11-27-2013, 12:00 AM
11/25-26/13 Gramma's House, Broken-Not Broken/Moving Sex/Future Cube
1. Grandmothers house in dreams, her pressance is at this time that of a ghost, she can not be seen, just a bright "shadow". Her house is small, and cramped. Two girls, women in their 20's, are staying in the small house. I give each a room, and sleep on the couch. A workman comes, he tells me he is SeeSaw, although, this may be simple dreaming association on my part as i don't have a good "key" for him yet. this part of the dream gets very lucid. He is removing the kitchen, and replacing it with something like a computer desk area, built into the floor like counter islands, but we keep a sink and small refrigerator. As he works, i set up three workstations, and the work im doing is dreaming in the dream. A forest path, a crossroads, and a mountain. I dream into the computer, instead of type, and the dream on the other side forms, it is like art, but it is not for artistic reasons. When i finish, i am sitting at the now completed work area. something is wrong, the energy is not stable set...like un dried concrete. so when i run my hand over the work area, it pulls up and crumbles. this is distressing. One of the women calls him on the phone, and when he returns there is another. The work they do together this time is solid from the start. Also, there are not two long work tables, so one of us can sit on either side and one between them. now their is enough space for proper working.
When we all get to work, I am specifically contacted, via the dream screen, by an outside investigative agency. They are tracking a virus. The virus is awareness. As i identified myself as the dream name, and the found spores of it in my energy signature, they traced it back to "LoneWolfs Forums". An investigative team arrives at the small converted work room. They way they investigate, is to look at a post on the "dream version" of these forums. When they do, a startling clear window/movie of each posters Tonal/Dream activity around each post plays. Each is exactly a ten minute clip, and a few of them, due to knowing the people or of them in the tonal, are very detailed and accurate. The others i assume are just as accurate, in the dream. That is all i do, SEE, and then they look at my seeing, and gauge it against the images/energy. they seem to have a working theory, and leave satisfied with the results, without telling any details. What i could Glean was that people had "pulled a virus/meme out of the structural fibers" The virus "Sees all done in dreams/tonal". From lone wolf people think, but this does not seem to be the direction the investigation was going, from the hints i picked up from the language and focus of the investigative team. When they left, we got back to work and i lost recall, it faded like a dream.
2. Broken-Unbroken. A Mantra that had siezed my awareness, many hours before sleep, and i to reduced chanting to myself over and over rocking in my chair untill i could remember how to write and wrote it out, and sent it, so i could find peace and sleep. Peace being, relative, mind you. The...energetic meaning of this manifest in dreams as a torn sensation. A dream world, and then its mirror. One side was bright and one dark. A thin line, between, life/death, broken/Unbroken. This was like a narrow space between reflections, and as such, was rich and detailed with the cross currents of energy. This thin line IS me, or rather, awareness, in the tonal and dreaming attentions. ITs a line that is crossed, a ribbon, back and forth. I see what happened, before sleep, was a removal of the "checkpoints and gates" between the two sides, the fortifications in that space. They were empty. this further became a seperate dream space, it looked like a town in Iraq, lets say a pristine version of "FAllUJA". I began consolidating a central checkpoint/strong point, to rebuild the gate or gateway. the first thing that happened was the two women from the earlier segment were dressed in military contractor uniforms. And they picked up sniper riffles. Soon there were six seperate people each taking a geometric point. four on the roof, and two manning the gate made of iron bars on the road. I found these strange trusses, shaped like XXXXXXXXX and begin to arrange them as barricades. The logic of it on the surface defied me, as they would stop no bullets. But all of this was an overlay on energy. In energy, they would catch any projection i was certain. I did as much work as i could, and then others took over. I faded from the dream, but what i did was instead go into the awareness of an eleven year old child, who was leading a donkey from the "broken" to the "Unbroken" side of things to "trade between them".
