10-26-2013, 12:00 AM
10/24-15/13 2 Crude dudes, Broadcast, coats.
Lots of dreaming, energy for recall was so-so. Bit fragmentary, also i wrote over myself in several places im not sure ill be able to recover all of it.
1. Barely remembered now and barely noted. A city, forming on and out of layers of dream energy. A central lake...or pond. Remember a story of a town named pond with no pond. But this one does. The city swirls around it, like its the center of a vortex...a large well...barell sided...more like a wood hot tub. A (Candle? is Chosen?) the lake well spills out, and soon its not a hottub well in a town, the town is flooded and gone...now its a vast lake. A cat. A cat Spirit rises from the center of the lake, wearing a shimmering dress. I go into the lake.
Ocean far away
You and I will fight the wind
All the storms at sea
We shall lead the way
Sailing through the waves
Mermaids sing their deadly songs
Pull away our souls
in the darkness sea
2. School, another travel to a school or place of learning, but it was different the the usual setting. It was a stone manor in the countryside, and it felt less oppressive somehow. I was excited to travel, i had gotten my passport finally, albeit only in dreaming...and really, when have i needed one? But that was besides the point, it was like getting something done for myself and that set my mood/tone. the sky, line sin the sky...Sky...opens. Is means of travel and recieving information. It is a boarding school, there is a Dorm wing for students, but not indivivule rooms, its like they have for young students. But here, we are adults. There are " 2 Crude Dudes" i think of their...well, juvanile ignorance in the mold of "rocksteady and Bee-bop" Which were two bone head villians from the teenage mutant ninja turtles cartoon lol. Its more then an association, one has a spirit totem like a Rhino, and the other a Warthog...thats why i deem them as such. I think they must be bad, at first, but they are just DENSE. Like their energy is DENSE and thick headed. On the other hand, they play their role...for the rest of dreaming, in human form, they fill in for "the 2 bad guys". But they arent bad, they are good, and its ok to extend them love...the unconcerned beneficial kind not even the sort of love called friendship. this established a few references in dreaming. Rocksteady and Bee-bop, and then from that, i sorta had a perception of "teenage mutant ninja turtles". To be clear, i never dreamed of those characters as such, not was it at all like that....asilly cartoon. It was the way i fixed awareness on certain energies, as a trick for recall, but also, as a way to hold onto them...this perception, on another level outside the dream. And the dream helped me in that, by providing subtle cues on that theme...as the dreaming progressed.
3. Some time latter, a specific class. I was trying...and showing, how to open walls of energy and pull other dreamers...aware energies, through. Like a wall, but pulling through by seeing the threads that make it up underneath. Startlingly lucid, and real. I pulled one, who saw how it did, and then she tried to pull another. there was a bit of a problem...she pulled someone halfway...they got stuck in the wall. Whats worse, the walls do not want to let go of their "structure" and they like to trap awareness like...water in a stone sponge. So i need to help...but because the being is REALLY Stuck, i have to SHOW too much power to do it, and when i do, i get seen. And the "2 bad guys" chase me to see what they can get out of me. But it ends alright they get bored and it was really a "find the power and grab it" game like tag but with energy.
"More Than A Feeling"
I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away
It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'Till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away
So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
As clear as the sun in the summer sky
It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'Till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away
When I'm tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
And dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped away
It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'Till I see Marianne walk away
4. the best dream, or the start. Sitting on a patio having a conversation with several people, it was international, which is why i needed the passport. the setting was in dreams, but lucid or semi lucid dreamers needed the tonal item "passport" to "travel". they didnt really, but this was to circumvent the worries of the mind. So nice, having tea on a terrace/patio, white wrought iron garden furniture. And a good but non specific conversation about interests and perception, awareness. The cat in the lake part also happened here, but it really happened before. I saw how the dreams, like the city that swirled, were attatched to that pool of water center of the vortex. This time, i was not in the center, it was the cat woman. This was deeply significant as to the working of energy/power around a focal point and group awareness, and we discussed this at great leangth since we had the seeing of it in action.
