06-09-2016, 12:00 AM
6/7-8/16 Shaman/Hotel, Orange scout/ being taken far away
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- IT is the daytime, slightly after noon. I have received a message, to go to some sort of shamanic gathering in the los angeles area, and it is something i decided to do for answers. There is a draw, mystery, beyond just wanting to do it. I feel that i need to, and should. I am without transport, and i know this will get in the way of other people's plans for the day. I talk to family, and it is decided, that my sister will take me. She has other plans for the day, but can take me around 8pm, which will get me their on time. Beyond this i do not plan to any great detail. This is, after all, a dream, and the only thing that actually matters is the intent to go. So i am aware this is a dream reality, but it is one very close to the real world, so i will not, for example, most likely just teleport or warp/fly. So, my nephew and I spend the day in palm springs. There is an ice skating ring. We go there, but dont skate. We play some arcade games. We get hamburgers. We go to see an entire film, and then, we walk around. We do these things until 8 pm, when, true to her word, my sister comes to pick us up. For some reason, it is a given, that my nephew needs to go with me, he's not separable in this context. And so, we have a long tired drive into the los angeles area. A few hours. My sister is very tired, it seems, and, a bit grouchy. When we arive, i do not think to ask her to wait, she simply drives off. When i arrive, it is after 11 pm, and very dark. The gathering was set to happen/start 15 minutes before midnight.
- It is the woman, victoria, from that introductory shamanism thing i did in january. Looks a bit shorter for some reason. A few of the people were from that, but others i dont know. This was a small group. Like 6-8 people total, although it was hard to tell, as it was very dark, and i could hardly see the walls around me. She had us sit in a circle, and then, we laid down to enter another state, but not to sleep. I could mostly just hear the woman talking. She was talking about magic, and connecting to spirits. She hit something like a gong, but it sounded more like a tibetan singing bowl, a warbling sound, and then her voice. The state i went into was akin to the more nebulous but still aware states of dreaming i have found myself in recently. Then, it changed. I saw, although not with my eyes, something like an old style reel-to-reel recording, tape, on a spool. It began to play. It was about a man, who may have been an artist. His art was physical, but this was about the spiritual side. It had the production values, and feeling, Of a NPR broadcast on some theater person, or artist. Those broadcasts generally make everything sound "the same" in my estimation. One NPR spot is largely the same in tone and structure as another. This was no different. However, as it was dealing with other things, there was more under the surface. It, the tape, also had the quality of a "taped lesson".
- The man was speaking about time with a shamanistic culture, i believe from Siberia, although, it could have been india near tibet area, that was not entirely clear from the amount of attention i paid to such details in that state. what was key was what bones of a certain type mean in their beliefs. tones. So he decided to strike the bones like they were singing bowls, or gongs. This was then played on the tape/broadcast. The key was the frequency of the sound, and it has an outsized effect in terms of what i would expect.
- I was shifted, and resonating. this resonance did not feel like being shaken, it felt like being embedded in cloth, and the cloth is sounds. I could not hear for a bit. I could not move. I could feel and thing, but only with the tones. It was disconcerting. For a time, i could only hear the shaman lady, but not her physical voice, her inner one, reciting something internally, she was speaking to, the tones. Slowly, i regained the ability to hear, and then move, but i was still inside of this. I was not the only one. I could hear a soft voice, i thought a girl or woman, but then my ears became more attune, and it was infact my nephew. He was very frightened and startled, the same thing was happening to him. The blonde girl, Amyee, the teacher, and another, was attending to him soothing him in an appropriate for a 12 year old way. I let the tones play out. Then i was able to move, and speak, i asked if he was ok, and amyee looked at me and smiled, said yes. I was the only one, still laying down. Slowly i was able to rise.
