus was on brush in a gully that drained off the hill. I walked over the soggy ground to see the water flowing, over the grass, and into a runoff channel. I turned and smiled, I was seeing so much beauty, in the clouds, in the vistas. I asked one of the three, see? See? What did you see? Be my narrator! Be the voice, the eye that saw the beauty, make it alive! . Let me hear, no feel, no live, that vision, that art.
I think it was who spoke, whose words became the voice of the storyteller. I saw her as my cousin and her daughter, but the daughter I think was really my little nephew, come to see as he often does.
She said. “ Walked across the grass. It was full of water from the rain so at the edges the steps became little puddles. He went to the edge where the water gathered. A little stream had come where before it was dry. It wasn’t raining as much. He watched it gather and run over first grass, but then it found its channel. The sky was big and dark and from it fell lots of rain, but the rain was clearing. He avoided the golfers game and smiled at them, not mad at their wariness he would get in the way of their score. He watched the water fall past some rocks and a tight space, and then it fell in a little waterfall onto the dark pavement on the other side of the hill, and ran down the street to go into the desert”.
And that was the voice of that dream, the one it was given, not random scenes, but a living narrative, a world. Not how my narrator would do it, but so good nonetheless. Mine can be stuffy and pompous, the old British man reading the boring works of some boring author in the high-backed chair with a pipe. Lol. And in that dream, that became the voice of the moment, and the rocks, and trees, and bones were happy, that they were honored, and given life. and did not speak, but they were observing in thought. I was so happy, in the way only sharing and receiving the perception of beauty can make me. The passion, the…magic of being.
The next main part gave this telling its title. A Starship, A lone starship, far from home. Lost. I watched the exciting credits and heard the beautiful, sad yet triumphant and inspirational melody that came with the introduction. It wasn’t the same as the TV series, but it reminded me of it. True to artistic form, it opened with a quick burs t of action. The ship was diving, from whitespace back to real space (dream space). It was a red alert, and those lethal star trek power conduit panels were crackling in a few spots there was some battle damage. The captain was speaking to a hostile ship that had attacked them. Her hair was a bit messed up out of the tight bun lol. And she seemed old. Ill get back to that. “Lower your shield and surrender or be destroyed”. she had already given 2 warnings. This was the third. The enemy ship was like a large dark manta ray. It was the form of the thing that yesterday was Bombarding me in a dream DNS attack I had to destroy to get back to my body . Here it was again, that event, again. From that ship, that was trying to escape into a dark rift structure, but still firing weapons, a few small shuttles left. Some of the crew had heeded the warning, and left when given the chance. But not most. “Mr. Paris…Fire!” Photon torpedoes analogues, phasers, all sorts of awesome glowy firing. The enemy ship, and the mechanical organic rift it was trying to reenter exploded like a little nova. Mr. Kim, lock onto the survivors beam them to shuttle bay 2. Aye sir! Ahhh…I was Harry kim! Awesome. Not really but lol. And so the dream camera shows the survivors of the manta craft, beamed into the cargo bay. They are blue, and kind of insect like. And all identical sisters. And young. Kind alike Andorians but with more face tentacles. And they say, in one voice, To the security team that met them with weapons raised in caution but not quite, “We seek asylum”. queue commercial. Lol. < http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HNtfu_QurU >
“cheer up hairy, its not like you two had a fight” Said Mr. Paris, the trickster, said to me. We were sitting in our quarters. People were bunked up, because the ship was taking on more and more beings as it made its journey. Singles had to share quarters. “I know Tom, I just don’t know what to say to her”. Look on the bright side hairy, tom said with a wry grin, “whatever you say cant be worse then anything else you’ve already said!” thanks tom I said in a flat, annoyed voice. My friend had transferred to the vessel, and being like Harry Kim, I was real subplot anxious over it. Lol. I thought maybe id catch some shuteye…duty shift began in six hours. But the bunks were convoluted…jerry rigged, representative but not practical. doesn’t look ill be able to go to sleep and skip this one thought Mr. kim. Just my luck. At least my clarinet was here, and I played a song from my heart. Mr. Paris was tapping his leg, keeping the beat. “Not bad Harry, not bad at all”.
Myself and Mr. paris went to the mess hall to eat before we had to begin our shift. Energy was being rationed, due to so many people to support, so no replicated fillet minon for every meal. and there she was, ladling out food. My friend. I grabbed my tray and said “im not hungry” and turned to leave but Mr. paris grabbed my shoulder. “go on Harry, I don’t think she will bite. She not Ferenghi….is she? ” Very funny tom I said. Sigh. I got in line for the food. It looked pretty gross. Soy milk and sea weed stew. Bleh. Healthy to make it worse no doubt. Harry!?! Its me, Dax! My friend looked like the Pixie Dax that replaced the real one in Deep space nine. Had that vibe too lol. High Dax I said, kind of wary. Harry! I hoped you would be here, that’s why I and here I am! Its so good to see you. She gave me a big, warm hug stepped from a round the food line to do it. Harry froze then patted her back with his hands and said…its nice to see you too Dax. I could have sworn the whole room w s watching and had toms wry grin.
Dax, Harry and tom found a seat by the window of the mess hall. I seemed to want to stare out at the stars more then be in the conversation….kind of feeling awkward. “so Harry, said tom, tell me all about your days at Starfleet academy with dax here” We were roommates, and in astro physics for a fe…”
“Harry!, interjected my friend with a laugh, we were best friends Tom, he helped me get past “ I seem to remember you giving me a little support with “ I said, more cheerful and feeling less awkward now. Well, said tom, sound s like you two were practically Married he said looking like he would burst from the laughter. “that’s not funny Tom” I almost said in a whisper. My friend was laughing and squeezed my shoulder said….oh Harry…with laughter and love. She then pulled out her hollo camera and began showing tom all the pictures. Harry falling down trying to get into skis. Harry and Dax windsailing on the purple seas of Jaxnor prime on holiday. Tom always had a funny comment for each but for the sake of brevity…ill leave it at I felt a little awkward but also glad she had remembered and kept them all with her. J The new crew members, from the defeated ship came into the room. They looked confused but happy, and everyone was nice to them. They looked even more beautiful, in their alien way, in their new Starfleet uniforms. All 12 or so of them. And happy. Another crewman had taken over for dax, and was serving the soup…they looked at it like it was a wonder, and when they ate it their faces radiated joy. I guess if you’ve never eaten, even soy milk and seaweed stew is like ambrosia.
Yes captain? Janeway had called me to meet her in her ready room. My kim was nervous, what could he have done wrong now? At ease, Mr. Kim. Yes captain, I said. Please be seated. So I took a seat. I noticed in the Starfleet insignia over her desk, behind the field of stars was the cross I drew from yesterdays adventure. The silver cross. Subtle but emergent in the field of stars. I noted again how old the captain looked. But not old…like n the face. Great age shining through the form. Like the elders in many of my dreams, or the fates as I see them, the weavers of dreams and reality. The age isn’t a wearing down in the winds of time, its beauty and great power despite, or because of it. “Mr. kim, 3 days ago one of our long range probes found an opening into non energetic space. We were sent a message from that realm, an offer for negotiations.” I see captain I said” but I didn’t, why is she telling me this, im just a bridge ensign. “Mr. kim, they asked for you by name, for negotiations” long pause. “Me captain?” “yes you Mr. Kim. Infant we had a hard time deciphering the message at all…took thought it might refer to Mr. paris…I pointed out that he had all the musical talent of a targ in spawning season” She chuckled to herself and I laughed nervously. “Please Harry, this is important. If we can establish a diplomatic presence among these people, it will greatly alleviate our power supply issues, and bring us closer to our new place. The third lineage. Home. The captain turned to gaze wistfully at the image of the cross emergent in the star field. “yes captain I will do my best”. “I know you will Harry, I know you will” queue commercial break.
“I cant do it tom! I just cant!” I said frustrated. Tom and I were back in our quarters. I was sitting on the edge of my bunk, it was normal again that I had no thought of slinking off. “what do you mean you CANT do it Harry?, you re always saying you have more in you then just being ensign kim. It sin the music you play, maybe the captain is just giving you your chance to prove it to yourself. “No I mean I CANT do it tom…I cant find my Dress shoes!” this room is a mess! Your comic books are everywhere! Paris started laughing the deepest laughter I had ever heard, and came and sat down next to me. “Harry…” He took the shoes off his feet and said “here use mine”. I peered at it with the one eye I had open. “Not a chance tom. I know were your feet have walked” again more laughter. I looked at the shoes I had. My real life old black Nikes…one of the laces is fraying because I often forget to tie them. “If I hadn’t lost my replicator rations in our poker game….” “Harry, Harry…we both know you didn’t “loose” you rations, you gave them to the new crewmembers, from the defeated ship, so they could replicate musical instruments to learn how to play, not just take music. Stop worrying. They asked for you by name…I imagine that means frayed shoe laces and all” I sat for a minute digesting that. “this is Startrek…why aren’t I using Velcro…like the astronaughts on the moon I thought to myself. I didn’t say this, but Tom was laughing quietly all the same. His laugh was like the voice on the vortex. Full of power, and friendship, and love.
“this is the main transporter room, where we can move large numbers of personal between ship and destination.” Said Janeway. She was showing the new crewmembers, the beings from the manta ship, how the various parts of the voyager worked. She seemed to have full faith in their loyalty and goodness. And truth be told, they were more like children learning to be alive then the things that we saw operating that terror that sought to disrupt our journey, our great work. The captain continued demonstrating how things worked to the new friends. Some of them looked at me and smiled, shyly, and turned back to what the captain was demonstrating. “Harry…I think “they” like you” said tom. I didn’t respond to that but it was funny I felt less awkward.