5. Sometime after this, more people came. a man. I wrap him. He is very "slow" in the dream not quite in sync with energy yet too...tonal focuss. So his dream bubble is very...i think he was the one that got caught in the wall because of that energy quality. So i wrap him in a cloth made of dew or moonlight dream energy. this helps but hes still a heavy spot somehow. No matter, it takes time to dissolve the heavy energy...He comes with us. He brings a big bundle of flora...flower plant energy as a gift. He "loves" a woman. It is for her, almost like he wanted to knock on the door and present her with flowers but it was gathered oddly. He is dressed and acts like "forest Gump" interacting with Jenny...kinda shy and sweet but also...its the dense energy of his current setting, not him. I like him, and am in a scense his advocate in power. He comes with us...we go elsewhere in the area, but then he turns us to the woman i was talking to on the patio...one of thems...house. So we go in. Its the red haired woman i was speaking too mainly on the patio, and others. they are...uneasy that he just showed up like this with a bundle of flowers like this. But i and another are with him so they let us all in. Its very uneasy, at first, all of us sitting on chairs and the red haired lady on the couch. The man with the flowers offers them, but his energy is jumping right at the woman on the couch but her sis not jumping back its...akward. But i say, show... (becasue hes not on that level to communicate like that) and its seen. He does not know this is inapropriate, and destructive...not on the levels that matter, he doesnt know its like...a scripted...action reaction. Like a film...like our lives when they take a trajectory that is unaware. So when i show this, everyone relaxes somewhat. Again, i am his advocate, almost a lawyer in some scense. sinc ehe does not know...i move positions. I go from sitting next to him, and switch spots with a black haired woman who was also on the couch. So now i sit on the couch next to red haired woman, and the black haired one takes my spot next to him. this shifts the line sof energy, and the whole thing...rotates...like a clock face, one quarter turn to the right. I did this to give the woman some support, but also, so i could directly at the man who brought the floral gift incase the energy came too strong i could gently meet it so it did not push too hard. there was also a woman, on the other side of the guy...and she was ther eprotectiv eof his closeness...so she had her own thing going on. and an older woman. and then two people i had not seen before, a couple. When it was reset, the man spoke...and really, he was just making nice small talk, there was no foce or intent to harm in it. the people in this section, and some before and some to come are ( ). when its done some tension is out, and the "clock face diagram" is starting to form again between them all.
6. Altogether, more people. a man with a bright orange beard is a new one. A group, four men, i think of us as "teenage mutant ninja turtles" to myself as i saw many of them in that first part, well two at least. We are brought into something like a small radio station, but it also desighns things to sell...like books, etc. computers for working. Its not that large, and it has a broadcast and webcam area behind some glass walls like a little sound studio for recording in one corner. It snot for airwaves radio, its for net radio...the dream equivalent. A man, like the boss, or owner, is talking to another man. We all sit and it becomes a group conversation. the odd thing, is i see the mouths move, but there is like a shimmering...waterlike layer of colors...like psychadelic water screen, the words and moods shift the colors, and this is over everything...like i stare at the mouth and this forms in my tunell vision. Some acrimony? Or the owner is seeing who will get the studio? It sets up a challenge. then this strange part passes. I am sitting behind the desk, working on the computer a bit composing my stuff. a man comes in sweating, nervous...even upset. It was the man who before had the floral energy. I look at his leg, this time he brought a bomb, strapped to his right leg, enough to blow the whole room up. He doesnt eman to do this, hes just upset. He thinks one person will get rid of him, and he will loose this AND that and have nothing. Its a bit of a mess. So i calmly talk to him, we talk, and he stops sweating...which means the bomb wont suddenly go off. I stand and look around the room, say "none of this matters, i dont care...screw the man, and worry. And we all stand say Yea! He had worried he was in last in some race? something was slipping away and yet another thing out of reach. So we say...hey we will all win by smashing this place up and then going out to the pub...its what Jesus would do. lol. We dont actually smash anything we just leave. We go walking outside, on a city street, its been raining, but its now clear moon puts off allot of light. As we walk along he becomes a baby...a dragon baby...flames in him. As i cradle him, and walk with the other guys, because he is a baby smiling with no worries, i can tell him a story, i tell him a story of why its all "fixed" why its all "ok" and he listens cause what else can a baby do but listen...well, other then poo in his nappy. But im glad that doesnt happen. ( ) speaks to me. But a bit down a street, a small fat lady i screaming at me that its all not ok quite angry. fuming. Shes rude to me, but i just walk on we think its funny. I sing "im a little teapot short and stout" becasue thats what she reminded me of and the baby laughs.