- Whatever this was, it was over, people were leaving. The woman who put it on was darting around, clearing her space. Clearly i couldn't just sleep here, or stay. I take out my phone to call my sister. She was home already, she would not or could not return to pick me up. I was befuddled about what to do. The woman amyee was listening, she was still talking to nephew. She seemed to be very present, and she said she would help us go somewhere to wait. I smiled in relief. But before i left, i wanted some answers. I stopped the shaman who was flitting around. I told her what had happened, and wanted to know why and what that was. She said rather vaguely that "A powerful spirit had descended, and thats what i had experienced". I could not help but ask, "who, and why". She said, like it was a grudging sharing of information, that it was a being on a level of a god. "why was i in that state". Again, grudgingly, she said it was a message. this time she followed it up without making me poke for the information. She said "the message was that you need to decide to be one way or another, you can not stay half in one way and half in another". this amde some scense, like i needed to be like her, OR i needed to be more in another aspect, like the world. So i understood. Spiritual/Tonal. But it does not answer my real concern. How. I do not know how to be one or the other, i do not know how to do either. there was no more help with that. She did say that it happened because that god was already around me, that i had summoned it, and its been around for some time, seeing me not being either thing...for it or the world. I briefly thought of the gods i might have invoked. It didnt feel like bible god or something like that, It felt like something similar to Papa Legba. Which would fit my recent experiences. But that is a worry for another time.
It's always something
There's always something going wrong
That's the only guarantee
That's what this is all about
It's a never ending attack
Everything's a lie, and that's a fact
Life is a lemon and I want my money back!
- True to her word, the woman amyee brings a car. but i look at it. It is like a campfire of stones, but longer, more like an elongated wilderness grave. It is open. I see this thing moving on the street, and im speaking to her from inside. I stretch to fit in it, and when i enter, inside, it is, infact a car. Something like a toyota corolla or something, about 8 years old it seems or even older. And it has normal dimensions, windows, from the inside. I tell her it is nice. She laughs at that, says mine is nice too. I tell her, that i do not have one, do I? That's why i need the ride. But i dont think she hears me. She has a persona. It reminds me of the actress, from the nineties, Helen hunt. the types of characters that person would play. Has reminded me consistently of that person, the humor projected.
- She seems to be taking me to a hotel. Oddly, it is evening again, not night. There are barricades on the road, she just guns the gas and goes between them. When it is time to park, she slides the car sideways to a stop like a stunt. It seems way too energetic, and exciting to me. Im always trying to controll my vehicle so im not doing such things...unless i need to. We get out.
- through the barricades their are four towers. Large hotels, and one condo it seems. Arranges around a plaza, that she cut through the barricade and into to park, to avoid the valet. The towers all look like they were build in the early to mid 1980s. they have that look. One is a trump condo, not going there. The others are like a hyatt and other similar hotels. Before we go in, we are joined by a man. Her husband. He does not have the same presence, but seems very comfortable supporting her whims like this, he seems to know me. He may have been at the thing earlier. I notice his hair. Its like somebody with a stubbly buzzed head let it grow half way back, it seems strange to me. Otherwise the features seem soft, not overly strong or weak. We go into one of the hotels, they lead.
- As soon as i enter the hotel. And they are looking for the check in desk, i am accosted by a loud, wannabee "wolf of wall street" type. He says "you, you want to push the cart with my luggage, you want a tip, of course you do. Come here". I mumble some apology that im not the valet. I walk away, towards the others. They had turned to watch the exchange. Amyee tells me "that was incredibly patient, and polite of you. I would have shoved it all in his ass, and offered him this tip "use vaseline before you try and pull it out" I smile faintly, and say i try to be polite to rude people, its defensive perhaps.... my voice trails off. they turn to book a room. It is a lot of talking. I am standing back a bit to speak up when its time to contribute or pay. But my nephew...hes sliding around the slick marble floor in his socks. Just by seeing this, soon, i am too. no shoes, sliding like on ice. Like tom cruise in that movie. I notice a turn, in the corridor. The dream is not built past there, its not for a child to see, so i turn and go back with nephew. They have already booked the room, and i know not to speak up about cost by their look and demeanor.
- The attendant takes us to the room. There are four small bed, more like day bed mattresses, arranged in a way not dis similar to how the towers were around the plaza. People immediately get into beds. I wait till last to see where they want me. I have a bit of confusion...and i supposed to get close, no, boys side/girls side what. the woman sleeps int he long one, My nephew above, the man gets in a separate one. What is left, is like a thin mattress. that hangs from two metal bars like a hammock. I've never used one, but i notice how if i lay how i do in my real bed, it will be like im cradled in an arm. I carefully lay down, and it is silent. It is like going into another trance. But this time, it wakes me, when i slip into that state, the other end is my eyes/waking world. And i take notes, and go back to sleep.