The child was a friend, he could freely move from broken to unbroken, but the child never could be older then the age of puberty. And he was actually quite old, and a bit strange as a result Of being stuck on the cusp forever. And so, we spent some time, walking together. Then a noise. Around a corner, came a woman in tight leather or spandex body suite, with the top zipped down revealing side boobs. Took of her helmet, and looked at me almost defiantly, with a wry smile. A challenge, it seemed. Will i follow give chase, or keep walking with the kid and his donkeys. Ahh...yea, ill give chase why not do something different. She was seeing if i would follow, and i do. Conveniantly, a second motor bike appears, and i am off. It is difficult to keep up with her, in and out between cars, at one point she does a wheelie and breaks through a vegetable stand, and i am dodging flying leeks and carrots, i get a big bunch of cabbage half covering my face, and she turns her head and laughs. She stays about 2 bike leangths ahead of me the whole time so im really just flying in her energetic wake. A noise from my right, i turn my head, and a thirs motorbike, bright red, and more agressive, joins the chase. this is clearly another woman, and it becomes tricky for the lead rider being chased to maintain her distance from us both, but she manages, but it seems less fun and more an actual race now. After about twenty minutes of this, crazy chase, we come to the edge of the city in dreams, the center band. Its a stone wall. the first rider, stops, and get sof her bike, takes of her helemet, and throws her long hair in a sideways motion. the woman in red finished a bit infront of me. She gets of the bike and starts zipping down her red body suite. the woman on the first bike, brushes that womans cheek, like she will lean in for a deep kiss...then pushed her head away with a laugh. Im not ready for it, she somehow flips me...and my entire bike next to hers. and says "He won". the lady in red looks pretty upset, like toyed with. and shivers with a bit of anger, and then gets back on her bike and speeds away, giving us both the middle finger. Im supposed to touch her now, no, i start to slide of my bike and grab her. The outfit is soaking wet, like with sweat. "slippery when wet". One of my hands falls in the space between the breasts, and her eyes go wide and she laughs, also, her boobs are hanging out now. Im almost blushing. Suddenly, she just starts her bike, and with one hand i start mine, the other stuck in the cleavage, trying to steer, pulled between the two bikes. then it gets dicey as im trying to concentrate. Somehow she had conveniant straps on her outfit, and she hooks mine into them. She does this with her one free hand. When im all hooked in with one leg she kicks my bike out from under me, and im dangling, supported in the air. Somehow when i crash into her, it becomes sexual penetration, so basically, im being supported by my err shaft into her slott, and shes leaning sideways and the bumps in the road are forcing "movement". And shes laughing, groaning insane, and im suspended like this, this high speed ride, for about 10 minutes, till i climax and wake. When i do, im shocked and overjoyed that my body hadnt responded at all...was sorta odd it was so real, so i did not need to change the sheets with a raging stiffy. wheew.
3. A time in the far future, or maybe now. All of humanity that existed, had been plagued by what they thought was a virus. Antidepresents, all sorts of medication. In an arms race against some virus. finally, at some point, they, humanity, discovered the ultimate cure. A shining blue liquid in a vial. All of humanity took the cure. It its only after the took it, that they understood the disease had never been real at all. And then, it was too late. No birth, no death, nothing. No growth. So humanity, all its...potential, was frozen in an eternal moment in time. All of their energy went into building new worlds, dream worlds! I stand on a still, unchanging yet alive, version of earth. I look into the sky...and the sky...the blue, seems to go on and up forever. In it...are a hundred million dreams, worlds. Some are round like the earth, others are vast rings...like the ringworld from the larry niven novells, or the Halo ring from halo. Others are flat worlds, like vast squares in the blue sky. air, clouds, between them all. Where is space? Where is infinity? My awareness zooms, and flies, untill the air thins, and i keep going, going. farther. I stop, and turn around to look. The sun, is blocked, and even if it was not, i was a light year away, it would be just a bright star. But what i see...just...wow. All of these frozen dreams, form a huge cube, and i see veins of light, it seems almost solid this far out. I fly back in, and check many worlds as i return to earth. Each is alive...trees, animals, forests, but all frozen in time. in an instant. No wind, no sound. empty. I return to earth, and stand in a silent meadow. The woman, the bike woman, and the one in red walk up to me. I was seeing all this via their "wake" like how i rode the bike. Now i see others, moving. The girls from grandmothers house, the people who took point in the center, the checkpoint. A few more, people, like a dozen. Someone asks "where all the people, why are the animals still?" The darker bike woman says "the vaccine, it froze them, no loss, no gain. Bit by bit, they built like gods, but without renewal, or flow, they built so much their creations absorbed them...their dreams. Worlds. Living tombs." the other woman, in red says "a vast...fossil hive". "What about us", another person asks. the darker woman laughs. "Lucky for you, your not human...Grow". Space, i think there is so much space, now, worlds. Not infinite, but allot. Enough for a long stretch of eternity, made solid...the future cube. When we make some shift, the sun moves in the sky, the clouds start stirring, and i see a bird fly in the sky. Room, room to grow. In dreams. Song "gravity" played in my perception.
been a long road to follow
been there and gone tomorrow
without saying goodbye to yesterday
are the memories I hold still valid?
or have the tears deluded them?
maybe this time tomorrow
the rain will cease to follow
and the mist will fade into one more today
something somewhere out there keeps calling
am I going home?
will I hear someone singing solace to the silent moon?
zero gravity what's it like?
am I alone?
