02-23-2014, 12:00 AM
2/21-22/14 Reversed face, glass hall tour.
I did not go to sleep untill almost 6am this morning. When i did, i was so tired, i expected little in the way of dreaming; however, i felt the pressure of energy, and derire, to do so...to be present in my own dreaming. What happened was...i was exhausted. The observer self never seperated to record. I found myself slipping in and out of form and energy. And yet, the dreaming was strong, the recall however, is a bit messy and a fragment of the total volume. As soon as i fella sleep, i was in deeply connected, energetic dreams...after an hour, it felt like a whole night. I only woke to take notes once, an hour after i went to sleep, and they are very disjointed. I continued to sleep....untill 4pm. Most of my dreaming is from that first hour, when their were others "Asleep" still. However, in dreams (even in dreams i had trouble formulating recall) it was clear that i continued to dream in mostly the same "spot" all day. So that was VERY interesting to me. So, that said, the dreams.
1. "Sidue dreams" (this was recall from within dream trying to see deeper/before. It was possibly an anagram. I had great effort to re arrange things that kept going formless as i dreamed...in the stable surface dream. Guides. It had to do with guides, like spirit guides). (coer/coven) people are in the "sky room". They arent people, and they arent a coven like in the tonal; better to say they were spirits, some with horns, standing in a circle in the sky room. The sky room was the vault of heaven, and a grassy plain, but the way i saw it it was a "room" in "dreams" but higher energy. Related to the guides. Strong spirit/shamanistic themes, like dreams ive had of satyrs and other beings its hard to explain. Left the battle norse? The energy shifted several ways here, like branches on a tree, that intertwined. One branch was like mongolian shamanisim, not the mongol people, but pre migration european/eurasians, similar to ancient germanic/slavic/turkish ethnic groups (related) spiritual beliefs. Even the norse...all the central asian peoples who became the europeans in waves of migration. (including the non sami swedes norse etc). The other branch came from the main branch, it was in here there was the sky room, and they were talking about the "norse battle and leaving it". Talking is not the right word or concept. This was my seeing/recalling, where else i was/am before the dream/during it, but whilst asleep...but i saw clearly, there was no barrier...it was the same while awake. This was my first attempt to gather recall in dreaming, not to wake, but to gather seeing and remember where i had been and the why of things. It made me tired and very...drifty. Where i was, was the house from many dreams, the family house, expanded, but not done. Not multistory, like a very long regular house added to. Walking through the rooms, the familiar rooms. Some are more done. One had glass walls, mirror like from the outside. Polished wood beams, very modern...long...and lots of space. Lots of dreaming here. People come. the group gathers, and a long look at the "group needs/group dreams" a smaller group, possibly the forums, but larger then i am used to seeing being with/in at once. Its people from here, like ( ) and ( ) and others, not ones who are always around. Tours. Tours are "walks" with "spirit guides" people get tours of the more finished house. (pctune Monlce even?) not sure what that means. "Rollet Mort" i wrote a sad face. (French., it was french. Rollet is a name, surname, mort is death. the meaning and context did not come back with me, even as i scribbled notes, i lost the bulk of that on my semi wakeing to take notes) http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maurice_Rollet it had to do with the paganisim earlier in dream. Link is about a poet i think it may be related. Wake here, but as you can see, even with a quarter page of notes, its not that help full.
2. "Before". I walk. A woman meets me walking. She said she quits. She wants to drive the ferrari. What she has is a slightly old honda. She sits on the curb and cries, is sad. ( )? Need, share, answer is an "OTC" (Over the counter?) cure? curse? No, hard to say now. I remember the feeling of the moment more then those detail. Have you ever come across someone, who needed some support, just to sit and listen, or put an arm on their shoulder in silence? those moments, in dreams, arent so silent, as everything speaks and talks in energy. that...state is easy to feel into, but the words i came with from it dont...i dont know, its hard to get at the specific meaning if i dont write/have more. I sat on the side of the gutter, with my arm around her. Loe. the answer was specifically, to some question in the a word/name. "Loe".