II
- There were many dreams in between these two sections, this is the next one i recalled, clearly, and is the last dream cycle before i wake.
- I enter a dream, and there is a man, falling, like he jumped out of an airplane. He is fighting these ninja girl type characters, who are also falling, spirals. Darting in and out, and when he strikes, groups fall rapidly. I dive near him, to understand. But soon, the...it all ends. The man is laying in his belly, on the floor. It is a room, perhaps a bedroom. He is almost nude save for boxers. All around are scattered toys, like plastic army men. I take one of them and look more carefully. They are the ninja girls, and they have carved expressions of them landing, similar to the man. The man is JJ. He rises and i want to speak to him, but he seems embarrassed and eager to leave, and does not say much. I begin to look around, i am interested in how it went from one thing, to this normal looking room. I hold one of the plastic figures to my eyes, and admire the detailed craftsmanship, they had just been alive. and yet, they had been mass produced. I really look hard into the energy that made them.
My gun is loaded
I'm a six-shot heart attack
I pull the trigger
So you better watch your back
Looking out for #1 so you had better take this piece of advice
Make your move
Stick 'em up or kiss your ass goodbye
- When i look away, i see it, peering at me. A being that is all orange. It is like its technicolor, painted a solid orange, like a cartoon character. It has a shape vaguely like cartoon flame. Three bits of flame are hair. Very alive, and alert eyes. It is frozen, as i have seen it. I speak to it, i say that the work on these figures is exquisite. It relaxes some. I say it is a shame that JJ left, but, i would like to understand what it did and how, with the room in dreaming. That i would like to talk to it, and perhaps we could play, outside of its working. It agrees and is enthusiastic.
- It becomes a young man, standing next to a new model pickup truck. The feeling in the figure it created is that of an enthusiastic young man who left his corner of the world, and wants to explore the wider reality. He seems familiar, but is not someone i know. An archetype, perhaps. He then gets something like cardboard visor for the front of the truck. It reminds me of those google glasses one can make with cardboard and an old smartphone, but the windshield is the screen. I look carefully at what he does, and then he motions me to join him in the truck.
- Via the screen, the space in the truck shifts like what i saw, when i first entered...a larger dream space. What i see is lines of light, spirals, a travelling affect, but it stretches around me, like i am moving through space. We travel into stars, and their music shifts us more and more, like gates. Then he nudges me and tells me to move my head. It seemed like i was moving but no. With his nudge, i find my body, and lay my head and body down on the seat. This shifts the lock, my perspective. Now all i see is a huge ball of light, hot, bright, a white void. He explains that is what one sees, when they aren't angled correctly with the rays and tones, a vaste awareness, like a white hole. It seems this is done, and i leave the truck. And when i exit, it is not there. Like it was never wherever i am, i am simply blinking into existence.
Is this the place that I want to be
Is it you who I want to see
Holding on, hold it high, show me everything
And you're leaving me, yeah you're leaving me
you're leaving me with a hated identity
But I keep on a comin' here and standing in this state
And I'm never really sure if you'll take what I'm saying the right way
But I'm not appalled or afraid verbal pocket play
Is as discreet as I can muster up to be
Because the Cadillac that's sittin' in the back
It isn't me
Oh, no, no, no it isn't me
I'm more at home in my galaxie
- I m not sure where i am, or what i am to do. It starts organizing itself to what i would expect; the town i was a child. shifting, but it does not become that, it just arranges similarly. the elements that are here. So i begin walking towards my home, when i was 13 years old. Its sorta corresponds. To my right,a cross a field, is the area my grandmother lived. I look at it now. Instead of a somewhat ghetto area, its a new housing development, gates. I hear children laughing, it is movie day in the park. I listen more. They are showing the cartoon "disney's hercules" I have not seen it, but this one seems as discussed on the medusa as much as him. I just note that, and the laughter. this is not right. I look up, and the street im on branches into a T and there are no homes where mine should be. That is not right either. I look towards the mountain, mount san jacinto. the mountains above me seem similar, but san jacinto, behind me. Instead of one large mountains, there are two small and alien peaks. Also, the sun is in the sky between them, like the sun rises from north to south not east to west. Its very wrong. alien. Even though the elements are similar to what i may fine, they dont mathc up, and are just the energy masks my mind makes. I know i am in an utterly alien and unfamiliar place. But i should be where i started.