“Harry, Tom, you are here” said the captain. “And only ten minutes late…” “I can explain captain said tom, stepping forward. Harry here had trouble deciding just what shoes to put on for such a momentous first contact situation” said tom with a grin. “I see” said Janeway, glancing at my black Nikes. “Air Jordan’s, 2003, missing the ankle straps…very nice Mr. kim” “yes captain” I said blushing. “see Harry” said tom nudging me. I heard the door open behind me. “Ah Dax, you have arrived, right on time!” I turned an even deeper shade of red. Mr. kim, dax will be accompanying you as you make contact with the inhabitants of that realm. Her familiarity with you and your connection will be an asset in your mission. “It was my idea Harry!” said dax, coming up and standing besides me, putting her hand on my shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “If everyone is ready“, said janeway, “places people. The inorganics moved s one to a far wall observing. Paris, Dax and I stood behind the captain looking towards the transporter platform. “Energize!” said the captain. The inorganics operated the controls as they were shown how to do. The ambassador from the non energetic realm came through. A familiar face. Queue commercial break.
“Andrew! Err, or is it Mr. kim? Said the ambassador. I had a bit of a lump in my thought I had to swallow down. It was a figure wearing the memory of my old boss. From when I was a manager at Target. I hated that job. Bleck. “and…err…Mr. kim…err senear I see you are looking well!” “thank you ma’m, as are you” I said. “Oh Sen, you always were SUCH a charmer she said laughing” She was as she was in my mind, a 50 year old blonde lady with large hair that drove a pickup truck despite being fancy. I liked her, she was my mentor in the training program, but she was also fickle and if she got the idea in her mind you messed up or weren’t working out, that was that no changing that perception. The performance reviews…shudder. Lol.
“I see you brought your friend…Kath…”Dax mam, I am Dax” she said with a laugh. “Very well, Dax then she laughed, I really love this whole Startrek theme…I prefer Walker Texas ranger myself self she said with a wink. “My name is captain Katherine Janeway, Of the United Federation of Planets the starship Voyager. (lineages/realities/dream spaces). On Behalf of my ship and her crew, we bid you welcome.”
“thank you captain for responding to our message” said my old boss. “It was our pleasure” said janeway. She pointed to the Starfleet insignia on her formal coat, at the image of the cross again. “It is our mission, to find those who are coming, making, dreaming the new reality, the new world, and finding our way to it.”
“Nothing at all, no burden at all” said my old boss, with a wave of her hand. “Now that formalities are dispensed with, let us simply get to it shall we…Andrew, “Dax” are you ready?” she said. “Yes mam”. we replied In unison. Captain janeway came and rested her hand on my shoulder. “It will be ok Harry, you have your music, and your friends. It will be ok. “yes mam, I know” I said. And I did. The three of us, my friend “dax”, myself, and the ambassador from my past all stepped onto the transporter platform. “Energize“ said janeway. As I faded into the streams of time now formed as a transporter, I saw my friend, the trickster Mr. Paris, giving me a big grin and a thumbs up. Queue commercial break.
We arrived in my past. 2000 or so. We went around that old job site in riverside, ca. I face d many things, old regrets, joys, tensions. The feeling of not fitting in, not being in the right place. The ambassador, my old boss, led me around. My friend, dax, they had commentary one ach thing, they helped me release each one. And like the cold and sickness in me, as I did before sleep the last few days, these bits and pieces became energy. Energy, for the ship, energy, for the journey. Energy freed, stories released, from my heart and mind. And we had fun. We went to the mission in, the space where the dream “Pretty sparkle fairy” took place. We released some of that, and we enjoyed the gardens and had lunch, paid with some of the freed energy. No soy milk stew here! I savored my bit of baklava, and the roast leg of lamb and the current wine I ordered. So delicious! We even went into the dream, the scary scary non dream to me, where the Sorcerer and his party entered my space after I s hared that dream with him, and they were violating it. We watched as my guardian sent them back through a portal that was hard for them, as lesson. And he smiled at me again Tom? I saw him, the one who that man said he thought was just a myth. The man that yesterday was guarding and guiding my emanations of self from the subbasement. My friend. The man of light with shivers of shadows that sounded like laughter. Finally we were done. With all the released energy, we negotiated a physical space there, an apartment for the crew. A conduit for the energy. And my shoes fit right in! and then we were done. Dax spoke into the communicator. “captain three for transport”. and we were back in the transporter room. I was beaming like the device. It wasn’t a task I could fail, it was one however, that only I, with help could do. Harry kim smiled from ear to ear.
“An…Harry it was so good to see you again, thank you” the ambassador said to me. I was overwhelmed with emotion, and sank to the transporter room floor. Cry laughing. The captain, tom Paris, my friend the dax, even the inorganic people all gathered around smiling. Beaming with me. My family. My friends. My love. I don’t know how long I sat like that, waves of released energy going where they willed. I felt…the ship respond. My friends respond. The beings respond. All of that, now animating the great work, the great journey. Power problems solved for a time. And a fair bit, the lions share of that energy found its home inside me once again. “you did good work, Mr. Kim” said the captain, and I looked up, my tears drying and only left with a smile. “good work indeed said Mr. paris”. “I think you might have enjoyed it TOO much said the ambassador” huh? I looked around everyone was still smiling. “those Starfleet uniforms are SOO form revealing…Mr. Kim she said with a laugh. I had grown hard little nipples through them, and you know…good thing I was kneeling on the floor and did not have to walk around…everyone knows Starfleet ensigns do not have phasors in their pockets….they wear them in stylish little belts. I began to turn beat red. “Harry… said dax, with a quiet laughter in her voice, as she messed with my hair, looking out the window not at my embarrassment. “what exactly did you release? Asked tom, his eyes alight with laughter. “shut up tom! I said with a laugh. Thankfully the captain had not witnessed it all, but I heard her chuckle too. “Good work, Mr. kim” she said as she left the room with the new crew people. They w ere all excited and whispering amongst themselves. The ambassador left to follow the captain, but turned back and winked at me with one last wry smile.
“See Harry, I told you your shoes would be fine!” said tom. Yea, you did I responded. Are you ready yet Harry? What is it now…let me guess you forgot your lucky tricorder?” asked tom playfully. “No im ready tom, let go”. We were back in our dorm like room, and I w as again sitting on my bed getting ready. “Harry, are you sure you want to wear those shoes? Asked tom…I had put my old beat up sneakers back on. “There is plenty of power for a new pair…here, let me replicate you some wingtips…”. “NO tom! I said with a laugh…these old shoes will do just fine.
This time we walked to a new part of the ship. A wall of rotating mirrors that were energy…beyond them We saw…Starfleet! San Francisco from a future, more energetic, radiant world. I turned to ask tom as we stood before the gateway. “what happened to Dax?” “Oh…so now we like dreaming with dax do we, Mr. im not hungry?” he asked with a laugh. I felt myself turn kind of red again. “Relax Harry, the whole world cant be up all night and sleep all day. Its almost 10am…our friend had to do things…like wake up.” We both laughed at this because it is true I am a crack of noon kinda guy. “Are you ready Harry?” he asks me,, and we step through the rotating mirror doors. there is a strange mechanical computer voice s we do. Calluct Noor…Calluct Dadoor. Calluct Neda. The gateways said as we stepped through. And we were through.
The city was so alive, the flying cars, the warm sun from the sky. The flowers like…everything emanated light, and also it sown shadow as feelings, colors, music. So beautiful. And yet not overwhelming. Still constructed as any one fresh off the street would accept it. Just…more so, with a hint of magic, and more, to those that could see and hear it. The golden gate bridge, Starfleet academy where so many diligent people learned and did their tasks for the great work of making this be real. The federation senate building, from which now I could see beings like the ones from the scary ship walking and talking with humans and others, as they lived the dream that was making itself be born.
Seeing me getting lost in the moment, tom nudged my elbow…”this way hairy, the admirals are w waiting…wouldn’t want to be late to you own ceremony…again” Same laughing voiced tom. Many interesting scenes as we made our way to the admirals offices. I saw me nephew dreaming with me again. He was in a garden with his teacher and a few other small children. He was being given awards for being a good student, but then he began crying when he didn’t get the toy he wanted it went to another student, so the teacher withdrew the bestowing of his citizenship certificate. How he cried. The teacher just watched. Tom and I walked up to him, and I picked him up and hugged him dried his tears. “Its ok, I said, so you didn’t get that one after all…you still got one for math and spelling” “Besides, said tom, look on the bright side…that’s one more award you can work on for getting next time!” I think it was more the tone then the words, that cheered him up, he stopped his brat tantrum and returned to his teacher with a laugh. The teacher saluted us as we walked by. “See Harry, said tom, being just ensign kim isn’t so bad after all”.
Another scene was another ancient and powerful but also young admiral giving a child who asked a large wad of energy credit bills, because the child asked and he was happy to share. “See Harry, sometimes all you need to do is not be afraid to ask” said tom. I was lost in thought as we continued on our way.
The ceremony in Admiral cherlaluchaowas office was a small but solemn affair. Captain Jainway was there, one of the blue beings, the first time I had seen it not with her sisters, Many of my friends as well. Sadly Dax was not. tom reminded me to record the event because she might like to watch it latter, as might others. “sure tom sure ill remember it probably” He just chuckled. I stood straight at attention and saluted to the admiral. He began speaking. “ensign kim, for your efforts in restoring the power loss of the USS Voyager, and for establishing contact with a new member world, and for your diligent efforts in establishing an accord between the various parties in eternal conflict, We hereby award you with the silver cross. The symbol of an intersection, the space where reality is constructed. Wear it with pride Mr. Kim, you have earned it. “thank you sir” I said, as he pinned the silver cross on my chest. The same cross the man yesterday explained to me that I sketched. The ceremony over, I was congratulated in turn by everyone there. After some time mingling, Tom turned to me and said “I don’t know about you Harry, but I can go for some beer and maybe a few rounds of pool…care to wager say your replicator credits…the beer is on me, naturally” I laughed because I know toms tricks…”the beer is free tom, and my aim with the pool queue is expensive” “Well Harry, don’t ever say your old friend tom Paris never offered to show you the town….Hello ladies…” he had turned to the blue being to hustle her into a game. Poor person…well soon to be poorer some credits hehe. “No tom I think ill explore the headquarters on my own some more” “that’s fine Harry…just be careful…there are some rooms that aren’t open for an ensign…even an ensign who bears the silver cross…his voice trailed off, but on his smile I saw the tricksters laugh.