Josef Mengele5 days ago
I love this song, but seriously, I think it should be called "We Don't Realize We're a Boy Band".
Singing tough
Singing tough
Are you tough enough?
Hangin' tough
Singing tough
Singing tough
We're rough
Oh Oh Oh Oh x2
(Verse) Everybody's always talking about who's on top
Don't cross our paths cause you're gonna get stopped
We ain't gonna give anybody any slack
And if you try to keep us down we're gonna come right back
And you know it...
(Chorus)
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh x4
(Music Break)
(Verse) Get loose everybody cause we're gonna do our thing
Cause you know it ain't over till the fat ladyt sings
Check it out...
3. Its better after this, smaller group of people around. A woman...im not sure the same woman now, could have been another. A strange man. Like birth defects? His face was upside down. So the mouth was at the top of the head, near the hair, two uneven eyes near chin. Nose was still in the middle. Disconcerting to look at. One arm...was like... the arm from the aliens (o as the guy turns to one) in the film district nine. the other was overly large like popeye. Short. He seemed short. And very misshapen, if even human. But...he was there, with someone, and shy. a prostitute? no... i think, a label that could be thrown. S of them...i was defensive...protective of them. And that strange misshapen being/man. I staid with him, to show him things, and talk. and the woman he was with. and the other one from outside. Long stretches like a bowling lane, between energy. Lots of talking. The here group start forming again.
4. We gather outside the house, then go in. We are talking casual. I am saying to people i have connected to them, in deeper dreaming, and other things. This layer of the dream is the easier layer. The lucid layer. the solid layer. Like the tonal. the tonal of dreams. But there is so much more. Im trying to explain these places, but to them, to you, it is as if im talking about dreams as a reality, to normal tonal people who are skeptical. Someone asks why i didnt bring them speak to them there. I did! i retort. A man... i think ( ) again, tells me i did NOT have a dream of him or with him, but thank for the story. This annoys me. I say "We are in fact dreaming right now". "have we ever met, have you ever been here, there is no here, its dreams! But hes so...certain. shakes his head, that we are not dreaming. Again he says "thanks for trying, but no". Its a bit frustrating. And its not just him, everyone is varying degrees like that. I chalk it up to them not being very lucid...in dreams, they accept these things as reality...no memory even of being awake...but all the personality and stuff bleeds through to this level.
5. The gathering picks up pace. its now like a huge party. maybe a hundred people...surprisingly, the rambling house with different sorts of rooms can hold all of them with ease. Bck to what ive been calling the "glass hall" those windows look out...if you look just so, each window can become a different dream view. (i've seen this before! a year or so ago) ( ) and then i write two smiles I think becasue she was still sleeping, was her directly in dreaming, wasnt sure she would remember. Im pretty happy to see her, because of the stuff with the forest wizard and the ocean that was last time in this room and other reason. "gave/guru our Group/guy sour medicine: Don't" This was something she was explaining to me...might not have been sour medicine, might have been "savor med/ueel"...my writing is that bad amd i was using a pen that bleeds through paper sigh...but regardless, it was something she was explaining to me by looking into the mirror window.
It is time to reflect upon your "ego-self". Nowhere to hide when the walls echo the you that we
all see. Ah, the smiles dissolve! The pulse begins to race; the face a flush of fear so plainly
painted. The Mirror World - the Mirror Maze: Confrontation...