is somebody there beyond these heavy aching feet
still the road keeps on telling me to go on
something is pulling me
I feel the gravity of it all
1. Grandmothers house in dreams, her pressance is at this time that of a ghost, she can not be seen, just a bright "shadow". Her house is small, and cramped. Two girls, women in their 20's, are staying in the small house. I give each a room, and sleep on the couch. A workman comes, he tells me he is SeeSaw, although, this may be simple dreaming association on my part as i don't have a good "key" for him yet. this part of the dream gets very lucid. He is removing the kitchen, and replacing it with something like a computer desk area, built into the floor like counter islands, but we keep a sink and small refrigerator. As he works, i set up three workstations, and the work im doing is dreaming in the dream. A forest path, a crossroads, and a mountain. I dream into the computer, instead of type, and the dream on the other side forms, it is like art, but it is not for artistic reasons. When i finish, i am sitting at the now completed work area. something is wrong, the energy is not stable set...like un dried concrete. so when i run my hand over the work area, it pulls up and crumbles. this is distressing. One of the women calls him on the phone, and when he returns there is another. The work they do together this time is solid from the start. Also, there are not two long work tables, so one of us can sit on either side and one between them. now their is enough space for proper working.
When we all get to work, I am specifically contacted, via the dream screen, by an outside investigative agency. They are tracking a virus. The virus is awareness. As i identified myself as the dream name, and the found spores of it in my energy signature, they traced it back to "LoneWolfs Forums". An investigative team arrives at the small converted work room. They way they investigate, is to look at a post on the "dream version" of these forums. When they do, a startling clear window/movie of each posters Tonal/Dream activity around each post plays. Each is exactly a ten minute clip, and a few of them, due to knowing the people or of them in the tonal, are very detailed and accurate. The others i assume are just as accurate, in the dream. That is all i do, SEE, and then they look at my seeing, and gauge it against the images/energy. they seem to have a working theory, and leave satisfied with the results, without telling any details. What i could Glean was that people had "pulled a virus/meme out of the structural fibers" The virus "Sees all done in dreams/tonal". From lone wolf people think, but this does not seem to be the direction the investigation was going, from the hints i picked up from the language and focus of the investigative team. When they left, we got back to work and i lost recall, it faded like a dream.
2. Broken-Unbroken. A Mantra that had siezed my awareness, many hours before sleep, and i to reduced chanting to myself over and over rocking in my chair untill i could remember how to write and wrote it out, and sent it, so i could find peace and sleep. Peace being, relative, mind you. The...energetic meaning of this manifest in dreams as a torn sensation. A dream world, and then its mirror. One side was bright and one dark. A thin line, between, life/death, broken/Unbroken. This was like a narrow space between reflections, and as such, was rich and detailed with the cross currents of energy. This thin line IS me, or rather, awareness, in the tonal and dreaming attentions. ITs a line that is crossed, a ribbon, back and forth. I see what happened, before sleep, was a removal of the "checkpoints and gates" between the two sides, the fortifications in that space. They were empty. this further became a seperate dream space, it looked like a town in Iraq, lets say a pristine version of "FAllUJA". I began consolidating a central checkpoint/strong point, to rebuild the gate or gateway. the first thing that happened was the two women from the earlier segment were dressed in military contractor uniforms. And they picked up sniper riffles. Soon there were six seperate people each taking a geometric point. four on the roof, and two manning the gate made of iron bars on the road. I found these strange trusses, shaped like XXXXXXXXX and begin to arrange them as barricades. The logic of it on the surface defied me, as they would stop no bullets. But all of this was an overlay on energy. In energy, they would catch any projection i was certain. I did as much work as i could, and then others took over. I faded from the dream, but what i did was instead go into the awareness of an eleven year old child, who was leading a donkey from the "broken" to the "Unbroken" side of things to "trade between them".