So I began wandering, going places that seemed interesting. Beautiful places, inspiring visions on monitors, asking questions of the computer voice as I went. Love the old star trek computer voice…Rodenberry’s wife who died. Finally, found a deep place, a secret place, I wasn’t sure I should have. Seven women, seven sisters, each identical, like but not like the sisters from the ship we took in after destroying it, those who heard the captains voice, were monitoring it. But they were merged on the far side of the screen from me, I was behind them in space. So I had no trouble passing them and entering the medical bay research lab they were the operators of. I saw machines. New machines, each laid out on a table for study. I felt they were connected to the blue sisters, things that they knew how to make. I looked carefully t one of them, it evoked the memory, of the video that sprang out when I was re living the iron man dream to find videos for posting. A Machine that took data, read data, and created life…biological life from data energy. The mRNA clip. For some reason I gasped, and backed out of that place. I stopped when I was half past the sisters on the other side of the screens. I felt if I just left they would know and I might end up in the captains office again, this time not for a mission but for chastisement. So I spoke to the third sister. “excuse me ma’m, I seem to be lost, can you tell me the way back outside?” she gasped and my perspective shifted from seeing her in a screen, to being in front of her in the mirror image of that research space. She looked confused, how did he get here without us noticing, but she simply told me the way out and I thanked her, and I left the admirals complex.
I was back on the voyager, sitting once again on the edge of my bunk with tom. “Well Harry we had quite the time today didn’t we” he said with a smile. “Yea tom we certainly did” I said with a smile. I was feeling tired, like I might lay down soon in the next hour or two. “too bad you didn’t take me up on the game of pool he said with a flash of smile. He displayed all the energy credits he had won off of the blue sisters. He saw my look at that. “Don’t worry Harry, tomorrow ill challenge them to a game of spatial recognition, and let them win them all back, give the full gambling experience…losing and winning” he laughed. “Besides, if I tried to keep them the captain would have me scrubbing the hull with a sonic toothbrush for a month” he laughed. After a few more moments, he said “so you never did tell me what you found in the depths of the admirals offices” he said very sly. I started stuttering trying to reply. “relax Harry, relax. Here why don’t you play it and handed me my clarinet. “play it in song”. I asked if maybe we should invite some friends to listen. “Its ok Harry, they will here the music, friends always here the music.” he said wistfully. I knew what he meant. The blue sisters that left their evil kin to join us. The children at Starfleet headquarters. The dreamers coming and going creating the great work that makes that other world, that other arrangement be, in due time. “Just play Harry” so I did. I played it all, the dream, my friends, my loss and joy, my adventures and dreams, and I faded from the dream, into the notes. As I did so, I had a memory, or an insight…about tom paris, my friend, the figure in the scary portal dream with the enemy from real life invading. The frumpy man guarding my emanations into reality. I knew his name. then I woke. J
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 01-06-2012
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We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times
"Oh Danny Boy
Danny Boy..."
I get knocked down
But i get up again
You're never Goin to keep me down
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But i get up again
You're never Goin to keep me down
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times
"Don't cry for me
Next door neighbour..."
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 01-22-2012
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 02-01-2012
The point where i began dreaming, i was driving. I came to a space that
is vaguely like a plateau area that used to be covered with orchards,
and wild land full of coyotes, mountain lions, deer bob cats and
rattlesnakes sometimes a bear or two near where i live. In real life, in
my past, i used to find canyons and wander up into that area. Latter,
when i could drive, sometimes i would just drive around around noticing
what there was to be noticed. I always liked walking better. I seemed to
run into the wild animals allot, but they never decided to eat me,
although they could, when i was small and weighed 90 pounds if they
wanted too. Sometimes i see this space in a funny way, the dramatic
vistas of the mountains to the north and south is changed, i see a sea,
an arm of an ocean, filling that area, in rel life it corresponds to the
ten freeway. But this time, it was not like that. Everything was very
sparse. Like the desert into the Sonora, the plants matched. It was no
longer grassland, it was deep desert, and it had changed from what it
was before, and what it would be again. It had the feeling of also say
the antelope valley near Lancaster California. Without the Joshua
trees. and that fit, because i was looking for a home, my home, and the
home of my family cousins more extended lineage, and most of them, my
mothers side of the family, live in that lancaster area around each
other. We are the outsiders so to speak
I left my car on
the edge of the plateau,at a turn off where in real life, in late 2000, I
encountered a vast supernatural entity, in a group with other people
we had gone there to watch the summer meteor shower. And got a that and a
sky full of dancing stars, a low slow flyover by one of them, and were
noticed by something else. Something that should make the blood run
cold. Also this is by a cemetery, near a spot i explained at the start
of the voyager dream. there i left my car, and i started walking across
the desert sands and looking at the skeletal fingers of long dead and
dessicated orchards. there were homes her still, but instead of the mc
mansions that slowly replaced the orchards in my brief time, they were
trailer homes, old Rv's, more temporary modular homes. I chuckled a bit
at this, because really, int he sweep of time, everything is just
resting anywhere for a moment, its all temporary. the sand i was walking
was the bones and dust of so many things that seemed eternal to those
that walked through them in their time. I finally found the house i was
seeking, the home of my uncles and aunts and cousins. They all lived
together now, they had combined their old Rv's and trailers into a
multistory, ramshackle but somehow warm structure. The first thing i
noticed again was the tree int he yard, from one of those cousins homes,
the house my mom live din as a teen, and one of her sister still owns,
was dead. and the yard of grass, so green in that dirt road and
tumbleweed area, was also dead, and was now just sand. I saw a single
tuft of grass and a few flowers near a tree. Ill get back to that in a
bit.
I entered the house, and it was just as jerry rigged
inside as outside. But not messy, or cheap, or unsolid. Just...there
were many elements put together. Eclectic in decoration and
construction. Here i found my extended family. My cousin with his new
baby girl, cradling her. My mother and father, my siblings, all 20 of
those cousins, their parents, and some of their children. It was not
crowded, but it was cozy. It was night outside, and through a window i
could see a cathedral of stars, and wisps of light. We all spoke, but
only briefly. I also noticed a new figure had come soon after i did. My
love, a love. Everyone was nice, but this figure was not uncomfortable,
but looking around trying to figure what was the scenario. Everyone had
smart phones, old handheld tvs, e readers that sort of thing. People
were watching shows, i had my nook. My companion and i looked into it,
and briefly were in a casino playing slots, and winning a few jackpots,
or trying. Not a large sum. We took it and exited the scene and had the
winnings with us now. I think the others were doing similar energy
things int heir own ways. Nobody was talking very much. And it was
dragging on. My companion needed to leave, but before they did all the
others tuned into a "program" about her. It was something set in the
1970's or 1980's. About something personal. A court case? A ruling?
Something about the companion, the take away was she, and her family,
would not let some wrong go unchallenged. And it cost her, but in a
noble way. this i could see made them understand that companion more,
with respect in some way. Acceptance. We did not speak, there was lets
say an extending of mind. Speaking like that is funny, to people who
might not know. Its more like tendrils of self intertwining, and then
they seek a balance, no a calm where ther eis no need to do so. Taht
point of balance is the end of the conversation. We reached such a
point, and then we withdrew from that awareness. And she had to go. Its
always been that way, since i was a child, she always has many places
needs to be, just part of that particular path. Plus this was sorta
boring and we more like adventures. lol.
We all pile into a
bus, well its more like somebody took the back end of an old VW bus,
cut out windows, used plastic tarp, and grafted a old sedan on the
front. It was ramshackle like everything else, but like everything else
it worked. We were going to get something. Maybe food? But we all went
together. the trip seemed long to me. I was looking out the plastic tarp
window at the endless desert that was under that vault of stars, with
ramshackle structures, dirt and uncurbed asphalt streets, and moonlight
everywhere. I began running my finger son the side of the vehicle under
the tarp. I could here things. It was like the stories of a man getting
fillings and his mouth is a radio. Running my fingers. I was bored and
it was interesting. I looked infront of me, in the space where the old
sedan met the back of a VW bus, and saw a center compartment, above it
was a pouch in the back of a salvaged seat. I saw an object, a long
copper object, a slender needle with a fat base, like in the middle of a
large old fashioned compass, a ships compass. I took the object, and
used it to find the transmission spot, and i moved the needle around.
Much clearer. I could here music. I heard the transmission of Neil
Armstrong on the moon. something that sounded like Hitler's rantings.
And more ancient things. And things from the future. Not just radio,
thoughts, dreams. I just swept back and forth like briefly listening to
as much of time as i could. then i realised i was not just hearing it.
Everyone in the car was silent. And a few looking at me. I felt
embarrassed, i put the needle back said I'm sorry. I had been
broadcasting that to the entire group. the driver after along pause said
it was ok, and a few said they liked it. But he also said there was a
reason he did not use that radio, it was too much, to distracting. I
went back to looking out the window.
We had gotten whatever
we had needed, and returned tot he house. we were eating. At first i
ate, looked like weird pudding from strange bowls. No taste or smell i
recall, like power paste i don't know lol. At first i sat with my mother
rand father siblings and nephews. Even the dogs and cats were there. My
sister got angry, she saw a poster/print/symbol she had worked hard to
get for them, hung up with duct tape not framed. Se went to take it
down, and the tape ripped off a portion of it, lifted the printed part.