7. Now im with some other people, some are women not all men, and we are off to the forest. something is strange, a smell in the air. It is a "chemical forest". Not artificial...or polluted...its just that i can smell the clorophyl in the plants, and lime in soil, its not overpowering, but it is distinct. We are there to do something with the plants. Red haired lay is here now as well. Im just going along learning. Then i am alone, we go off to do our own things. I follow a trail, that is spooky, to "Face Death". Also...to see deaths face. Also, to get a mask of death. All of the above are all the same thing. this part is long and hard to explain and not "Easy". after it is done, dreams disolv einto fog, then clear void, then a window in perception. A giant, like a giant robot. It is an ancestor spirit, or spirits, but its also "metatron" manfestation...all i can see is a huge leg higher then a tree. Its always a giant robot because "metatron" sounds like "megatron" from transformers one of my visual puns i use to, like ninja turtles to help me recall and place things in comprehensible perspective. He steps, and rock steady and bee-bop, those two, are caught half under the edge of the foot, pinned...i see them as totem animals...a rhino and a warthog man, giant, but small compared to this, looking up, crying, begging. they arent looking at me, they are speaking to me though. They say they are sorry, if they are spared they will serve me faithfully etc. I feel bad for them they arent bad and i did extend unconcerned love...but it grows to sympathy...im about to speak, but the giant leg shifts and they go under. Did i accept? not sure...but i do know, regardless, they are out of this dream continuim for the night, and this is more then a bit of a relief actually...i was waiting for them to keep jump out of the bushes to grab what iw as doing and run off again, and as a result, was limiting my doings. But now...smooth sailing. the drema window shifts, to a strange scene. A man on a podium, a big grassy field...or inside of a stadium. thousands of...all women! filling in, piles and lines of "coates" and "cloths...luminous sheathes" that had been gathered. Im there, and this man. so the game is...they leave what they bring, and then can select new ones, or just keep the ones they are wearing but leave the awarenesses on the field. the man is...a sorter. So how it works, is they put the value they want for what they leave, a credit, handwritten he looks at and judges if its fair. And what they take, if they take, is a debit on the account. Many of them do dressup. I do dress up! I somehow get to wearing a kilt. and then a japanese blue silk like schoolgrils top with a thin tie...ove rthis i put ona vest/jacked, short like to midriff. But the most esquisite thing i find, is...a wrap...coat. overcoat. such fine material, light brown. I wrap this around myself...and then put on a scotish cap. I know i look good, i feel good, like a million bucks. Which was about correct! I put them down, and look at the values for the shawl and overcoat somebody had written on it. It was k for me to take some, find some new clothes. but these, the man on podium came down to look. He said. "you should leave those, because they are worth allot to the ones who left them...they need the energy, and its so much, if i let you take them, id be at a loss for this year...and you dont want that knd of debt...as your not a harvester...would cut into your margins and mine". So i agree, i leave the wonderfull coat, and the half jacket. But the kilt, blue shirt, and some snow boots (fur lined) he lets me keep. but hes chuckling...and i look...lol...with the shirt i had breasts! how funny. But we fix it so its a mans shirt, royal blue, and tie...also i get the hat so i look quite stylish. So its cool. this was all about extracting divedends from the transaction with the being on the podium.