The child was a friend, he could freely move from broken to unbroken, but the child never could be older then the age of puberty. And he was actually quite old, and a bit strange as a result Of being stuck on the cusp forever. And so, we spent some time, walking together. Then a noise. Around a corner, came a woman in tight leather or spandex body suite, with the top zipped down revealing side boobs. Took of her helmet, and looked at me almost defiantly, with a wry smile. A challenge, it seemed. Will i follow give chase, or keep walking with the kid and his donkeys. Ahh...yea, ill give chase why not do something different. She was seeing if i would follow, and i do. Conveniantly, a second motor bike appears, and i am off. It is difficult to keep up with her, in and out between cars, at one point she does a wheelie and breaks through a vegetable stand, and i am dodging flying leeks and carrots, i get a big bunch of cabbage half covering my face, and she turns her head and laughs. She stays about 2 bike leangths ahead of me the whole time so im really just flying in her energetic wake. A noise from my right, i turn my head, and a thirs motorbike, bright red, and more agressive, joins the chase. this is clearly another woman, and it becomes tricky for the lead rider being chased to maintain her distance from us both, but she manages, but it seems less fun and more an actual race now. After about twenty minutes of this, crazy chase, we come to the edge of the city in dreams, the center band. Its a stone wall. the first rider, stops, and get sof her bike, takes of her helemet, and throws her long hair in a sideways motion. the woman in red finished a bit infront of me. She gets of the bike and starts zipping down her red body suite. the woman on the first bike, brushes that womans cheek, like she will lean in for a deep kiss...then pushed her head away with a laugh. Im not ready for it, she somehow flips me...and my entire bike next to hers. and says "He won". the lady in red looks pretty upset, like toyed with. and shivers with a bit of anger, and then gets back on her bike and speeds away, giving us both the middle finger. Im supposed to touch her now, no, i start to slide of my bike and grab her. The outfit is soaking wet, like with sweat. "slippery when wet". One of my hands falls in the space between the breasts, and her eyes go wide and she laughs, also, her boobs are hanging out now. Im almost blushing. Suddenly, she just starts her bike, and with one hand i start mine, the other stuck in the cleavage, trying to steer, pulled between the two bikes. then it gets dicey as im trying to concentrate. Somehow she had conveniant straps on her outfit, and she hooks mine into them. She does this with her one free hand. When im all hooked in with one leg she kicks my bike out from under me, and im dangling, supported in the air. Somehow when i crash into her, it becomes sexual penetration, so basically, im being supported by my err shaft into her slott, and shes leaning sideways and the bumps in the road are forcing "movement". And shes laughing, groaning insane, and im suspended like this, this high speed ride, for about 10 minutes, till i climax and wake. When i do, im shocked and overjoyed that my body hadnt responded at all...was sorta odd it was so real, so i did not need to change the sheets with a raging stiffy. wheew.
3. A time in the far future, or maybe now. All of humanity that existed, had been plagued by what they thought was a virus. Antidepresents, all sorts of medication. In an arms race against some virus. finally, at some point, they, humanity, discovered the ultimate cure. A shining blue liquid in a vial. All of humanity took the cure. It its only after the took it, that they understood the disease had never been real at all. And then, it was too late. No birth, no death, nothing. No growth. So humanity, all its...potential, was frozen in an eternal moment in time. All of their energy went into building new worlds, dream worlds! I stand on a still, unchanging yet alive, version of earth. I look into the sky...and the sky...the blue, seems to go on and up forever. In it...are a hundred million dreams, worlds. Some are round like the earth, others are vast rings...like the ringworld from the larry niven novells, or the Halo ring from halo. Others are flat worlds, like vast squares in the blue sky. air, clouds, between them all. Where is space? Where is infinity? My awareness zooms, and flies, untill the air thins, and i keep going, going. farther. I stop, and turn around to look. The sun, is blocked, and even if it was not, i was a light year away, it would be just a bright star. But what i see...just...wow. All of these frozen dreams, form a huge cube, and i see veins of light, it seems almost solid this far out. I fly back in, and check many worlds as i return to earth. Each is alive...trees, animals, forests, but all frozen in time. in an instant. No wind, no sound. empty. I return to earth, and stand in a silent meadow. The woman, the bike woman, and the one in red walk up to me. I was seeing all this via their "wake" like how i rode the bike. Now i see others, moving. The girls from grandmothers house, the people who took point in the center, the checkpoint. A few more, people, like a dozen. Someone asks "where all the people, why are the animals still?" The darker bike woman says "the vaccine, it froze them, no loss, no gain. Bit by bit, they built like gods, but without renewal, or flow, they built so much their creations absorbed them...their dreams. Worlds. Living tombs." the other woman, in red says "a vast...fossil hive". "What about us", another person asks. the darker woman laughs. "Lucky for you, your not human...Grow". Space, i think there is so much space, now, worlds. Not infinite, but allot. Enough for a long stretch of eternity, made solid...the future cube. When we make some shift, the sun moves in the sky, the clouds start stirring, and i see a bird fly in the sky. Room, room to grow. In dreams. Song "gravity" played in my perception.
been a long road to follow
been there and gone tomorrow
without saying goodbye to yesterday
are the memories I hold still valid?
or have the tears deluded them?
maybe this time tomorrow
the rain will cease to follow
and the mist will fade into one more today
something somewhere out there keeps calling
am I going home?
will I hear someone singing solace to the silent moon?
zero gravity what's it like?
am I alone?
is somebody there beyond these heavy aching feet
still the road keeps on telling me to go on
something is pulling me
I feel the gravity of it all