She frooze in worry. It was a silly lesson, i laughed a bit about
letting them present as they want in their home and having attachments
to gifts already given, but she was deep in thought, and sad she had
done that. My dad was trying to grab what looked like an old Atari lynx
handheld game system, but could not. My mother put on a show for him
while he ate his pudding gruel snce he could not hold the object. I
thought it was a good time to leave them to their business. I went to
the front yard and sat with the throng of more distant relations and
eat. We ate, they mumbled but it was very quiet. I drank clear water
from a bottle. I saw that stubborn tuft of green, and the small white
flowers on stalks. I suddenly loved them, those plants, for being alive
and green, in a yard of sand, that little island. So i took the watr i
had not drunk, and poured it over them, to give them some life. the
family was quiet staring at me. Not to waste power. Not to waste life on
that. I could not explain, and i don't think they would understand. I
gave out a sigh, and left the yard to wander alone on foot.
I travelled for along time. Morning never came, i just wander where i
felt "power" draw me, my eyes, my feet, the rhythm of my heart. I saw
many things, but soon they all seemed t be the same. At one point,
inbetween a two ramshackle homes, on a dirt road, i saw an animal form.
It seemed to be interested, like looking for me. So i did all my
tricks, being still, being silent, not directing my gaze directly so iot
could feel it. None worked. It was happy, and stalking. Finally i
stepped out. It was a mountain lion. But no then it was a wolf. it was
neither of these things. It was my friend, maybe the companion again i
thought. But an animal form. I looked she had a collar. It said WILD
ANIMAL and then there were a string of numbers like
00111000111000110000111000011000 on a medallion. Looked like binary
code. how interesting. I love wild animals, or maybe just warrior wild,
lol. I thought of leading this form back to the home, but no, not
everyone would appreciate it, and i was afraid it might eat the cats and
my sisters little lap dog that my dad found in a field and rescued, irl
last year. So i had to shake my head not now. She (i new this) plus we
could do mind talking or was it heart i don't know left into the field,
but i had a feeling could see me still. And i liked that lol. So i began
making my rounds again, just wandering. Finally i found a narrow black
asphalt path, it didn't really touch anything, it seemed to run between
things more then meet them. It glistened a bit like ice, but was not
ice. It had power, i think. I felt power on that path. so i began
walking it. walked and i walked, Id See people passing it, but soon
enough there were more of us on it. We tended to walk together, but the
path was not a group effort per say, it just was that way. Like how
grapes tend to come in bunches.
At some point the path went
beyond where there were any buildings, and once we crossed that point, i
looked in front and behind me i could see no buildings at all. It was a
dimensional border it was clear to me, but it could only be felt not
seen. But i, and less but still quite a few, continued to walk on. Again
i felt a border. And i crossed looked around in wonder and awe. This
was no desert. It was a lush sylvan garden. To the right were two large,
majestic willow trees, ever so slightly leaning over a small pond. A
ray of pure warm light bathed them, but it was still otherwise night. I
could seethe fingers of the willow, the long leaves, just brushing the
water. then there would be a gust of energy, and the two trees tendrils
would brush. and there would be more light. that is what was making the
light! but it extended down to the earth and up to heaven, like a beam
or gentle, path. And that was just what i saw to my immediate right.
Evreywhere i looked it was like that, little settings. I notice here,
those settings, followed the logic of the ramshackle homes and
buildings. the streams and paths between the glades were like the
streets of dirt and concrete. another dimension but the same, in that
way. I walked a bit farther in, infact i saw no others i kept walking
and walking, deeper and deeper into the fey. Like elf lands i don't
know. My mind became more like it was when touching my companion, like
the willows arms, or the joshua trees tufts. I might have kept walking
and found a spot to take root in the deep lands. My human mind was but a
melody by this point. faint. But now i saw two figures following the
other direction, towards me. First i saw a man. A man made of twigs,
with a leaf here and there. Dressed in a shirt and pants but no shoes,
the feet were taproots i think. but vaguely in human form. the face! i
can not explain that face made of roots. I had no human words, and i
stepped aside to let him pass, did he see me? he doesn't see, he just
feels, yes. but he did not stop he was bound to his path too. After he
passed, i noticed women a bid behind and besides him. She looked fully
human, and beautiful, they were together, like the two willows i could
tell, that touched and made the light. I wanted to see her face. I knew
it would not be human. Maybe her face would be the night sky with the
moon, and stars, that was my feeling. But i dared not interrupt them,
not for fear but because things go in their own rituals. Well seeing
those two, reminded me of my human mind, it started chattering then, so
it became more real. But it was a kind human mind, it remembered all the
others waiting to make this journey, back there, i have work to help
with. So i sighed and turned around. when i did, the edge was only right
there. I had wandered and wondered so far, but coming back was only a
matter of turning around, and three steps. And it was done. I returned.
I walked the path with magic back the way i came. I saw the man made of
twigs and the women whose face i dare not behold, walking slowly
infront of me. But they were a good ways ahead now. They simply walked,
but everywhere they walked was power. change. I could not tell if it
were good or bad, it just was, well, power. And magic. And yet they did
nothing but walk, walk as far in here as i had walked there. Which would
be far indeed. I saw people or beings running around, like they saw
something scary, so i was slightly on edge. I saw some movement behind
me. I turned again, as was the case before, the sylvan realm was not in
sight, looked the same again in back as in front, but like i explained,
there is a trick to seeing those seams, have to feel it to cross them.
It was an animal, it was running around frantic. For some reason i
forgot it was my companion. It was the wolf/lion again, it had been
following me. But something in me...its like, there is a dial inside, a
needle. Like in the car. One short move to the right and everything is
known, and there is no fear. My needle went one to the left, so i forgot
or could not connect with that, or even recall, in those moments, that
we had met and connection. So no, i saw a something scary, like the
people running around i suppose. I was startled and ran, ran through
sandy fields, over fences, down gullies. Id see the creature, just
behind me darting around. I ran so fast and direct right to my home, or
the house i found. I was so full of adrenaline and fear, i just dived
into the sky and out a broken window and rolled in a ball. I came to
rest against a wall, and sat rubbing my ass i had bumped it landing. Now
my needle was back to normal. And a great eruption of laughter rose
out of me. Well first because i w s sitting flustered rubbing my
backside cheek where i had landed so hard. funny. But more because i now
remembered that was my companion. And she had herded me like fleeing
bunny or deer, to get back here quickly. Hah the animal was not being
scary, it was being playfull and putting on a show and i had swallowed
it. Its mind had given me a bit of a magical shove to hurry. So funny. I
had tears of appreciation and mirth in my eyes. We spoke again
laughing, well tendrils way, i liked the good joke of the forms and the
wild animal tag. lol. I stood up and looked around. this part of the
House was both high and low. An addict and abasement. Strange. And there
was a window. It did not correspond to logic. and then, another figure
climbs through the broken out window, that was also a solid boarded up
one.
An old man, deeply wrinkled like from laughing
allot and walking under the dun. But a strong and solid man, the age was
like a sheath over that inherent vitality and strength. full of intent.
He dusted himself neatly as well. We did not speak with words, not
exactly, although there were some. We also did not speak like the
tendrils, or the trees. No this conversation was like lighting up all
the ambient energy between us. And was different yet again, but similar.
No need to seek balance, it was like painting the energy of the the air
and ground and thought at once. He looked around chuckling still,then
was silent. He looked right at passageways portals. A small one with an
old wooden ladder, and then the ones to outside but those were of no
interest. Then he saw the large one in the corner. It was solid, but
also like where a more designed project, like a railroad tunnel, meets a
ramshackle one like a mine. Then he spoke to me again. "thank you for
giving this energy so much form. So much form infact, that i was
inclined to remember to remember to wear clothes! Ha he turned around
like he was modelling a new suite. Heh the clothes were a mismatched
afterthought, it fit the setting and his form so well. Without wasting
more time, first he tried to lead, well not lead i just naturally
followed, down the opening with the wood ladder, that seemed like a deep
shaft. He peered down we saw the wood was rotten, and missing. first he
asked me to help him with that one. But then he changed his mind said
no not yet. and walked for the tunnel opening. I followed him again, i
was mostly doing so to help and see what he saw. I had no real curiosity
per say. Like if someone comes into you room, and takes an interest in
the books on a shelf that you are so familiar with you no longer think
on them, but anothers gaze makes you think of them in a new way. like
that.
We continued down the excavated tunnel. and then it
was a constructed tunnel. there was a clear difference. In doing so, we
had to pass several of the energy gateways, two in fact. The first
tunnel itself was another gateway. So it was a long trip and a short
trip. We exited into a vast vast excavated, but only partially
completed cavern. A cavern so large one could barely see the far ends.
Full of concrete pillars. But it was unfinished. It felt like the
builders had met the excavated tunnel from the other end, and stopped
working here. I knew of this, in some non specific way. I or my kin or
who knows were probably the ones digging from the other end. It was
almost genetic understanding. The old man looked around. the energy lit
up between us in understanding this. Also then the ones who guarded this
edge came. They looked like workmen in coveralls. they held no weapons
but they would not think to manifest that. They had human form but they
were mass produced. Like skins. And again this did not matter. If one
were to rip off those coats, they would just be silver amorphous forms.
We all knew that. there was much communication going on in silence. the
older man was smiling and learning. the workmen were too. Hah they did
not know there were many real beings out there, maybe they thought me or
what of me they had seen was the only one. There was no army here, or
plan to expand, further in our direction, although there complexes must
run under all of reality. I'm not even sure what this was. Ib's?
probably is one way of seeing it. Whatever else was to be discussed i
did not need to be there anymore, or maybe i was just getting tired. I
laughed again with the wrinkled man, and did connect like a tendril, but
it was two projections from the third eye i think. He i met this and
rode it back to normal non constructed dream space. I think he had
business with those workmen and did not leave at the same time. He knew
the way back now anyway lol. (final note the reason the green by the
dead tree moved me was a memory of the other green place i found. that's
what that reminded me to find, and what the others there did not know
of yet)
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 02-01-2012
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 02-13-2012
1/20/12
where I began recording this
dream, I was in a vast glass or crystal “home”. More like a
series of connected rooms, and common areas. It was made of crystal,
and outside it was very dark. And muddy. And barren. My “parents”
had left me, and I was wandering, disengaged, hoping they would
return. But they did not. Long amounts of time I wandered the same
clear halls and rooms, unaware of anything but my waiting. But I grew
tired of that, or perhaps I became more curious as to where I was.