[A. INSIDE THE MIRROR MAZE]
[hippie]
mirror mirror I can see a lonely child, he kinda looks like me
staring out into infinity
his father lies, his mother cries, his spirit flies up in the skies
wandering off to another galaxy
[futureman]
secret fears we all try to hide
lie dormant deep inside us
defy the ghosts of long forgotten days
here inside the mirror maze
[hippie]
mirror mirror I can see an angry boy, oh well I guess he's me
rising up to the society
he's aware that no one cares and life's unfair so he growa his hair
and takes a trip into eternity
[futureman]
secret fears we all try to hide
lie dormant deep inside us
defy the ghosts of long forgotten days
here inside the mirror maze
[B. THROUGH THE MIRROR]
[roman] I see a man, who's unable to withstand his fears inside
[knight] inside we're all but frightened men
but we have to fight until the end is here
[roman] hear what I say: I am doomed,
I have to pay, I can't go on
[knight] go on and persevere
for we have to make it out of here alive
[roman] a life is but a dream,
for in the mirror I have seen what lies within
[knight] within this armour cold and bright
lies a noble heart with the will to fight the pain
[roman] the pain cannot be healed,
I'm surrounded by this shield I cannot break
[knight] break through the mirror now
follow me, I will show you how
[roman] we've reached the other side,
I have overcome my pride and made it through
[knight] we threw aside our darkest fears
and stepped across these new frontiers of time
[roman] time can only tell what awaits us in this hell full of deceit
[knight] deceit, guile and treachery
will they ever set us free again?
[roman] riding on the wings of time
6. Just so much was going on that i couldnt hold, even as it happened, let alone when i woke a bit and even when i got up for the day. One startlingly clear and special scene. In the "glass hall". Its tall...somehow...like three stories, and broad, but very long...like a covered bridge/room. People...on skateboards, then on bikes. Like an acrobatics team. They ride, and spin in the air, twirl around raftors...like a moving dance. they show me. Its..wonderful to watch...and we are all walking the hall, its a dance with movement.
7. the part before i woke. Was long, but not clear when i did. Again, the setting this started was the same i found myself in when i went to sleep. "survival party". We moved on to do things, survive, stay alive? No...the act of living? what we do...how we abide/ This part was surviving, not meeting, living...gathering. We "Veer off?" for the "Moon joy". A full moon. A vast meadow, and then a mountain covered in a forest. Latter, a walk along a modern street. A market, buildings, solid from other dreams. A small market, edge of a town. I go in to...not sure. A display. Soda water. Add flavor. A few employees. We drink. Shifting counterclockwise dreams. A playing field, concrete, like a game. Lines of "site" seeing. A force that would see us and resonate us, we would dissolve...stop living. None of us were hit. Hiding, moving. Enemies were not enemies. We survive the dissociating force. I get hit, people are afraid, but i survive the force but shake head, it was not pleasant. Done. Out. A poster...flyer...for the "game". "Our soldiers are polite little girls" it was printed to look like anime. Was a trick, this was one of the most lethal things ive experienced in dreams. A bit...strange.
8. Again, we are nords/we are nordic. Ravens in a tree. We ar eint he woods, we are gathering dry branches for a fire. A witch, and an old man. Odin? It he references a dream a few days ago i wrote in pad but not in journal. I had one blind eye, and from it a rose, that opened into four blooms, gems. then i had gem eyes i place din my bare skull to see. I felt...it was...like the dissociative force. When i used it a few days ago, it was to fix and heal some dark intruder sin shadow into dream beings like us, so i would...have them as friends/allies, not have to harm them. friends was better, and i was even protective of those beings, as they...its easy to be kind, when you are not afraid. Like to small animals. A "healer woman...TED" Ted talks on stroke? something in the right brain left brain split. "targeted". We are targeted, death targets (more?) the beam force feeling...or...targeted energy line to heal or break... being stuck. Was all of those. But also WE are targeted, which was why just being was a game of "survival" and act, to be alive/aware. Not...dissociated.
Let it be beautiful when I sing the last song
I will give you even my body
Spiritwalker
Let all the children kiss the sun before they sing their last song
I will give you even my body
Spiritwalker
Let the sun shine on me when I sing the last song
I will give you even my body
Spiritwalker
Let all the children kiss the stars before they sing their last song
I will give you even my body
Spiritwalker
Spiritwalker...
Let all the children kiss the sun before they sing their last song
Let all the children kiss the sun before they sing their last song
I will have the whole world to make music with me
Spiritwalker...