- I do not know where to move, to find exits, or gates. I call out for the "mayor" of this world, and am pulled into her office. I tell her that i am far from where i live, and im not sure where i even am. Close enough for familiar physical form, but the details are completely wrong. She listens a bit. I have a piece of paper, i draw the rout that i took with the orange being on it. She looks at it. She holds it, and expands it in four dimensions. then what happened is clear enough. I jumped through 11 stars, in a loop. on the paper, i should be now back. But thats a 2 dimensional perspective. In 3d and four D it is clear what happened. Those stars done line up. the end point was pulled in third and fourth dimension sideways. I am the length of the round trip pulled sideways. 11 light years. Still in the local cluster, but another part of it. The orange being was not exactly sure where i came from when it returned me. the math was off. this far out, i do not know how to retrace my steps. Just walking the streets, i would be walking for longer then the universe exists to return. that wont work.
- the mayor says she can sell me a ticked back. It will cost me exactly 6043 standard credits. I decide whatever that amount is, i have left in me. the mayor can somehow see what energy i have left over, from the early resonance phase in dreaming. I write the number on a slip of paper and give it to her. She then writes the number again on a piece of bright orange paper, and gives it back to me to hold. She then tells me it is a small craft, not rated for more then what can fit in a SUV. That the price will include two lessons on navigation and piloting. I am surprised. I had not purchased a ride, i had purchased a small scout craft, like the orange scouts, as best i can understand it. she nods and i leave, putting the paper in my pocket.
- Leaving her office is harder then entering. I am going down flights of stairs, like catwalks, downward. On each floor their are open doors. through them i see a great diversity of dreams. I pass one, and there is a "woman" hanging in the doorway, smoking a cigarette. Something about her screams "thief". Sadly, i had been holding the slip of paper in my hand, looking at the number, trying to get more info out of it...like when these stairs would end. She sees the amount written on it. She quickly stubs out her cigarette and the doorframe, and starts following me. I feel all sorts of projected dreams im slapping them away and moving faster. She really wants to steal whatever i got.
- She is not able to trick me out of it. Or shift me to a dream where she can get it. At last, i am at the bottom of the stairs. Its a small guarded lobby, and then there is a large glass door. What i see on the other side is the same light i saw, when i shifted my head, in the truck. there are three guards down here. Women, like amazon extras from zena or something. The would-be thief pursuing me looks sorta like an 80s punk girl, but with long black hair not spiked. So the thief declares that i STOLE her slip. And the three guards stare at me. I say i did not such thing, that she saw me looking at it, and pursued me. They dont listen to me. they dont even care to hear me. She repeats what she said, and the three start moving towards me. I am frozen, speaking, and they all draw closer. I say this is ridiculous, to call the mayor. they will do no such thing. 2 of the guards are close, and i stun them by clapping my hands together, similar to what happened to me, but more forceful. They are also wanting to be a part of the robbery, they aren't guards against that. I look at the other two, they hesitate. I say again call the mayor, but they wont. I check my pocket. the slip of paper is in there too. You know, nothing is stopping me from just leaving but my trying to be right/prove im not the thief the woman is. What a clever, silly trap. I walk out the door, and wake right away.
I'm the dandy highwayman who you're too scared to mention
I spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention
The devil take your stereo and your record collection
The way you look you'll qualify for next year's old age pension
Stand and deliver your money or your life!
Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife!
I'm the dandy highwayman so sick of easy fashion
The clumsy boots, peek-a-boo roots that people think so dashing
So what's the point of robbery when nothing is worth taking?
It's kind of tough to tell a scruff the big mistake he's making
Stand and deliver your money or your life!
Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife!
And even though you fool your souls
Your conscience will be mine all mine
- Seems my sleep self was ahead of my body. As i wake, i hear myself. i am yelling. "call the mayor!" . a person was even at my door talking to me, then had walked away before i was fully awake. I asked latter, seems i had been yelling for a few moments. Seems they heard calling and me saying the mayor...and they figured i was sleep talking so left. lol. But in the dream, i had stopped/figured it out before i exited xD. so it was weird physical self lag. lol.