When this happened, I saw I was
not alone, there were many others. About 70-80 men and women. Still I
wandered alone, however. They were different, they were entering and
leaving the vast crystal home under the dark starless sky. They were
tracking mud inside, so a few times my pacing was broken by stepping
in drifts of mud. Still much much time passed. I saw something new. A
plant, or a leaf or branch. What is this new thing? How did it come
to be? Why is it familiar? Still I paced. Latter, I saw another new
thing, through the glass, distant, a great yellow red orb in the sky.
Again what is this? A figure in a robe spoke to me, he had been
standing there waiting. “the sun” you know what a sun is,
remember? I almost did. But this sun gave no light, not here anyway,
where it was dark and muddy and empty. Yet there it was, blazing in
the sky. This was not my parent though, so I turned away and again
began to pace silently. This time when I got to the common room,
another new thing. All the people were in one spot. And making funny
noises...laughter. And they were “speaking” with mouths not
touching thoughts. So I stopped pacing alone and went into the
gathering because it was a new thing again.
People were placing “leaves”
and “stuff” into their mouths, and they were making sounds from
them. I felt no desire to try it myself, but I was confused. I sat
down on a chair...another new thing, sitting. And chair. And looked
around. There were little people, new people? How can there be more
people then there were before. And small. And some of the before
people looked different, Grey and with cracks. The man said again
“age, and children” as usual they didn’t see him, and he spoke
into my mind. Could they see me, no I don’t think so. I never sat,
or spoke, or ate, so how could they see me? As I sat, began feeling a
familiar sensation, not in this dream minds context, but for me in
life. A surging electric pulse, waves pulsing. I let it go farther
then I usually do, I usually wake, or jump if awake and shudder to be
rid of it. Or if im half asleep scream “no”. But this mind did
not know to do those things.
So t struck and struck and my mind, not
dream mind, my mind, twisted and was overwhelmed by electricity. Then
it subsided a bit. And was like listening to a radio. The dream mind
did not understand music. But I was also my lucid self at the same
time. The two spoke to each other like through a vast void. The dream
mind thought it was maybe his father, but not quite. I...didn’t
have a bleeding clue.
This song was nice, rock of
course. Here I though to wake and record, but I did not want to wake.
So as it played, I split the difference. I woke enough to grab my
notepad, and a pen. Dark, could not see just found a page with no
smudges. The music played and the dream mind was fully in the dream,
an anchor, so like this, I recorded my first notes of the night. Some
lyrics, the main lyrics. I wrote over and over “Neeew thing You
thiing. New thing, you thing” all I wrote its all mashed up. Since
i never woke, just split from it I slipped right back in.
The force hit me even harder now,
as soon as I did. I split. Broke. Not quite. I was bisected in
energy, mind, into four compartments it seemed, my self. As twisting
inside itself. Like a intricate spinning globes and gears but alive
and stamped, in itself. I cant explain it. It wasn’t just in the
dream, it was up and down from my body to the core of the earth how
do I explain? I don’t. It was beyond overwhelming. I always feared
this much but I let it hit and twist me for a long time, long long
time, when I first went to write those words, it was still dark in my
room. This happened so long, again I went to write, it was light in
my room. So an hour. Hours, hours and hours in that.
Dream just continued along like a
moment had passed. Now I was aware. And they could see me. There was
a women sitting at another table at a chair. She smiled and it looked
like the top teeth on the right, like three of them, had turned black
or were missing. That figure spoke now not mind. He said.
Eating/Age/life = Decay of form. Change. “Need Dental Work”. Are
Dentists, doctors. And graves. A bit morbid and beautiful I cant
capture the sentiment. Also just a form, game, conception. All were
still a s I was, beofre time. Well the first ones anyway? But
children too. Not ever in that state as the first though. Made here?
The lady smiled and I had another new thing. I smiled back and spoke.
Like a baby but I knew words. I think I ate? Food. First food? Now
the crystal place was empty. Ahh she had come, they kept coming back
until all of them had left. First one in, last one out I was. OK.
Parents/creators not coming back yet, wait there, not here. Goodbye,
home. I already had mud on my soles, feet, so I could walk out. Sun
was rising? Light. Morning comes.
Now was a continuation, but not in
time. I was more myself in mind in dream. I was moving between rooms,
in a realm not the same as dream. In dream, was a house, a guest
house or work building, and a gazebo structure but in crystal glass.
I knew this was same spot as large crystal place from time before
time. This was what it looked like now. Some of the first ones, int
heir now forms, still lived here or maintained it like caretakers. It
was so lovely. The gardens with roses. It was by a sea, the shore
birds cried, and the breeze swayed trees. The gazebo was enclosed by
the same crystal panes. But the house and barn were regular buildings
now. I had always been, in time, possessed by the vision of the
energy curling and moving inside of itself. I was an inventor...i
think this was Victorian times? 1850's? My lives work was fashioning
in form, from copper and crystal, the energy thing. Gears and balls
spinning in each other. I called it the great machine. The great
machine. Sit in the middle. Magic, beyond magic. Was a bit possessed
by making it right. I spent a life being a caretaker, but mostly, in
my snazzy little tweed suit, creating that machine just right. I did
it! Finally! In the Gazebo, by the sea. The great machine. I went
into it, and did it. And it was creation, or a reflection of it.
Contentment. But...
I was right back again. Now it was
now. Like a moment had passed. The house and barn were run down,
there were still caretakers, but they weren’t mindful. They barely
saw me. Confused. I was this guy. Named Andrew. Dream self was waking
self overlay completely now. I was confused. Where is my machine?
What has happened here? I went to the gazebo. There were lines of
people, like school kids bussed to a place. Other owned it now. They
maintained the gardens, but the machine was gone. There were displays
about god and junk int here, it was nice, but the gazebo was a tuning
chamber not a space for displays. I demanded to see the boss, owner.
He spoke to me. By what right do you claim this? Why is it a museum?
Its good to share and let children come, but why are you charging to
come here? I did not like him. He said when the
left, their were debts. And this one had tended the gardens, and
since he was not payed, he took them. I didn’t want to tip my hand,
so I simply asked abdbaout my great machine. He said sent to a
museum...Smithsonian? In Seattle? And gave me an address and phone
number. He still did not see me as I was. I could not help but say.
“you legally did not have the right to do this, debt was with
caretakers, did not entitle you to this place that was not theirs to
trade” but he argued and his staff got hostile and I didn’t want
to tip him off more so I left. To understand what had happened. This
was the end of this story. For now in nights dreaming.
But this was not the end of
dreaming. I was like I am now, but I lived more alone. In a studio in
a renovated art deco building in Los angeles. Writing, doing
something? Close to where i was born. My father kept coming, every
day, he thought we were ridding home from his work, like I would take
him every day up until he died in November. But he was so luminous,
and happy, he was his happy self. Telling me about his day at work.
But I knew he was dead, so there could be no day at work. For five
days this happened, he would arrive at my condo, but think we were
were I live, the real life home, and Id let him drive and come back.
I enjoyed it, but I was worried too over this. I knew I was dreaming.
I didn’t want to remind him he was dead, or this was not real.
Finally he said he had a doctors appointment. He was talking and
interacting with figures in an office. I could see him doing it. But
was he? So I questioned the figures in turn. Now they didn’t see
him, they were scared by what i was saying, a ghost? no...yes...not
us, not here. My dad looked stricken because he could hear. We
returned to my condo, I drove this time. He was fading. Like a
hologram. I asked him...about 1970's los angeles, where and when I
was born. I asked him about Carlos Castaneda specifically. My dad
taught where he taught? Around where he lived. Ill need to ask mom.
He faded more. Not because of the question, he did not address it
yet. He told me he was scared. He could feel himself, draining,
fading away. He spoke in fear of “El chayo” “the sucker” was
removing his energy, him, sucking him away, day by day, he is fading.
I asked thinking about heaven or departing. He was full of fear. No
being consumed. El chayo. Every day, sucks more of him away. So
horrible. I have to do something. What can I do? Where is he whats
happening. I was frantic. I followed the spirits advice. I looked for
a man who spoke of things from my past, that I had been shown. >. When 11/11/11 approached, and he died, I held his spirit
high, not low. When my darkness came, I did not allow myself to be
taken like him, when I collapsed and died the emts came a month or so
ago...more like 2 now. I did what i was asked, what I needed to do.
Why is he fading? Why is this so? I love him so much.
I questioned him again and it
wasnt him. It was like a switch. Was another, different voice. He
told me things, about my question,about Carlos. Wasn’t that
interesting and wasn’t really my point and who believes dreams lol.
It was kinda again I did not wake all the way here is what I
wrote. dreams cant be seen. El Chayo...the sucking man. CC
was worship of “earth entity” “Carthaginian” (tenet/matus
eagle?) Thick soles. Feet. Earth. Mud. Cant read my next notes.
Nyage? Perry? Mesa.>> his was more like not my father so I let
it fade. End of Los Angeles dream.
Again it is now days. My e cig is
banned, but I have an elaborate device like a nook can draw vapor
from. And many many batteries, functions. Intricate like the machine.
A notepad. I am exploring its functionality. Thankful someone got it
for me and now I am finally using it. White eucalyptus flavored vapor
but nice. And many many other hidden functions.
I go and find a child. He had a
cleft lip that was operate don, and his nose is disfigured, so he
stays at home is home schooled by his mother. He is brilliant and
nice kid. We talk about games and stuff. He shows me how hes hacked
a big company, to make sure games go OK. I own 25% of that company,
but I don’t tell him. Hes a kid that lives alone so hes
enthusiastic about what he can do showing me. I suggest he should
probably tell the owners what he did, but hes a good kid im sure it
will be OK, maybe he can help run it. He doesn’t know but hes
thinking about it. He hides away and his mom protects him because
people are assholes. I share a meal with them. Its cereal, and
chocolate milk, pizza and chocolate pudding. His favorite things. His
mother loves him very much. So we eat. Check on the other owners,
they are trying to trace his latest hack. I tell them its OK, I got
it covered its not an attack so they stop. Even if the kid is too
scared, I can cover for him. I like him, I wish he were my son.