Dreamwalker
Starwalker
Sunwalker
Spiritwalker
Spiritwalker
Dreamwalker
Starwalker
Sunwalker
Windwalker
Windwalker
Windwalker
Windwalker
I did not go to sleep untill almost 6am this morning. When i did, i was so tired, i expected little in the way of dreaming; however, i felt the pressure of energy, and derire, to do so...to be present in my own dreaming. What happened was...i was exhausted. The observer self never seperated to record. I found myself slipping in and out of form and energy. And yet, the dreaming was strong, the recall however, is a bit messy and a fragment of the total volume. As soon as i fella sleep, i was in deeply connected, energetic dreams...after an hour, it felt like a whole night. I only woke to take notes once, an hour after i went to sleep, and they are very disjointed. I continued to sleep....untill 4pm. Most of my dreaming is from that first hour, when their were others "Asleep" still. However, in dreams (even in dreams i had trouble formulating recall) it was clear that i continued to dream in mostly the same "spot" all day. So that was VERY interesting to me. So, that said, the dreams.
1. "Sidue dreams" (this was recall from within dream trying to see deeper/before. It was possibly an anagram. I had great effort to re arrange things that kept going formless as i dreamed...in the stable surface dream. Guides. It had to do with guides, like spirit guides). (coer/coven) people are in the "sky room". They arent people, and they arent a coven like in the tonal; better to say they were spirits, some with horns, standing in a circle in the sky room. The sky room was the vault of heaven, and a grassy plain, but the way i saw it it was a "room" in "dreams" but higher energy. Related to the guides. Strong spirit/shamanistic themes, like dreams ive had of satyrs and other beings its hard to explain. Left the battle norse? The energy shifted several ways here, like branches on a tree, that intertwined. One branch was like mongolian shamanisim, not the mongol people, but pre migration european/eurasians, similar to ancient germanic/slavic/turkish ethnic groups (related) spiritual beliefs. Even the norse...all the central asian peoples who became the europeans in waves of migration. (including the non sami swedes norse etc). The other branch came from the main branch, it was in here there was the sky room, and they were talking about the "norse battle and leaving it". Talking is not the right word or concept. This was my seeing/recalling, where else i was/am before the dream/during it, but whilst asleep...but i saw clearly, there was no barrier...it was the same while awake. This was my first attempt to gather recall in dreaming, not to wake, but to gather seeing and remember where i had been and the why of things. It made me tired and very...drifty. Where i was, was the house from many dreams, the family house, expanded, but not done. Not multistory, like a very long regular house added to. Walking through the rooms, the familiar rooms. Some are more done. One had glass walls, mirror like from the outside. Polished wood beams, very modern...long...and lots of space. Lots of dreaming here. People come. the group gathers, and a long look at the "group needs/group dreams" a smaller group, possibly the forums, but larger then i am used to seeing being with/in at once. Its people from here, like ( ) and ( ) and others, not ones who are always around. Tours. Tours are "walks" with "spirit guides" people get tours of the more finished house. (pctune Monlce even?) not sure what that means. "Rollet Mort" i wrote a sad face. (French., it was french. Rollet is a name, surname, mort is death. the meaning and context did not come back with me, even as i scribbled notes, i lost the bulk of that on my semi wakeing to take notes) http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maurice_Rollet it had to do with the paganisim earlier in dream. Link is about a poet i think it may be related. Wake here, but as you can see, even with a quarter page of notes, its not that help full.
2. "Before". I walk. A woman meets me walking. She said she quits. She wants to drive the ferrari. What she has is a slightly old honda. She sits on the curb and cries, is sad. ( )? Need, share, answer is an "OTC" (Over the counter?) cure? curse? No, hard to say now. I remember the feeling of the moment more then those detail. Have you ever come across someone, who needed some support, just to sit and listen, or put an arm on their shoulder in silence? those moments, in dreams, arent so silent, as everything speaks and talks in energy. that...state is easy to feel into, but the words i came with from it dont...i dont know, its hard to get at the specific meaning if i dont write/have more. I sat on the side of the gutter, with my arm around her. Loe. the answer was specifically, to some question in the a word/name. "Loe".