8. From there, and with new clothes, i continue. I make an excursion to the Azure song. thsi is very hard to explain. I sing, the song, and go into the song as i sing, and this is a world, and i make this excursion for as long as i sing this song. Its no tonal song i know, its energy song in that language...or rather, energy. In a forest, in this world, i see a being in a bear suite, fighting a being in a badger suite, and its quiet energetic, like the music, and sureal, in the forest glade. I continue, and it shifts to the mountains. I no longer need to sing the song of azure. Now i hear a song, from a game trailer, "dragons Prophets". I go up the mountain, and im glad for the azure shirt the color of the sky and the snow boots...they are what i needed to make this trip. Up on the mountain is another class, or circle. We have to make a choice, what to do about dragons. We decide to free the little dagons on the mountain, to have freedom, not to ride them (if i had ridden them thats why i needed the kilt for some reason). Because we did this, it stops an invasion by the sky heaven dragons to free their children. And opens the door for the "surfing dragons". who are very nice and gold hued, they like surfing the skies and leave bounty, not ash, in their wake. Good dragons. Good choice, because they came for a time instead of dragons to fight by riding their children against them. It ends like a silly comic book, we pass around, not a action movie we have to endure. We laugh. the surfer dragons in the pages laugh too its nice.
9. Back to the city, and the broadcast place. Me and the four guys. We wonder who would win, get the studio. We left it open and it got trashed a bit. the boss comes back and is stupefied. He picks up the phone to call HIS boss. He wanted us all to fail, so none got it, he would get it by default from his boss. But now he was fired. And so we decided to run it like we were before, as partners. Got it for nothing from the overboss. the middleboss was playing a game, becasue all the work we did to prove outselves, he was getting the energy to buy it fro the big boss. But all trashed, the ownber wrote of the investment and we still had all out "work" inside us undone...to do for our own benefit now. So...much better outcome. So i wlak outside, still in my strang emountain clothes. I go back to the communal place here...its like a big tent, but made of stone slabs...like a yurt made of stone sheets. A central pillar open to the sky. Its raining again, but we got a fire in the center there is a little box to keep it from getting int he fireplace. I go out, to get food tons of people here. People from before parts, and new parts. Outside, somehow, i am wearing only a wrap around my body, similar to the one i found in the piles but more durable...like made of fine wool that was soft not itchy. Im holding it closed with one hand. ( and ) come up to me. They each have a pizza box they give me. their pizzas are heavy, they brought them to add to the party/food. ( ) looks good. ( ) is strange! Its all white, like cream sause not pizza sauce, and there are vegitable son it and of cource cheese underneath. the boxes dip to the ground...and they slide out a bit...just touch the water in the street the tip of the crust. I slide them back and learn to balance them both. they dont seem at all bothered, so holding the two pizzas on one hand, and keeping my wrap closed with the other (i think why dont I have a braoch or pin to do this lol) we go back inside by the fire to eat and drink and sleep. I wake for what i think is last time, but i am tired so i write and snooze a bit longer...i assume im done dreaming. but no, one little scene. Me fashioning energy into things like sushi slices, but not food, soft objects. O arrange them and make them very flat neutral colors...soothing and light, and then stack them like a came of jenga or legos into patterns. I look over, and next to me is a woman taking the same energy, and making sushi from it. I see all the dishes she made. she has to pause...no more cream colored energy...so i disasemble some of my blocks i relasie i had used it all so i give her half back. then i bump one of her sushi creations...like hallibut on a bed of rice with white lettuce inbetween. I fix it from bumping it but she doesnt mind. I cant wait to eat it. Well, she cant wait to color with or build with my construction blocks, so its going to be fun. Before i wake, three messages, from three people in dremas about posts i left...why did i say this, do that etc. So with that i knew i needed to rise then i wake for the day. Fin.