I
- IT is the daytime, slightly after noon. I have received a message, to go to some sort of shamanic gathering in the los angeles area, and it is something i decided to do for answers. There is a draw, mystery, beyond just wanting to do it. I feel that i need to, and should. I am without transport, and i know this will get in the way of other people's plans for the day. I talk to family, and it is decided, that my sister will take me. She has other plans for the day, but can take me around 8pm, which will get me their on time. Beyond this i do not plan to any great detail. This is, after all, a dream, and the only thing that actually matters is the intent to go. So i am aware this is a dream reality, but it is one very close to the real world, so i will not, for example, most likely just teleport or warp/fly. So, my nephew and I spend the day in palm springs. There is an ice skating ring. We go there, but dont skate. We play some arcade games. We get hamburgers. We go to see an entire film, and then, we walk around. We do these things until 8 pm, when, true to her word, my sister comes to pick us up. For some reason, it is a given, that my nephew needs to go with me, he's not separable in this context. And so, we have a long tired drive into the los angeles area. A few hours. My sister is very tired, it seems, and, a bit grouchy. When we arive, i do not think to ask her to wait, she simply drives off. When i arrive, it is after 11 pm, and very dark. The gathering was set to happen/start 15 minutes before midnight.
- It is the woman, victoria, from that introductory shamanism thing i did in january. Looks a bit shorter for some reason. A few of the people were from that, but others i dont know. This was a small group. Like 6-8 people total, although it was hard to tell, as it was very dark, and i could hardly see the walls around me. She had us sit in a circle, and then, we laid down to enter another state, but not to sleep. I could mostly just hear the woman talking. She was talking about magic, and connecting to spirits. She hit something like a gong, but it sounded more like a tibetan singing bowl, a warbling sound, and then her voice. The state i went into was akin to the more nebulous but still aware states of dreaming i have found myself in recently. Then, it changed. I saw, although not with my eyes, something like an old style reel-to-reel recording, tape, on a spool. It began to play. It was about a man, who may have been an artist. His art was physical, but this was about the spiritual side. It had the production values, and feeling, Of a NPR broadcast on some theater person, or artist. Those broadcasts generally make everything sound "the same" in my estimation. One NPR spot is largely the same in tone and structure as another. This was no different. However, as it was dealing with other things, there was more under the surface. It, the tape, also had the quality of a "taped lesson".
- The man was speaking about time with a shamanistic culture, i believe from Siberia, although, it could have been india near tibet area, that was not entirely clear from the amount of attention i paid to such details in that state. what was key was what bones of a certain type mean in their beliefs. tones. So he decided to strike the bones like they were singing bowls, or gongs. This was then played on the tape/broadcast. The key was the frequency of the sound, and it has an outsized effect in terms of what i would expect.
- I was shifted, and resonating. this resonance did not feel like being shaken, it felt like being embedded in cloth, and the cloth is sounds. I could not hear for a bit. I could not move. I could feel and thing, but only with the tones. It was disconcerting. For a time, i could only hear the shaman lady, but not her physical voice, her inner one, reciting something internally, she was speaking to, the tones. Slowly, i regained the ability to hear, and then move, but i was still inside of this. I was not the only one. I could hear a soft voice, i thought a girl or woman, but then my ears became more attune, and it was infact my nephew. He was very frightened and startled, the same thing was happening to him. The blonde girl, Amyee, the teacher, and another, was attending to him soothing him in an appropriate for a 12 year old way. I let the tones play out. Then i was able to move, and speak, i asked if he was ok, and amyee looked at me and smiled, said yes. I was the only one, still laying down. Slowly i was able to rise.