Josef Mengele5 days ago
I love this song, but seriously, I think it should be called "We Don't Realize We're a Boy Band".
Singing tough
Singing tough
Are you tough enough?
Hangin' tough
Singing tough
Singing tough
We're rough
Oh Oh Oh Oh x2
(Verse) Everybody's always talking about who's on top
Don't cross our paths cause you're gonna get stopped
We ain't gonna give anybody any slack
And if you try to keep us down we're gonna come right back
And you know it...
(Chorus)
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh x4
(Music Break)
(Verse) Get loose everybody cause we're gonna do our thing
Cause you know it ain't over till the fat ladyt sings
Check it out...
3. Its better after this, smaller group of people around. A woman...im not sure the same woman now, could have been another. A strange man. Like birth defects? His face was upside down. So the mouth was at the top of the head, near the hair, two uneven eyes near chin. Nose was still in the middle. Disconcerting to look at. One arm...was like... the arm from the aliens (o as the guy turns to one) in the film district nine. the other was overly large like popeye. Short. He seemed short. And very misshapen, if even human. But...he was there, with someone, and shy. a prostitute? no... i think, a label that could be thrown. S of them...i was defensive...protective of them. And that strange misshapen being/man. I staid with him, to show him things, and talk. and the woman he was with. and the other one from outside. Long stretches like a bowling lane, between energy. Lots of talking. The here group start forming again.
4. We gather outside the house, then go in. We are talking casual. I am saying to people i have connected to them, in deeper dreaming, and other things. This layer of the dream is the easier layer. The lucid layer. the solid layer. Like the tonal. the tonal of dreams. But there is so much more. Im trying to explain these places, but to them, to you, it is as if im talking about dreams as a reality, to normal tonal people who are skeptical. Someone asks why i didnt bring them speak to them there. I did! i retort. A man... i think ( ) again, tells me i did NOT have a dream of him or with him, but thank for the story. This annoys me. I say "We are in fact dreaming right now". "have we ever met, have you ever been here, there is no here, its dreams! But hes so...certain. shakes his head, that we are not dreaming. Again he says "thanks for trying, but no". Its a bit frustrating. And its not just him, everyone is varying degrees like that. I chalk it up to them not being very lucid...in dreams, they accept these things as reality...no memory even of being awake...but all the personality and stuff bleeds through to this level.
5. The gathering picks up pace. its now like a huge party. maybe a hundred people...surprisingly, the rambling house with different sorts of rooms can hold all of them with ease. Bck to what ive been calling the "glass hall" those windows look out...if you look just so, each window can become a different dream view. (i've seen this before! a year or so ago) ( ) and then i write two smiles I think becasue she was still sleeping, was her directly in dreaming, wasnt sure she would remember. Im pretty happy to see her, because of the stuff with the forest wizard and the ocean that was last time in this room and other reason. "gave/guru our Group/guy sour medicine: Don't" This was something she was explaining to me...might not have been sour medicine, might have been "savor med/ueel"...my writing is that bad amd i was using a pen that bleeds through paper sigh...but regardless, it was something she was explaining to me by looking into the mirror window.
It is time to reflect upon your "ego-self". Nowhere to hide when the walls echo the you that we
all see. Ah, the smiles dissolve! The pulse begins to race; the face a flush of fear so plainly
painted. The Mirror World - the Mirror Maze: Confrontation...
