11-03-2010, 12:00 AM
A very perplexing dream from Waking Nomad:
I am everywhere... in so many dreams...
too much light and dark energy flowing through me out of balance... it pulses...
First I vomit light energy, then dark energy
I slow the frequencies down.
I explode with a surge of light, and am a million atoms which are suns.
I feel my electrons dance and sing with sentience.
I feel at once confused, terrified, and amazed.
I am me again. I am Pan.
I am on Urth.
I am watching my Pan-self from a dream a year ago with Raven.
I am on a mountain... the humans come... I stop them first pushing a
huge boulder on to the road, then with a foot stomp which creates an
earthquake, then I make earth spikes come up...
I watch the dream progress.
don Juan appears.
Now
you see the importance and pointlessness of everything. Everything in
the universe is one thing, therefore all of existence, all matter,
non-matter, energy is all in one single point. There is no time, there
are no dimensions. We are all aspects of the same one god universe
thing perceiving itself in different ways. And yet, All is infinite,
therefore everything exists. I hope you are finally beginning not to
understand. Stop trying to understand everything, and just accept
things for what they are. You can deliberately choose which dream you
want to perceive. You are not living a certain amount of lives. You are
living an infinite number of lives. Therefore it is impossible to
perceive all your existences and all your dreams simultaneously because
your mind is finite, though your existence is not. You chose before you
were born your perception and your form. So, no go with it, and relearn
the lesson I taught you last lifetime.
I focus on one perception. Don Juan is now a fox, and I am a hare. We are in a dry scrubland between a desert and a forest.
"You are not going to eat me are you, Mr. Fox?"
"No, boy. You are too big. We are the same size. Or are we?"
Don Juan grows large and grotesque. I cannot look away. His flesh begins to rot, and worms crawl in his giant fox-man body.
His mouth opens and forms a black hole.
I summon a huge silver dish cover, and cover him with it. I lift it up,
and he is a live suckling pig with an apple in his mouth. Tears of
blood drip from his left eyes. He whimpers softly.
"Don't you eat me!"
I feel revolted yet fascinated, then suddenly insane. I turn into a werewolf.
"I will eat you, little pig little pig in a most decrapitatious way! HHAHA!"
I summon a fork, and dig into his flesh. It tastes like kalua pig.
Where I dug into him, there is blood, but after I dig it out, it's
fully cooked.
He makes his hooves into jets and flies away.
A giant flyswatter comes down from the sky and swats us both. There is
a big black lady that looks like a cartoon, with the face of don Juan
mixed with a demonic Cheshire cat.
I turn into a Pan action figure.
STOP TORMENTING ME, YOU ****!
Don Juan opens a portal, and jumps through. I follow him. We are in a
dungeon. There is a man being tortured. It's me. He is being whipped,
chained to a stone wall. The man with the whip has the head of a bull
on. I kick him in the back, breaking his spine, and the bull head flies
off. The man is me.
I shoot astral tentacles at both me's. I absorb them into me.
That's not what you are supposed to do!
I am tired of your ****, shaman! All your puzzles and riddles and crazy
games, all your bullshit. I am all done with you! Fed up! Stop trying
to make me doubt my actions. I don't care if I am not aware of the
physical state, or if you are some type of dream guide or some awesome
dead guy blah blah blah.... I only had those stupid IB dreams when
guess what? I had them when I was reading your book.
You think you know everything about dreaming.
That
would be Carlos that thinks he knows everything about dreaming. You see
he took what I said, and expounded upon it, and perceived me in his own
way. What he did not realize was that I was referencing a very specific
world that is not universal to all dreaming, but it is a path that he
had chosen for himself. Just as hallucinogens were necessary for one
such as him to be inducted into the wayless path, his perception of the
dream plane, a very abstract one was necessary for him to understand
dreaming. But, what he did not understand was I was teaching him a
perception that was to be for him alone. Other may perceive it
similarly, but not so universally as he so egotistically thought.
Carlos was always fascinated by a new experience, even if it was an old
experience forgotten, but never understood the true purpose which is to
perceive energy not as its truest form, but it's purest form, which is
this:
Everything changes into colored energy.
Now you see me for what I am, a dream character of Carlos Castaneda. It
is true that I am real. It is also true he met me in waking life. But,
I have no physical form. He was awake when we met because of the
hallucinogens he took. He had many dreams and many drug trips that were
so real, they were memories to him, which of course, they are. He had
dreams taking drugs, and when he was on a drug, he would take another
drug in his head, in the drug trip. I am at once a sentient entity, a
collection of thoughts and projections based on plant experiences and
the energy of a multitude of dreamers. But, at my core I am a creation
of Carlos Castaneda, yet I am real.