Lots of dreaming, energy for recall was so-so. Bit fragmentary, also i wrote over myself in several places im not sure ill be able to recover all of it.
1. Barely remembered now and barely noted. A city, forming on and out of layers of dream energy. A central lake...or pond. Remember a story of a town named pond with no pond. But this one does. The city swirls around it, like its the center of a vortex...a large well...barell sided...more like a wood hot tub. A (Candle? is Chosen?) the lake well spills out, and soon its not a hottub well in a town, the town is flooded and gone...now its a vast lake. A cat. A cat Spirit rises from the center of the lake, wearing a shimmering dress. I go into the lake.
Ocean far away
You and I will fight the wind
All the storms at sea
We shall lead the way
Sailing through the waves
Mermaids sing their deadly songs
Pull away our souls
in the darkness sea
2. School, another travel to a school or place of learning, but it was different the the usual setting. It was a stone manor in the countryside, and it felt less oppressive somehow. I was excited to travel, i had gotten my passport finally, albeit only in dreaming...and really, when have i needed one? But that was besides the point, it was like getting something done for myself and that set my mood/tone. the sky, line sin the sky...Sky...opens. Is means of travel and recieving information. It is a boarding school, there is a Dorm wing for students, but not indivivule rooms, its like they have for young students. But here, we are adults. There are " 2 Crude Dudes" i think of their...well, juvanile ignorance in the mold of "rocksteady and Bee-bop" Which were two bone head villians from the teenage mutant ninja turtles cartoon lol. Its more then an association, one has a spirit totem like a Rhino, and the other a Warthog...thats why i deem them as such. I think they must be bad, at first, but they are just DENSE. Like their energy is DENSE and thick headed. On the other hand, they play their role...for the rest of dreaming, in human form, they fill in for "the 2 bad guys". But they arent bad, they are good, and its ok to extend them love...the unconcerned beneficial kind not even the sort of love called friendship. this established a few references in dreaming. Rocksteady and Bee-bop, and then from that, i sorta had a perception of "teenage mutant ninja turtles". To be clear, i never dreamed of those characters as such, not was it at all like that....asilly cartoon. It was the way i fixed awareness on certain energies, as a trick for recall, but also, as a way to hold onto them...this perception, on another level outside the dream. And the dream helped me in that, by providing subtle cues on that theme...as the dreaming progressed.
3. Some time latter, a specific class. I was trying...and showing, how to open walls of energy and pull other dreamers...aware energies, through. Like a wall, but pulling through by seeing the threads that make it up underneath. Startlingly lucid, and real. I pulled one, who saw how it did, and then she tried to pull another. there was a bit of a problem...she pulled someone halfway...they got stuck in the wall. Whats worse, the walls do not want to let go of their "structure" and they like to trap awareness like...water in a stone sponge. So i need to help...but because the being is REALLY Stuck, i have to SHOW too much power to do it, and when i do, i get seen. And the "2 bad guys" chase me to see what they can get out of me. But it ends alright they get bored and it was really a "find the power and grab it" game like tag but with energy.
"More Than A Feeling"
I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away
It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'Till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away
So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
As clear as the sun in the summer sky
It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'Till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away
When I'm tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
And dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped away
It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'Till I see Marianne walk away
4. the best dream, or the start. Sitting on a patio having a conversation with several people, it was international, which is why i needed the passport. the setting was in dreams, but lucid or semi lucid dreamers needed the tonal item "passport" to "travel". they didnt really, but this was to circumvent the worries of the mind. So nice, having tea on a terrace/patio, white wrought iron garden furniture. And a good but non specific conversation about interests and perception, awareness. The cat in the lake part also happened here, but it really happened before. I saw how the dreams, like the city that swirled, were attatched to that pool of water center of the vortex. This time, i was not in the center, it was the cat woman. This was deeply significant as to the working of energy/power around a focal point and group awareness, and we discussed this at great leangth since we had the seeing of it in action.