- Whatever this was, it was over, people were leaving. The woman who put it on was darting around, clearing her space. Clearly i couldn't just sleep here, or stay. I take out my phone to call my sister. She was home already, she would not or could not return to pick me up. I was befuddled about what to do. The woman amyee was listening, she was still talking to nephew. She seemed to be very present, and she said she would help us go somewhere to wait. I smiled in relief. But before i left, i wanted some answers. I stopped the shaman who was flitting around. I told her what had happened, and wanted to know why and what that was. She said rather vaguely that "A powerful spirit had descended, and thats what i had experienced". I could not help but ask, "who, and why". She said, like it was a grudging sharing of information, that it was a being on a level of a god. "why was i in that state". Again, grudgingly, she said it was a message. this time she followed it up without making me poke for the information. She said "the message was that you need to decide to be one way or another, you can not stay half in one way and half in another". this amde some scense, like i needed to be like her, OR i needed to be more in another aspect, like the world. So i understood. Spiritual/Tonal. But it does not answer my real concern. How. I do not know how to be one or the other, i do not know how to do either. there was no more help with that. She did say that it happened because that god was already around me, that i had summoned it, and its been around for some time, seeing me not being either thing...for it or the world. I briefly thought of the gods i might have invoked. It didnt feel like bible god or something like that, It felt like something similar to Papa Legba. Which would fit my recent experiences. But that is a worry for another time.
It's always something
There's always something going wrong
That's the only guarantee
That's what this is all about
It's a never ending attack
Everything's a lie, and that's a fact
Life is a lemon and I want my money back!
- True to her word, the woman amyee brings a car. but i look at it. It is like a campfire of stones, but longer, more like an elongated wilderness grave. It is open. I see this thing moving on the street, and im speaking to her from inside. I stretch to fit in it, and when i enter, inside, it is, infact a car. Something like a toyota corolla or something, about 8 years old it seems or even older. And it has normal dimensions, windows, from the inside. I tell her it is nice. She laughs at that, says mine is nice too. I tell her, that i do not have one, do I? That's why i need the ride. But i dont think she hears me. She has a persona. It reminds me of the actress, from the nineties, Helen hunt. the types of characters that person would play. Has reminded me consistently of that person, the humor projected.
- She seems to be taking me to a hotel. Oddly, it is evening again, not night. There are barricades on the road, she just guns the gas and goes between them. When it is time to park, she slides the car sideways to a stop like a stunt. It seems way too energetic, and exciting to me. Im always trying to controll my vehicle so im not doing such things...unless i need to. We get out.
- through the barricades their are four towers. Large hotels, and one condo it seems. Arranges around a plaza, that she cut through the barricade and into to park, to avoid the valet. The towers all look like they were build in the early to mid 1980s. they have that look. One is a trump condo, not going there. The others are like a hyatt and other similar hotels. Before we go in, we are joined by a man. Her husband. He does not have the same presence, but seems very comfortable supporting her whims like this, he seems to know me. He may have been at the thing earlier. I notice his hair. Its like somebody with a stubbly buzzed head let it grow half way back, it seems strange to me. Otherwise the features seem soft, not overly strong or weak. We go into one of the hotels, they lead.
- As soon as i enter the hotel. And they are looking for the check in desk, i am accosted by a loud, wannabee "wolf of wall street" type. He says "you, you want to push the cart with my luggage, you want a tip, of course you do. Come here". I mumble some apology that im not the valet. I walk away, towards the others. They had turned to watch the exchange. Amyee tells me "that was incredibly patient, and polite of you. I would have shoved it all in his ass, and offered him this tip "use vaseline before you try and pull it out" I smile faintly, and say i try to be polite to rude people, its defensive perhaps.... my voice trails off. they turn to book a room. It is a lot of talking. I am standing back a bit to speak up when its time to contribute or pay. But my nephew...hes sliding around the slick marble floor in his socks. Just by seeing this, soon, i am too. no shoes, sliding like on ice. Like tom cruise in that movie. I notice a turn, in the corridor. The dream is not built past there, its not for a child to see, so i turn and go back with nephew. They have already booked the room, and i know not to speak up about cost by their look and demeanor.
- The attendant takes us to the room. There are four small bed, more like day bed mattresses, arranged in a way not dis similar to how the towers were around the plaza. People immediately get into beds. I wait till last to see where they want me. I have a bit of confusion...and i supposed to get close, no, boys side/girls side what. the woman sleeps int he long one, My nephew above, the man gets in a separate one. What is left, is like a thin mattress. that hangs from two metal bars like a hammock. I've never used one, but i notice how if i lay how i do in my real bed, it will be like im cradled in an arm. I carefully lay down, and it is silent. It is like going into another trance. But this time, it wakes me, when i slip into that state, the other end is my eyes/waking world. And i take notes, and go back to sleep.