[A. INSIDE THE MIRROR MAZE]
[hippie]
mirror mirror I can see a lonely child, he kinda looks like me
staring out into infinity
his father lies, his mother cries, his spirit flies up in the skies
wandering off to another galaxy
[futureman]
secret fears we all try to hide
lie dormant deep inside us
defy the ghosts of long forgotten days
here inside the mirror maze
[hippie]
mirror mirror I can see an angry boy, oh well I guess he's me
rising up to the society
he's aware that no one cares and life's unfair so he growa his hair
and takes a trip into eternity
[futureman]
secret fears we all try to hide
lie dormant deep inside us
defy the ghosts of long forgotten days
here inside the mirror maze
[B. THROUGH THE MIRROR]
[roman] I see a man, who's unable to withstand his fears inside
[knight] inside we're all but frightened men
but we have to fight until the end is here
[roman] hear what I say: I am doomed,
I have to pay, I can't go on
[knight] go on and persevere
for we have to make it out of here alive
[roman] a life is but a dream,
for in the mirror I have seen what lies within
[knight] within this armour cold and bright
lies a noble heart with the will to fight the pain
[roman] the pain cannot be healed,
I'm surrounded by this shield I cannot break
[knight] break through the mirror now
follow me, I will show you how
[roman] we've reached the other side,
I have overcome my pride and made it through
[knight] we threw aside our darkest fears
and stepped across these new frontiers of time
[roman] time can only tell what awaits us in this hell full of deceit
[knight] deceit, guile and treachery
will they ever set us free again?
[roman] riding on the wings of time
6. Just so much was going on that i couldnt hold, even as it happened, let alone when i woke a bit and even when i got up for the day. One startlingly clear and special scene. In the "glass hall". Its tall...somehow...like three stories, and broad, but very long...like a covered bridge/room. People...on skateboards, then on bikes. Like an acrobatics team. They ride, and spin in the air, twirl around raftors...like a moving dance. they show me. Its..wonderful to watch...and we are all walking the hall, its a dance with movement.
7. the part before i woke. Was long, but not clear when i did. Again, the setting this started was the same i found myself in when i went to sleep. "survival party". We moved on to do things, survive, stay alive? No...the act of living? what we do...how we abide/ This part was surviving, not meeting, living...gathering. We "Veer off?" for the "Moon joy". A full moon. A vast meadow, and then a mountain covered in a forest. Latter, a walk along a modern street. A market, buildings, solid from other dreams. A small market, edge of a town. I go in to...not sure. A display. Soda water. Add flavor. A few employees. We drink. Shifting counterclockwise dreams. A playing field, concrete, like a game. Lines of "site" seeing. A force that would see us and resonate us, we would dissolve...stop living. None of us were hit. Hiding, moving. Enemies were not enemies. We survive the dissociating force. I get hit, people are afraid, but i survive the force but shake head, it was not pleasant. Done. Out. A poster...flyer...for the "game". "Our soldiers are polite little girls" it was printed to look like anime. Was a trick, this was one of the most lethal things ive experienced in dreams. A bit...strange.
8. Again, we are nords/we are nordic. Ravens in a tree. We ar eint he woods, we are gathering dry branches for a fire. A witch, and an old man. Odin? It he references a dream a few days ago i wrote in pad but not in journal. I had one blind eye, and from it a rose, that opened into four blooms, gems. then i had gem eyes i place din my bare skull to see. I felt...it was...like the dissociative force. When i used it a few days ago, it was to fix and heal some dark intruder sin shadow into dream beings like us, so i would...have them as friends/allies, not have to harm them. friends was better, and i was even protective of those beings, as they...its easy to be kind, when you are not afraid. Like to small animals. A "healer woman...TED" Ted talks on stroke? something in the right brain left brain split. "targeted". We are targeted, death targets (more?) the beam force feeling...or...targeted energy line to heal or break... being stuck. Was all of those. But also WE are targeted, which was why just being was a game of "survival" and act, to be alive/aware. Not...dissociated.
Let it be beautiful when I sing the last song
I will give you even my body
Spiritwalker
Let all the children kiss the sun before they sing their last song
I will give you even my body
Spiritwalker
Let the sun shine on me when I sing the last song
I will give you even my body
Spiritwalker
Let all the children kiss the stars before they sing their last song
I will give you even my body
Spiritwalker
Spiritwalker...
Let all the children kiss the sun before they sing their last song
Let all the children kiss the sun before they sing their last song
I will have the whole world to make music with me
Spiritwalker...
Dreamwalker
Starwalker
Sunwalker
Spiritwalker
Spiritwalker
Dreamwalker
Starwalker
Sunwalker
Windwalker
Windwalker
Windwalker
Windwalker