Final dream is long like the
first, but im out of juice for writing. So shorter version. I was in
a city. The past, but in the future. I had 1,000 pieces of gold,
coins. I must have been wealthy, because this place was not. I was
depositing them? I was like a teenager or young adult. The man I left
them with, asked me to deliver a package. Seemed like the correct
thing something I did normally, so I agreed. My tunic was kind of
fancy, and I had the nicest horse to ride. I found the man I was to
deliver to. It was strange thing, in strange writing, a packet of
paper. The man seemed more human then human, perfect, like dirt did
not settle on him. He must have seen my curiosity. He showed me the
paper was orders/transit/pass port. On it were clipped ten credit
notes. He said...ahh you delivered it, then you are one who can
afford these. 100 gold pieces became ten credit notes. Paper money.
He let me follow on my horse, or maybe I gave him a ride. He took me
outside. A spaceport? Wait machines can fly? Of course how did I know
spaceport. He got sown and was smiling at me. I got down from horse
too. He said, or I felt “this is a true Roman” He was from space.
Pluto? Pluto was where they lived. At the edge. The colony under a
crystal dome. Ahh...the first dream. Wait when did I sleep to dream,
in the dream i was confused. But I was separated into at least two
levels of awareness again so bare with me. “the true Romans live,
at the edge of space, the first ones, and the guardians of the
children, but also of life and reality. I can go too. Have a ship. I
have more then enough. For ten credits. He waved and boarded a ship.
A spaceport? No one knows? The kings must know...its right here by
the city. But how come people don’t know? Confused like that. So I
think id like to take one of the ships. But the man left with others,
so I need to find others. I find a few friends. I check with the
money keeper. Yes yes can convert it to credits. In just riding my
horse, running a hand over my sword hilt from a scabbard.
Daydreaming. About space. And flying. And other worlds. And seeing
all the poverty here. Why? Why? No answer. Just the horses gallop,
and the feeling of metal hilt in my hand. Thats enough. Wheew am I
tired. I didn’t wake till 4pm. After the energy thing in the first
dream, well I was really tired after that. But a good restful tired.
Good thing I live with family someone checked don me woke me. I still
might be asleep.
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 02-13-2012
Information came about her
Suddenly I live without her
Turn my stereo up louder
I don't want to hear about her
Took myself a small vacation
Kind of an investigation
Checking out a new sensation
Finding much invigoration
Hand is on the buzzer and I'm walking through the door
Get high on a new thing
Get high on a new thing
Everybody wants to find it
Just they're all so narrowminded
See a hill they've got to climb it
May be pots of gold behind it
Worry worry is your answer
If you like your wrinkles faster
Nursing old things makes them last
The way we did it in the past
Everybody telling you
You ain't got no respect
Get High on a new thing
Get high on a new thing
Suicide don't make it
Cause you're lonely in the end
Get high on a new thing
Get high on a new thing
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 03-04-2012
Escape to New
York/Sparkle princes fairy and the little mouse book two.
This night, this night I dove
right in with lucid detail and recall, more energetic in its forms
and structure. I spent much time talking to and identifying each
dreamer present, and those who were awake. Those who were awake, had
great big asterisks over their energetic forms, and it was very funny
and we were all laughing. It had...the quality...of perhaps a group
standing in a theater, a dream theater, lobby, waiting for something
to start. Or at an airport, as the narrative began. So this pre dream
segment out of the way, the story begins. There was a narrator, whose
voice wove the dream, a familiar, masterpiece theater voice, but I
did not reserve awareness to listen to the narration, so his words
are unrecorded as such, the voice was the bridge to dreaming only
this time. Tonight I dive full in. No reservations. This point was
the start of the narrative structure, calling on and hearing the
narrator. This was not a loss of lucidity in any way, it
was...experiencing narrative by consent. I point this out because
well, its something > just mentioned when I read today and it is
relevant in context.
I begin the dream, as myself
waking from my bed. I get up, go through a stylized rendition of my
waking routine. At some point during this symbolic day, I receive a
phone call. It is Dr Rodriguez, my old debate coach the instructor I
was a Teachers assistant for and took some of his lower level classes
over when I was an almost graduate student. He wanted me to come on a
trip to new york, with the whole team again. There was an overlap of > and the past. He had a mental break I ran the debate program for a
year with the department chair so it made scenes why he would ask me,
in character. Well this was great. I was happy to travel again, and
see my friends spend time with them. The fun we would have together
in new cities, places, being challenged and learning. Of course I
said, I will come, thank you for remembering me. I begin packing my
suitcase right away, and my sister takes me to the airport and waits
with me. I’m so excited. Time seemed to be going real time, So a
day seemed like it was a day, with all the details and routines
activities of a day. I bought a cinabun at the airport waiting for
the flight, for example, and got sticky in my goatee, wetted a paper
napkin absentmindedly and cleaned my beard looking out the airport
windows at the planes coming and going. That level of detail. No I am
not writing it as such, it would be 900 pages and even more dull.
Lol.
The flight was great, smooth,
nice. No one with me yet im coming from my area. It was a direct
flight thank god, from Ontario airport in ca to new york. I flew
southwest, hah no first class. Had enough legroom was OK. Liked
watching out the window as the country changes from my area to
mountain west, plains then forests. Flew over the great lakes. On the
trip I savored the small bag of honey roasted peanuts, each on was so
delicious, and my can of soda and plastic cup. I drank cactus cooler.
It was great. I was wearing my debating suite, my old one, double
breasted, my favorite tie, had my briefcase full of legos lol. I was
mellow, listening to the plastic airplane headphones and piped in
classical music they used to have. Arriving at new york was great,
wasn’t like reality did a fly around. I had a pang seeing where the
towers used to be, now gone, statue of liberty made me smile as
always. Heres the first reminder, not that i needed it, that I was
dreaming. The statue of liberty winked at me. And i could eagle eye
see in the crown, where the ghost-busters were giving thumbs up.
Always ready to spring into action if needed i suppose. Like >
mentioned was the case for her, that portrait of Vigo always got
under my skin and into scary dreams. Well they were here, ray egon
and the rest just incase... lol. It was funny thinking about that
forum interaction I laughed and removed the plastic headphones. The
music playing at that time was maybe flight of the bumble bees.
Perfect. Downed the last few peanuts, washed it down with the last
bit of soda. And the plane came in for a landing. Always that
anticipation before I feel the wheels touch. I love that moment.
Especially if ive been holding water not wanting to use airplane
bathroom. Luckily, that level of detail was not quite implemented.
Lol. Or perhaps I had a dream nagual bladder. Magic!
So I go find my luggage, and walk
around a bit then wait at the spot I knew to wait for the others.
Again If I needed to know this was a dream the fact we all arrived,
all the people coming, at the same time in that spot, and had no
trouble finding my luggage it was infact the first bag I saw, further
hinted this was a dream. So when I saw the others coming, I laughed
again. Hah the narrator had forgotten to remove the asterisk over the
energies that were awake different level. He stopped speaking
creating the reality, and laughed when I raised my energy hand to
tell him. He reached in and kinda plucked them, the asterisks, like
plucking an unruly hair from ones eyebrow. It was funny, although to
some in the terminal it was...biblical. But no matter their eyes soon
glazed and they looked confused and forgot. Just like in the what we
call the real world happens.
Now it is night so we go to the
hotel, talk in the shuttle van, it takes about 45 minutes by my watch
im wearing. I do check a few times lol. No group meal this night,
people are tired want to sleep. Im tired it was a long dream day. I
pick at the brochures of attractions in the room. Its not a swank
hotel, like a budget place no need to be fancy on university budget
haha. Flip around the dream TV. No programs that have ever existed.
If you find yourself lucid, and by a TV, try watching either the
dream version of the religious stations, or like I like to do, the
history Chanel. The documentaries will blow your mind. Literally.
Maybe its best not too. Lol. Anyway I get bored of TV. After awhile.
I open the nightstand by the bed looking for a book. I laugh it will
probably be a Gideon bible or some places, being all sensitive, might
have a Koran in their too now with the bible. Well this looks like a
hotel bible. But instead of the holy bible it says. “Escape to New
York/Sparkle princes fairy and the little mouse book two” In gold
lettering. Now im really intrigued. Escape FROM new york was with
snake pliskan, and Sparkle princes fairy was one of my own dreams. So
I take it and open it. There is an introduction. It reads something
like. “To Andrew, for reading if you get bored, the narrator”
written in cursive. First I read the introduction. Of course its by
an aspect of myself who wrote it lol. I skim the first 4 chapters.
Its a mix of recent days, what im writing now, and **** so out of
this world it would turn Deep space pale with fright. Haha not fright
but its something. So I skip ahead until I find myself skipping ahead
in the book. To that spot. And then I really start to read. Most my
awareness now goes into that story. And yet im reading a book. Just
like when one really gets into a story but more so. I laugh, because
this whole dream is a dream theater being narrated. It gets real
complex if I worried about it. But I did not. Lol. Enter book.
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 03-04-2012
I sat atop my wagon, my gypsy wagon.