5. Sometime after this, more people came. a man. I wrap him. He is very "slow" in the dream not quite in sync with energy yet too...tonal focuss. So his dream bubble is very...i think he was the one that got caught in the wall because of that energy quality. So i wrap him in a cloth made of dew or moonlight dream energy. this helps but hes still a heavy spot somehow. No matter, it takes time to dissolve the heavy energy...He comes with us. He brings a big bundle of flora...flower plant energy as a gift. He "loves" a woman. It is for her, almost like he wanted to knock on the door and present her with flowers but it was gathered oddly. He is dressed and acts like "forest Gump" interacting with Jenny...kinda shy and sweet but also...its the dense energy of his current setting, not him. I like him, and am in a scense his advocate in power. He comes with us...we go elsewhere in the area, but then he turns us to the woman i was talking to on the patio...one of thems...house. So we go in. Its the red haired woman i was speaking too mainly on the patio, and others. they are...uneasy that he just showed up like this with a bundle of flowers like this. But i and another are with him so they let us all in. Its very uneasy, at first, all of us sitting on chairs and the red haired lady on the couch. The man with the flowers offers them, but his energy is jumping right at the woman on the couch but her sis not jumping back its...akward. But i say, show... (becasue hes not on that level to communicate like that) and its seen. He does not know this is inapropriate, and destructive...not on the levels that matter, he doesnt know its like...a scripted...action reaction. Like a film...like our lives when they take a trajectory that is unaware. So when i show this, everyone relaxes somewhat. Again, i am his advocate, almost a lawyer in some scense. sinc ehe does not know...i move positions. I go from sitting next to him, and switch spots with a black haired woman who was also on the couch. So now i sit on the couch next to red haired woman, and the black haired one takes my spot next to him. this shifts the line sof energy, and the whole thing...rotates...like a clock face, one quarter turn to the right. I did this to give the woman some support, but also, so i could directly at the man who brought the floral gift incase the energy came too strong i could gently meet it so it did not push too hard. there was also a woman, on the other side of the guy...and she was ther eprotectiv eof his closeness...so she had her own thing going on. and an older woman. and then two people i had not seen before, a couple. When it was reset, the man spoke...and really, he was just making nice small talk, there was no foce or intent to harm in it. the people in this section, and some before and some to come are ( ). when its done some tension is out, and the "clock face diagram" is starting to form again between them all.
6. Altogether, more people. a man with a bright orange beard is a new one. A group, four men, i think of us as "teenage mutant ninja turtles" to myself as i saw many of them in that first part, well two at least. We are brought into something like a small radio station, but it also desighns things to sell...like books, etc. computers for working. Its not that large, and it has a broadcast and webcam area behind some glass walls like a little sound studio for recording in one corner. It snot for airwaves radio, its for net radio...the dream equivalent. A man, like the boss, or owner, is talking to another man. We all sit and it becomes a group conversation. the odd thing, is i see the mouths move, but there is like a shimmering...waterlike layer of colors...like psychadelic water screen, the words and moods shift the colors, and this is over everything...like i stare at the mouth and this forms in my tunell vision. Some acrimony? Or the owner is seeing who will get the studio? It sets up a challenge. then this strange part passes. I am sitting behind the desk, working on the computer a bit composing my stuff. a man comes in sweating, nervous...even upset. It was the man who before had the floral energy. I look at his leg, this time he brought a bomb, strapped to his right leg, enough to blow the whole room up. He doesnt eman to do this, hes just upset. He thinks one person will get rid of him, and he will loose this AND that and have nothing. Its a bit of a mess. So i calmly talk to him, we talk, and he stops sweating...which means the bomb wont suddenly go off. I stand and look around the room, say "none of this matters, i dont care...screw the man, and worry. And we all stand say Yea! He had worried he was in last in some race? something was slipping away and yet another thing out of reach. So we say...hey we will all win by smashing this place up and then going out to the pub...its what Jesus would do. lol. We dont actually smash anything we just leave. We go walking outside, on a city street, its been raining, but its now clear moon puts off allot of light. As we walk along he becomes a baby...a dragon baby...flames in him. As i cradle him, and walk with the other guys, because he is a baby smiling with no worries, i can tell him a story, i tell him a story of why its all "fixed" why its all "ok" and he listens cause what else can a baby do but listen...well, other then poo in his nappy. But im glad that doesnt happen. ( ) speaks to me. But a bit down a street, a small fat lady i screaming at me that its all not ok quite angry. fuming. Shes rude to me, but i just walk on we think its funny. I sing "im a little teapot short and stout" becasue thats what she reminded me of and the baby laughs.