II
- There were many dreams in between these two sections, this is the next one i recalled, clearly, and is the last dream cycle before i wake.
- I enter a dream, and there is a man, falling, like he jumped out of an airplane. He is fighting these ninja girl type characters, who are also falling, spirals. Darting in and out, and when he strikes, groups fall rapidly. I dive near him, to understand. But soon, the...it all ends. The man is laying in his belly, on the floor. It is a room, perhaps a bedroom. He is almost nude save for boxers. All around are scattered toys, like plastic army men. I take one of them and look more carefully. They are the ninja girls, and they have carved expressions of them landing, similar to the man. The man is JJ. He rises and i want to speak to him, but he seems embarrassed and eager to leave, and does not say much. I begin to look around, i am interested in how it went from one thing, to this normal looking room. I hold one of the plastic figures to my eyes, and admire the detailed craftsmanship, they had just been alive. and yet, they had been mass produced. I really look hard into the energy that made them.
My gun is loaded
I'm a six-shot heart attack
I pull the trigger
So you better watch your back
Looking out for #1 so you had better take this piece of advice
Make your move
Stick 'em up or kiss your ass goodbye
- When i look away, i see it, peering at me. A being that is all orange. It is like its technicolor, painted a solid orange, like a cartoon character. It has a shape vaguely like cartoon flame. Three bits of flame are hair. Very alive, and alert eyes. It is frozen, as i have seen it. I speak to it, i say that the work on these figures is exquisite. It relaxes some. I say it is a shame that JJ left, but, i would like to understand what it did and how, with the room in dreaming. That i would like to talk to it, and perhaps we could play, outside of its working. It agrees and is enthusiastic.
- It becomes a young man, standing next to a new model pickup truck. The feeling in the figure it created is that of an enthusiastic young man who left his corner of the world, and wants to explore the wider reality. He seems familiar, but is not someone i know. An archetype, perhaps. He then gets something like cardboard visor for the front of the truck. It reminds me of those google glasses one can make with cardboard and an old smartphone, but the windshield is the screen. I look carefully at what he does, and then he motions me to join him in the truck.
- Via the screen, the space in the truck shifts like what i saw, when i first entered...a larger dream space. What i see is lines of light, spirals, a travelling affect, but it stretches around me, like i am moving through space. We travel into stars, and their music shifts us more and more, like gates. Then he nudges me and tells me to move my head. It seemed like i was moving but no. With his nudge, i find my body, and lay my head and body down on the seat. This shifts the lock, my perspective. Now all i see is a huge ball of light, hot, bright, a white void. He explains that is what one sees, when they aren't angled correctly with the rays and tones, a vaste awareness, like a white hole. It seems this is done, and i leave the truck. And when i exit, it is not there. Like it was never wherever i am, i am simply blinking into existence.
Is this the place that I want to be
Is it you who I want to see
Holding on, hold it high, show me everything
And you're leaving me, yeah you're leaving me
you're leaving me with a hated identity
But I keep on a comin' here and standing in this state
And I'm never really sure if you'll take what I'm saying the right way
But I'm not appalled or afraid verbal pocket play
Is as discreet as I can muster up to be
Because the Cadillac that's sittin' in the back
It isn't me
Oh, no, no, no it isn't me
I'm more at home in my galaxie
- I m not sure where i am, or what i am to do. It starts organizing itself to what i would expect; the town i was a child. shifting, but it does not become that, it just arranges similarly. the elements that are here. So i begin walking towards my home, when i was 13 years old. Its sorta corresponds. To my right,a cross a field, is the area my grandmother lived. I look at it now. Instead of a somewhat ghetto area, its a new housing development, gates. I hear children laughing, it is movie day in the park. I listen more. They are showing the cartoon "disney's hercules" I have not seen it, but this one seems as discussed on the medusa as much as him. I just note that, and the laughter. this is not right. I look up, and the street im on branches into a T and there are no homes where mine should be. That is not right either. I look towards the mountain, mount san jacinto. the mountains above me seem similar, but san jacinto, behind me. Instead of one large mountains, there are two small and alien peaks. Also, the sun is in the sky between them, like the sun rises from north to south not east to west. Its very wrong. alien. Even though the elements are similar to what i may fine, they dont mathc up, and are just the energy masks my mind makes. I know i am in an utterly alien and unfamiliar place. But i should be where i started.