To my right and to my left, were lanterns. Each was a single white
lite brite peg, suspended from the canopy over my head. The metal
bench I sat on was covered with fronds of green grass to make it
soft. Three or for fronds... grass is so thick and large. I had my
tail running across the bench but under a frond of grass because it
was a bit cold. I held the reins tightly in my paws, but I really
didn’t need them. The steeds were good caterpillars, id had them
for a week, they were old, but reliable, and I loved them for it. My
home was my wagon, for so long now I can hardly recall a time before
I had it. I was traveling, I came under the great sheet mountain in
my little cart, across the plains and through the forest, I was
heading towards the great square mountain, far across the plains
nestled in the corner of the plains where they met the sheet
mountains. It was so strange, stacked next to it were great logs,
each 10 times the length and 8 times the width of a man, stacked high
like hills, but not as high as the hollow mountain. Hollow mountain
had no top, it was magic place. Where other people lived. So I
traveled. I wish I could read what the side of my wagon said,
something like “Strike Anywhere”. It was an alien tongue, a
mystery. Sometimes I see the gods. One dropped this near a great fire
in a metal mountain, so I took it, as it I think meant I was supposed
to, for the gods had bestowed it. So I rode, and told stories of
those gods I had seen. Why could the other snot see, so high, in the
sky, legs like trees of stone. Footsteps that echo. Other people said
it was thunder, or those were just more things in background moving
slow. But sometimes, I could see them moving fast and they were
alive. Real. I itched my chin. And thought on this some more.
Finally, we entered the hollow
mountain. Mount tool shed id heard it called, I don’t know where
that name came from. From a thousand years ago probably. The other
people, the came out to see me. The light from the sun glinted on
their eyes. They didn’t seem very friendly. Their fur was a bit
darker then mine. They hadn’t really build homes, just kinda nested
everywhere in cracks. They crapped all over their own valley. Ahh,
these were cavemen. I stood in front of my wagon, and petted my
caterpillars. They needed rest and fresh leaves. I gave them my grass
padding, like I always do. I stood out front and bowed. The other
people just looked at me. Now I was confused. One came and sniffed me
like an animal and ran back. It went on and on like this. Nobody
spoke. And they sometimes stood on their legs like real people, but
most of the time ran around on all fours like animals. Like my
caterpillars. When night came, I lit a campfire in front of the
wagon. I was bored, so I took out my lute, I made it from a reed and
a strange acorn/thimble. And some of my own whiskers. And began
playing. By the fire, to myself. These looked like people, but where
they people? Was I still alone, like all my life, a whole year,
forever. Now I am getting old, and still searching. I put all of this
into my song, and sang with a voice.
All the people, they came and
touched me, when I played. The leader, he reached for the lute I gave
it to him. He tried playing, just a noise but soon he was playing
well. The night lasts for three weeks, like the day. As life flows.
Ill speed up the writing here hehe. When morning came, the people
were like real people. Walking on back legs, learning to talk, to
play music, some had built wagons like mine. To travel. Some of those
travelers, who now could speak and play, left before the morning.
What a morning, what a day! We built a true city, with walls to keep
out snakes, we left our poop in tubes and it shot out the hollow
hill. Music and art, laughter and dance and love. Finally, I had
found home. Home. The place for which I searched. Weeks and weeks,
the perfect day. And then came the dusk. And with it, Destruction,
and death.
She stood like a mountain, this
god. And she brought with her a...monster. A Cat, black as night,
with teeth larger then a man. How the cat towered, like an elephant
so large, so large. And fast. The others were wrong. They were not
slow walkers, they just LIVED sower, but they were fast, fast to
pounce, fast to kill. The walls, the god throws them down talking
about the mess, the beast, the great beast, it kills...eats, grabs
and I hear the people screaming. As it shaked them, disembowels them,
eats them. I look to the god to help, but she does not care. She
seems...glad...the beast works for the god? She wants us out, dead.
Why must we all die, why is our city destroyed, why? I m not afraid.
The gods gave me my wagon. And visions of their slow fast walking. So
I wait. Right in the middle. Wait. For fate. I want to know. And I am
not afraid, I want to KNOW.
She pulls a great object from her
dress pocket. A fork? How do I know that word, fork? And pins my tail
in it. In the middle. For the cat to eat...and he comes...muzzle with
the blood of the other people. I...know this cat.
I...remember...another time. When I said eeeeeeeeeek like I was
shrieking now. And the house that flew. Riverside ca. A post about
that dream. What is a dream, I am confused.
I know this god, and this beast.
Almost, like from a dream. I cry out...WHHHHHHy? WHHHHHHHHHy? BABA?
My baba, my friend (the black cat) why do you do this evil thing? It
is baba, onyx, my cat that disappeared more then a year now. He turns
to the god, he voice. She says what is it,
she calls him another name. It snot quite baba baba was old. Im
reemerging with the mind reading somewhat here it gets unclear even
for me to tell haha.
She turns to the cat, and says,
what is it, did he tell you to stop? Laughing. Shes just a little
girl, maybe a teen, young. Not a god. Cleaning a shed in the back of
the yard. No a hollow valley, and a forest, and the plains. No the
back yard and some bushes and the tool shed. I can not accept it,
that my whole world is something else, and so small. No! I am a
person, not a mouse, not vermin. So I call to her, when she looks
like she will stomp me dead. I cry again, plead. “I am alive, I am
a peeeerson. Don’t you remember me, I loooved you, you looove me,
remember? Remember? And she does. Little mouse!
She cried, and scoops me up, you are
alive, you are real...i thought you were a dream. I thought the gods
were almost dreams too.
I am sad for those that died, but
she was kind, when she knew we were people too. She protected the
valley, and buried the dead. Until it was her time to wander, as even
gods do sometimes when they grow up, from home it seems. But that was
many years, many generation in the future, past when I was dead. Now
she kept me with her, the god I remembered. I think she raised me,
and I got out of the cage. But she remembered me, and that I could
speak. So I lived, the second part of my life, back with the gods.
Reading, learning. This little god, she would take me with her in her
shirt pocket, were i would sleep in a ball. One day, when I was very
old, we took an airplane. And I was new, a meeting. I saw a strange
man. I KNEW him. He grabbed his luggage, and smiled. He had a goatee.
He thought he had cleaned it, but I saw a clump of cinnabun icing
still in his beard. What a goof. His suite looked like it would taste
good. Hah he did not notice the moths had already eaten some. Why did
no one else see the holes in the coat? Maybe they are like that gods.
Cant see the fine details. And then, I die.
I was so old, little mouse. The
god did not know when I died, but I did, in that shirt pocket. I
left, though, into the funny messy man. Who was, after all, always
me. Latter, he read a book, and I went out of his awareness, with it,
and into its words. My words, my life, my world. I am in it, in the
energy, words, forever, it is my home. My caterpillars, the city we
built, the god who loved me, and learned that we were people like
her. I live there forever, with her, with the all. And I can still
leave, I just did, but I am energy. I am the form it is given by the
words. Am I created, or did I create the man in the airport? Who is
dreaming. Am I, the little mouse, lucid, and him the figment. I do
not know. I do not care. I just am. I go back, into the words, that
are reality. The story. That only fixes the power into a form. I am
at peace, and immortal. Little mouse. Never forget us. Never forget
me.
I stop reading there.
I...I...don’t know what to say. I don’t wake yet, I said im going
all in, all in with the narrator this night. But I cry. But im not
even sure why. I’m happy, and sad, and I cant explain. Yes, my
mind was just blown. I know there is no way to explain what I just
lived saw. When i wake. But ill try. It might actually kill me, but
ill try. Hah well I just did it I think. End of part 2. I need
another break now I am I cant explain. I need calm rest. In the
dream, I bowed my head as if in prayer, hah I called on baba babaji
too. And then I was able to sleep a dreamless sleep in the dream. So
when I write some more it is last part. Part three.
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 03-04-2012
I have a restful nights sleep. Its not
entirely true to say it was dreamless. I dream of little mouse allot.
How I love him, even if he is just me or im just him? Lol. He is
happy, in energy. And his story is not done, just because he died
outside his narrative home. He thinks he dies allot its OK not to be
sad. There is always further adventures. So God speed, little HUGE
man, and thank you. So I wake, I get the lame continental
breakfast...a chewy bagel and some orange juice in a plastic cup.
Well is OK. Not dreaming to get fat hah. And I meet the rest of the
team/other dreamers in the lobby. I notice the person who had little
mouse in the pocket looks...troubled. But I don’t ask, im not sure
it was real like that. Maybe they had a dream in the dream of it?
Leave it be hehe. Let it be. I hum the song to myself quite a bit as
I chew that chewy bagel. We are going to the same college from the
last dream we came to new york. I could not in the dream or now
writing remember what I said it was called. It snot actually in new
york, we were taking a rental van. Somebody noted that the American
seat of the Dali llama is in that city too. Ill look it up when im
done. What it was called again. But since I was thinking dango I
should remember in the dream and didn’t, ill leave it as it was
haha.
We are going to stay at the
college. For the event. We go through a tunnel underneath he east
river, and I like looking at the lights and the bridge etc. And I
loose recall...it gets hazier and hazier like raven explained in the
going to the house, until there is just energy left without time. So
that’s that. I don’t remember being out there. But then it gets
clearer and clearer. We are at the university, and also in new york
somehow. Two places were joined where don’t need a van re arranged
for the last part. I...it is the last night of the trip, the night
before we all fly back, I have full recall again. Nobody can really
talk about what we just did, so much of our conversations revolved
around trying to remember. Where we were, what we say. Like a
puzzle,a game, we aren’t worried. Its fun.
We decide to go to little corner
restaurant, looks good. Italian seafood, southern Italy not northern
cuisine. I am so happy, after whatever just transpired, so at peace,
and just happy to be there with my friends. We talk about so many
things, long period of time. We are in no hurry for the food. I sip a
hard cider, its nice. I drift from conversation. I still have the
little mouse book. I am trying to read about the time that I cant
recall. The 2 days that are missing. I can read it fine. But as soon
as I do, I forget the next moment. I can read the whole section over
and over and know it, but I cant speak as I do, no way of copying it.
As soon as I stop reading its gone, like the people in the airport
that saw the hand of god plucking asterisks. But its OK. Reading it
feels good, warm, wonderful. Its still living in the book, even in
words form. Like little mouse. someone asks me what im reading,
and I show them the cover. They ask if it is a childrens book? I
chuckle until I have tears coming down my face, but not in a way that
makes them upset, makes them laugh too. I say yes, yes, definitely a
book written for children, and I sort of sweep my gaze around the
entire city so the meaning is clear and we both chuckle till we have
tears. I put the book back in my jacket. The food has come.