7. Now im with some other people, some are women not all men, and we are off to the forest. something is strange, a smell in the air. It is a "chemical forest". Not artificial...or polluted...its just that i can smell the clorophyl in the plants, and lime in soil, its not overpowering, but it is distinct. We are there to do something with the plants. Red haired lay is here now as well. Im just going along learning. Then i am alone, we go off to do our own things. I follow a trail, that is spooky, to "Face Death". Also...to see deaths face. Also, to get a mask of death. All of the above are all the same thing. this part is long and hard to explain and not "Easy". after it is done, dreams disolv einto fog, then clear void, then a window in perception. A giant, like a giant robot. It is an ancestor spirit, or spirits, but its also "metatron" manfestation...all i can see is a huge leg higher then a tree. Its always a giant robot because "metatron" sounds like "megatron" from transformers one of my visual puns i use to, like ninja turtles to help me recall and place things in comprehensible perspective. He steps, and rock steady and bee-bop, those two, are caught half under the edge of the foot, pinned...i see them as totem animals...a rhino and a warthog man, giant, but small compared to this, looking up, crying, begging. they arent looking at me, they are speaking to me though. They say they are sorry, if they are spared they will serve me faithfully etc. I feel bad for them they arent bad and i did extend unconcerned love...but it grows to sympathy...im about to speak, but the giant leg shifts and they go under. Did i accept? not sure...but i do know, regardless, they are out of this dream continuim for the night, and this is more then a bit of a relief actually...i was waiting for them to keep jump out of the bushes to grab what iw as doing and run off again, and as a result, was limiting my doings. But now...smooth sailing. the drema window shifts, to a strange scene. A man on a podium, a big grassy field...or inside of a stadium. thousands of...all women! filling in, piles and lines of "coates" and "cloths...luminous sheathes" that had been gathered. Im there, and this man. so the game is...they leave what they bring, and then can select new ones, or just keep the ones they are wearing but leave the awarenesses on the field. the man is...a sorter. So how it works, is they put the value they want for what they leave, a credit, handwritten he looks at and judges if its fair. And what they take, if they take, is a debit on the account. Many of them do dressup. I do dress up! I somehow get to wearing a kilt. and then a japanese blue silk like schoolgrils top with a thin tie...ove rthis i put ona vest/jacked, short like to midriff. But the most esquisite thing i find, is...a wrap...coat. overcoat. such fine material, light brown. I wrap this around myself...and then put on a scotish cap. I know i look good, i feel good, like a million bucks. Which was about correct! I put them down, and look at the values for the shawl and overcoat somebody had written on it. It was k for me to take some, find some new clothes. but these, the man on podium came down to look. He said. "you should leave those, because they are worth allot to the ones who left them...they need the energy, and its so much, if i let you take them, id be at a loss for this year...and you dont want that knd of debt...as your not a harvester...would cut into your margins and mine". So i agree, i leave the wonderfull coat, and the half jacket. But the kilt, blue shirt, and some snow boots (fur lined) he lets me keep. but hes chuckling...and i look...lol...with the shirt i had breasts! how funny. But we fix it so its a mans shirt, royal blue, and tie...also i get the hat so i look quite stylish. So its cool. this was all about extracting divedends from the transaction with the being on the podium.