- I do not know where to move, to find exits, or gates. I call out for the "mayor" of this world, and am pulled into her office. I tell her that i am far from where i live, and im not sure where i even am. Close enough for familiar physical form, but the details are completely wrong. She listens a bit. I have a piece of paper, i draw the rout that i took with the orange being on it. She looks at it. She holds it, and expands it in four dimensions. then what happened is clear enough. I jumped through 11 stars, in a loop. on the paper, i should be now back. But thats a 2 dimensional perspective. In 3d and four D it is clear what happened. Those stars done line up. the end point was pulled in third and fourth dimension sideways. I am the length of the round trip pulled sideways. 11 light years. Still in the local cluster, but another part of it. The orange being was not exactly sure where i came from when it returned me. the math was off. this far out, i do not know how to retrace my steps. Just walking the streets, i would be walking for longer then the universe exists to return. that wont work.
- the mayor says she can sell me a ticked back. It will cost me exactly 6043 standard credits. I decide whatever that amount is, i have left in me. the mayor can somehow see what energy i have left over, from the early resonance phase in dreaming. I write the number on a slip of paper and give it to her. She then writes the number again on a piece of bright orange paper, and gives it back to me to hold. She then tells me it is a small craft, not rated for more then what can fit in a SUV. That the price will include two lessons on navigation and piloting. I am surprised. I had not purchased a ride, i had purchased a small scout craft, like the orange scouts, as best i can understand it. she nods and i leave, putting the paper in my pocket.
- Leaving her office is harder then entering. I am going down flights of stairs, like catwalks, downward. On each floor their are open doors. through them i see a great diversity of dreams. I pass one, and there is a "woman" hanging in the doorway, smoking a cigarette. Something about her screams "thief". Sadly, i had been holding the slip of paper in my hand, looking at the number, trying to get more info out of it...like when these stairs would end. She sees the amount written on it. She quickly stubs out her cigarette and the doorframe, and starts following me. I feel all sorts of projected dreams im slapping them away and moving faster. She really wants to steal whatever i got.
- She is not able to trick me out of it. Or shift me to a dream where she can get it. At last, i am at the bottom of the stairs. Its a small guarded lobby, and then there is a large glass door. What i see on the other side is the same light i saw, when i shifted my head, in the truck. there are three guards down here. Women, like amazon extras from zena or something. The would-be thief pursuing me looks sorta like an 80s punk girl, but with long black hair not spiked. So the thief declares that i STOLE her slip. And the three guards stare at me. I say i did not such thing, that she saw me looking at it, and pursued me. They dont listen to me. they dont even care to hear me. She repeats what she said, and the three start moving towards me. I am frozen, speaking, and they all draw closer. I say this is ridiculous, to call the mayor. they will do no such thing. 2 of the guards are close, and i stun them by clapping my hands together, similar to what happened to me, but more forceful. They are also wanting to be a part of the robbery, they aren't guards against that. I look at the other two, they hesitate. I say again call the mayor, but they wont. I check my pocket. the slip of paper is in there too. You know, nothing is stopping me from just leaving but my trying to be right/prove im not the thief the woman is. What a clever, silly trap. I walk out the door, and wake right away.
I'm the dandy highwayman who you're too scared to mention
I spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention
The devil take your stereo and your record collection
The way you look you'll qualify for next year's old age pension
Stand and deliver your money or your life!
Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife!
I'm the dandy highwayman so sick of easy fashion
The clumsy boots, peek-a-boo roots that people think so dashing
So what's the point of robbery when nothing is worth taking?
It's kind of tough to tell a scruff the big mistake he's making
Stand and deliver your money or your life!
Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife!
And even though you fool your souls
Your conscience will be mine all mine
- Seems my sleep self was ahead of my body. As i wake, i hear myself. i am yelling. "call the mayor!" . a person was even at my door talking to me, then had walked away before i was fully awake. I asked latter, seems i had been yelling for a few moments. Seems they heard calling and me saying the mayor...and they figured i was sleep talking so left. lol. But in the dream, i had stopped/figured it out before i exited xD. so it was weird physical self lag. lol.