Ahh the food! I ordered tiny
filled pasta. But small, like hazelnuts. Im not sure what to expect.
It looks like a dish that can go very wrong very easy. Overcooked,
undercooked. The filling. But no, its sublime. In such small perfect
pastas, they managed to take a tiny jewel of fish, and infuse it,
like crystal in stone, in a small piece of the most sublime cheese,
infuse it with seafood flavor, that complimented the flavored pasta,
that was in a bowl, and seasoned with the most buttery, yet tangy
fish stock flavor sauce...yet so thin, like the sheen of dew on
grass. Sublime. The essence of sea food, and dairy, and a tangy
pasta, together, perfect flavor. Perfect conception to the dish.
Perfect for my hunger at the moment. Sublime, beyond sublime. A small
portion, savoring each one. I thought the dream airplane peanuts were
good...hah! Hah! Ill never taste such perfection waking. You know on
south park, the sign behind chef “school food is good food” Well
“dream food is god food” lol. If I could cook that, id go on
hells kitchen and yell, with full authority, at chef Ramsey that it
is HIS risotto that is ****! Lol. Sigh. I ate reheated lasagna for
dinner. Bah. Hehe. The rest of y’all someone got looked like
sunfish but lightly pan fried with some sort or aromatic, like
jasmine but red, spice sprinkle don it. Looked pretty good too.
Their perfect dish of the moment no doubt. My fork was tiny I ate one
piece at a time. We ate like that as long as we wanted too So
happy.
Finally, the meal was done. We
were relaxing now, sipping drinks, not talking. There was the
strangest man. He was a homeless man. He was walking around tables,
clowning each person, but was not removed. He was also ignored by the
other tables. Well we liked him...i liked him. I looked at him, and
from my memory, he became...the homeless guy from night court, that
the sleazy lawyer always had work for him doing weird jobs. He saw us
at the table and approached smiling. And pulled up a chair. But now,
something magic, without a big fuss, sorta organicly, he changed from
that character, to a perfect rendition of the judge from night court,
judge Stone...Harry. So we played along, like we were characters
from that TV show. Somebody got to be bull. I did not get to be bull.
Thats kinda sad in retrospect. Bull kicked ass. Lol. Judge hary stone
character was also a stand in For >, as usual I was having trouble
figuring exactly where I had seen him, like the just missed someone
thing. Hah but he was on the trip too. So the character was hamming
that aspect a bit as well. He was, as judge stone, talking about some
of his pranks and rulings, in a funny and relaxed way.
But then he stopped. And he
changed from both of those homeless men to another homeless form.
This one was ragged, and had bare feet. Not a happy magical homeless
man. His breath rattled in his lungs, and he looked tired. I have a
pang in my heart. A memory. Of my tonal life.
I am in third grade again. > My
father was taking me to MC donalds. He hardly ever did this maybe 13
times I can remember in childhood...so it was kinda special. My dads
answer to everything was to say we don’t have the money, and it was
true I guess, but it was a stock answer. So I was afraid to ask for
shoes that fit, and to go to the doctor, things like that. But this
day, he too me to MC donalds. There was a homeless man, by the street
with his sign for food. As often happens around those places sure.
Seen it before. But this time, as it happened, it seemd different. It
struck me. For some reason. I could not eat. I took my whole happy
meal uneaten and gave it to him i was ready to cry. It was strange.
Maybe he wanted money for whatever, you know hehe. But I
think...doing that...he cried. He just cried. And took it and sat
looking at it. He looked me in the eye. His eyes looked like mine
often do now, when I am sad. I was not sure then, or now, which of us
he cried for. I think both. See, this homeless man saw, in those
eyes. And we both cried again, for an instant. But then I laughed. In
my mind. Because now, id have to share that what has to sound sappy
and fake moment, like the kind of story people you should not trust
share to prove trick you into thinking you should. Now I too must be
lame? Thanks I laughed. Hah this homeless man laughed even
louder...this whole thing was the time of a contact of the eyes.
He changed form again, lotus,
floating, and rose...we...well we remembered who we went to see, haha
in the different forms. But only that much. Babaji. As he left I
reached out with one of my tendrils, energy, to ask if I could please
remember. Please. To write something. He laughed but in it was if you
wish but there was some...like asking for a heavier burden. Funny,
clear laughter tendril to tendril. And then he was gone. Well, hah
now we did not have to wonder about the trip, jut what happened. But
it was not important. So we walked back to our rooms, on this, the
last night. A crisp but not cold, evening. Sometimes I walked with
people, sometimes on my own, like across central park, then narrow
streets. Now some of the other students, they asked if I wanted to
smoke. I said I have a few cigarettes left real ones and my ecig. No
they meant like “little ganja smoke ally” lol. I was lol...well
nah im fine hehe. I had some cider I was good.
I found my way back to
dorms/hotel. I started smoking in a hall. Suddenly im worried. Im
inside. Cant smoke inside. Wanting to get out fast to smoke it not
waste it, but just room doors. Funny the things that bring me panic.
I see some people...nurses? I say please I forgot lit up I nee dot
put it out or go outside...im for the first time in dream panicking
funny like I said. Finally I see a medicated pad put out my cigarette
with that and crumple it throw it away. I mumble im sorry tot he
nurses. I walk away, and I hear them talking. How funny it is I worry
so much. How much I want to be clean of addiction, but don’t
realize some of it is rituals in magic not addiction. Another chimes
how her brother smoked Was an addiction etc. I calm down. This was
the closest I came to loosing lucidity. Well, **** last smoke till
next weekend (that’s my step down ATM, smoke on weekend, e cig on
weekdays lol...unless I really want to)
For the first time I feel lost.
In this dreaming. Forlorn. Separate. But down the hospital hall, come
s a parade. Of EMT s with all the gear, so vivid and real. The
ghostbusters? Lol from the statue. My friends that took the trip, now
dressed as surgeons. Some are pushing a burned man, a comatose man, a
zombie woman. What the heck lol. They aren’t real people, they are
like Halloween props. Hah the guy who was doing some bum bud now is a
raking surgeon. Come on they say, come on...join the parade! Last
night, join the parade, the trip. Here we go. Hah I find a spot. Sure
im not in costume, but I figure I will be soon enough if I don’t
worry about it. This is how the dreaming ends, im laughing, we are
singing the hospital song, some of us pushing effigies of our health
past or problems, like doctors, see, doctors doing that. Well its
funny, and happy, like a “food court musical” and thats how this
dream ended, and how I woke, laughing and singing the “here we go,
sorta slow, our problems in tow, but what the hell, here we go, hay
ho! Song. Yea, I dig it. Lol Fin.
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 03-04-2012
Lyrics to Be Chrool To Your Scuel :
Be cruel to your school
'cause you may never get another
Be cruel to your school
In the name of rock and roll
Be cruel to your school
Just like a sister or a brother
Be cruel to your school
In the name of rock and roll
Well i don't think i'll make it through another day
It's eight o'clock and all ain't well
My brain hurts so much it's startin' to decay
And i'm livin' in my private hell
Didn't somebody tell me this would be so great
Be the best thing i ever had?
How come they never told me 'bout the word "exaggerate"
How'd somethin' so good get so bad?
'cause hey, i gotta know
Am i slow?
Where do i go from here?
Do abc's
And 123's
Mean that much to me, that much to me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Be cruel to your school
'cause you may never get another
Be cruel to your school
In the name of rock and roll
Be cruel to your school
Just like a sister or a brother
Be cruel to your school
In the name of rock and roll
Sing it alice
I see them walkin' 'round like the livin' dead
Ain't they got nothin' between their ears
How come they don't seem to hear a single word i say?
They ain't the only ones who're bored to tears
Now there must be a better way to educate
'cause this way ain't workin' like it should
Can't they just invent a pill or frozen concentrate
That makes you smarter and taste, mmm, so good
'cause hey i gotta know
What i'll have to show
When i hi-hi-ho it from here
Will i be in pain
Or will i have a brain
Or will i go insane, i've gone insay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ane
'cause hey i gotta know
What i'll have to show
When i hi-hi-ho it from here
Do abc's and 123's
Mean that much to me
That much to me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Be cruel to your school
'cause you may never get another
Be cruel to your school
In the name of rock and roll
Be cruel to your school
Just like a sister or a brother
Be cruel to your school
In the name of rock and roll
Be cruel to your school
'cause you may never get another
Be cruel to your school
In the name of rock and roll
Be cruel to your school
Just like a sister or a brother
Be cruel to your school
In the name of rock and roll
All right
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 03-04-2012
Let It Grow lyrics
Standing at the crossroads
trying to read the signs
To tell me which way I should
go to find the answer
And all the time I know
Plant your love and let it grow.
Let it grow
let it grow
Let it blossom
let it flow
In the sun
the rain
the snow
Love is lovely
let it grow.
Looking for a reason
to check out of my mind
Playing hard to get a
friend that I can count on
When there's nothing left to show
Plant yout love and let it grow.
Let it grow
let it grow
Let it blossom
let it flow
In the sun
the rain
the snow
Love is lovely
let it grow.
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/e/eric-clap ... yrics.html ]
Time is getting shorter
there's much for you to do
Only ask and you will
get what you are needing
The rest is up to you
Plant your love and let it grow.
Let it grow
let it grow
Let it blossom
let it flow
In the sun
the rain
the snow
Love is lovely
let it grow.
Let it grow
let it grow
Let it blossom
let it flow
In the sun
the rain
the snow
Love is lovely
let it grow.
Let it grow
let it grow
Let it blossom
let it flow
In the sun
the rain
the snow
Love is lovely
let it grow.
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - glance left - 03-04-2012
Ahhh...nice! Dream buffet...thank you Sen. *puts on a bib that says "Further" across the front in curly font and ladles the vivid glistening cutlets heaping onto his plate"
Bon....apetite!
A thread for some of my archived dreams. - Senear - 03-04-2012
lol What do you want for 23$