8. From there, and with new clothes, i continue. I make an excursion to the Azure song. thsi is very hard to explain. I sing, the song, and go into the song as i sing, and this is a world, and i make this excursion for as long as i sing this song. Its no tonal song i know, its energy song in that language...or rather, energy. In a forest, in this world, i see a being in a bear suite, fighting a being in a badger suite, and its quiet energetic, like the music, and sureal, in the forest glade. I continue, and it shifts to the mountains. I no longer need to sing the song of azure. Now i hear a song, from a game trailer, "dragons Prophets". I go up the mountain, and im glad for the azure shirt the color of the sky and the snow boots...they are what i needed to make this trip. Up on the mountain is another class, or circle. We have to make a choice, what to do about dragons. We decide to free the little dagons on the mountain, to have freedom, not to ride them (if i had ridden them thats why i needed the kilt for some reason). Because we did this, it stops an invasion by the sky heaven dragons to free their children. And opens the door for the "surfing dragons". who are very nice and gold hued, they like surfing the skies and leave bounty, not ash, in their wake. Good dragons. Good choice, because they came for a time instead of dragons to fight by riding their children against them. It ends like a silly comic book, we pass around, not a action movie we have to endure. We laugh. the surfer dragons in the pages laugh too its nice.
9. Back to the city, and the broadcast place. Me and the four guys. We wonder who would win, get the studio. We left it open and it got trashed a bit. the boss comes back and is stupefied. He picks up the phone to call HIS boss. He wanted us all to fail, so none got it, he would get it by default from his boss. But now he was fired. And so we decided to run it like we were before, as partners. Got it for nothing from the overboss. the middleboss was playing a game, becasue all the work we did to prove outselves, he was getting the energy to buy it fro the big boss. But all trashed, the ownber wrote of the investment and we still had all out "work" inside us undone...to do for our own benefit now. So...much better outcome. So i wlak outside, still in my strang emountain clothes. I go back to the communal place here...its like a big tent, but made of stone slabs...like a yurt made of stone sheets. A central pillar open to the sky. Its raining again, but we got a fire in the center there is a little box to keep it from getting int he fireplace. I go out, to get food tons of people here. People from before parts, and new parts. Outside, somehow, i am wearing only a wrap around my body, similar to the one i found in the piles but more durable...like made of fine wool that was soft not itchy. Im holding it closed with one hand. ( and ) come up to me. They each have a pizza box they give me. their pizzas are heavy, they brought them to add to the party/food. ( ) looks good. ( ) is strange! Its all white, like cream sause not pizza sauce, and there are vegitable son it and of cource cheese underneath. the boxes dip to the ground...and they slide out a bit...just touch the water in the street the tip of the crust. I slide them back and learn to balance them both. they dont seem at all bothered, so holding the two pizzas on one hand, and keeping my wrap closed with the other (i think why dont I have a braoch or pin to do this lol) we go back inside by the fire to eat and drink and sleep. I wake for what i think is last time, but i am tired so i write and snooze a bit longer...i assume im done dreaming. but no, one little scene. Me fashioning energy into things like sushi slices, but not food, soft objects. O arrange them and make them very flat neutral colors...soothing and light, and then stack them like a came of jenga or legos into patterns. I look over, and next to me is a woman taking the same energy, and making sushi from it. I see all the dishes she made. she has to pause...no more cream colored energy...so i disasemble some of my blocks i relasie i had used it all so i give her half back. then i bump one of her sushi creations...like hallibut on a bed of rice with white lettuce inbetween. I fix it from bumping it but she doesnt mind. I cant wait to eat it. Well, she cant wait to color with or build with my construction blocks, so its going to be fun. Before i wake, three messages, from three people in dremas about posts i left...why did i say this, do that etc. So with that i knew i needed to rise then i wake for the day. Fin.