I am everywhere... in so many dreams...
too much light and dark energy flowing through me out of balance... it pulses...
First I vomit light energy, then dark energy
I slow the frequencies down.
I explode with a surge of light, and am a million atoms which are suns.
I feel my electrons dance and sing with sentience.
I feel at once confused, terrified, and amazed.
I am me again. I am Pan.
I am on Urth.
I am watching my Pan-self from a dream a year ago with Raven.
I am on a mountain... the humans come... I stop them first pushing a
huge boulder on to the road, then with a foot stomp which creates an
earthquake, then I make earth spikes come up...
I watch the dream progress.
don Juan appears.
Now
you see the importance and pointlessness of everything. Everything in
the universe is one thing, therefore all of existence, all matter,
non-matter, energy is all in one single point. There is no time, there
are no dimensions. We are all aspects of the same one god universe
thing perceiving itself in different ways. And yet, All is infinite,
therefore everything exists. I hope you are finally beginning not to
understand. Stop trying to understand everything, and just accept
things for what they are. You can deliberately choose which dream you
want to perceive. You are not living a certain amount of lives. You are
living an infinite number of lives. Therefore it is impossible to
perceive all your existences and all your dreams simultaneously because
your mind is finite, though your existence is not. You chose before you
were born your perception and your form. So, no go with it, and relearn
the lesson I taught you last lifetime.
I focus on one perception. Don Juan is now a fox, and I am a hare. We are in a dry scrubland between a desert and a forest.
"You are not going to eat me are you, Mr. Fox?"
"No, boy. You are too big. We are the same size. Or are we?"
Don Juan grows large and grotesque. I cannot look away. His flesh begins to rot, and worms crawl in his giant fox-man body.
His mouth opens and forms a black hole.
I summon a huge silver dish cover, and cover him with it. I lift it up,
and he is a live suckling pig with an apple in his mouth. Tears of
blood drip from his left eyes. He whimpers softly.
"Don't you eat me!"
I feel revolted yet fascinated, then suddenly insane. I turn into a werewolf.
"I will eat you, little pig little pig in a most decrapitatious way! HHAHA!"
I summon a fork, and dig into his flesh. It tastes like kalua pig.
Where I dug into him, there is blood, but after I dig it out, it's
fully cooked.
He makes his hooves into jets and flies away.
A giant flyswatter comes down from the sky and swats us both. There is
a big black lady that looks like a cartoon, with the face of don Juan
mixed with a demonic Cheshire cat.
I turn into a Pan action figure.
STOP TORMENTING ME, YOU ****!
Don Juan opens a portal, and jumps through. I follow him. We are in a
dungeon. There is a man being tortured. It's me. He is being whipped,
chained to a stone wall. The man with the whip has the head of a bull
on. I kick him in the back, breaking his spine, and the bull head flies
off. The man is me.
I shoot astral tentacles at both me's. I absorb them into me.
That's not what you are supposed to do!
I am tired of your ****, shaman! All your puzzles and riddles and crazy
games, all your bullshit. I am all done with you! Fed up! Stop trying
to make me doubt my actions. I don't care if I am not aware of the
physical state, or if you are some type of dream guide or some awesome
dead guy blah blah blah.... I only had those stupid IB dreams when
guess what? I had them when I was reading your book.
You think you know everything about dreaming.
That
would be Carlos that thinks he knows everything about dreaming. You see
he took what I said, and expounded upon it, and perceived me in his own
way. What he did not realize was that I was referencing a very specific
world that is not universal to all dreaming, but it is a path that he
had chosen for himself. Just as hallucinogens were necessary for one
such as him to be inducted into the wayless path, his perception of the
dream plane, a very abstract one was necessary for him to understand
dreaming. But, what he did not understand was I was teaching him a
perception that was to be for him alone. Other may perceive it
similarly, but not so universally as he so egotistically thought.
Carlos was always fascinated by a new experience, even if it was an old
experience forgotten, but never understood the true purpose which is to
perceive energy not as its truest form, but it's purest form, which is
this:
Everything changes into colored energy.
Now you see me for what I am, a dream character of Carlos Castaneda. It
is true that I am real. It is also true he met me in waking life. But,
I have no physical form. He was awake when we met because of the
hallucinogens he took. He had many dreams and many drug trips that were
so real, they were memories to him, which of course, they are. He had
dreams taking drugs, and when he was on a drug, he would take another
drug in his head, in the drug trip. I am at once a sentient entity, a
collection of thoughts and projections based on plant experiences and
the energy of a multitude of dreamers. But, at my core I am a creation
of Carlos Castaneda, yet I am real.