06-11-2016, 12:00 AM
6/9-10/16 Rocket class, Humminbird and alligator wedding
- really nice state in dreaming. there was so much going on, and it was a continuous story, like a lifetime, that i didnt want to leave. So i kept going back to sleep and it would all pick up. As a result, i slept a bit more then 12 hours, even though i could have woken after 7. So just some highlights, as i didnt wake to write for fear of breaking it, and when i woke, i didnt write then either.
- After many dreams, things are focussing on rocket launches, spacex, but in the reality of previous dreams for me. A long, low series of buildings, perhaps a launch complex control area, in an area that reminded me of florida, so perhaps cape canaveral. Each launch was more then a simple thing, each has personality, and has thousands of people, engineers, scientists to see it through. There was soon another one. I was thinking how, in old dreams, 4 years ago, these would happen in a residential area, like a park, in a nice area of southern california towards LA. And how in many dreams i would go, like to fireworks, and watch them rise. Now, there was all this formal and safe stuff, in a proper location. Like the idea matured with the reality. I had mixed feelings about that, i could "do" more with the sort of less organized reality. But i still got an invitation, and i wanted to go.
- Strangely, when we arrive, its a smaller group then i thoughts, and some children or young people. Some younger engineers were using this to explain science concepts in a fun and hip way, which is actually what the company does with their live launch broadcasts, which have a pretty big following and they show them in schools and colleges becasue they make it interesting. I was somewhat...nonplussed that i was in a interested novice class.
- At some point it became sitting at desks and then a large white table. And people were asking questions, and then being asked questions, like a quiz. On topics my logical mind is not so great at. It felt like math, but it wasnt, it was questions. that one had to "figure". I like to measure with my fingers and be big picture not so detailed. I give my answer and it is wrong. I wrote it. I spoke it. And then i dont want to say more. I am not...handling it well. The questions to me were about the mission, the larger picture, i thought for sure i knew the "destiny" of it. Spreading life, growth, future, etc. And Yet i was told by one of these hipster engineers it was wrong. Indignant. i was around when it was just me, the guy doing it, and a couple of oddballs. Now there is no real space for me? I got annoyed when some vaguely familiar people seemed to be giving the right answers ( kao im thinking and based on what she asked me about dreaming in a pm i think it was her). But also wg and other people. Which reminded me: One of the things i was supposed to be doing is looking for the words black market or forbidden improper conjugations for wg. In the dream i thought this was to help her on her quest to be less formal and rigid in how she conceptualizes language, and what it actually represents. And yet here i am, getting "words" and "concepts" "wrong". This was important, becasue she had woken up briefly, and told me she dreamed of me in such a place, when i was awake, so i wanted to find it. And i hadn't and maybe wouldn't. this added to my mood of silence. I dont much enjoy not knowing and or having a clue it seems.
- The rocket launches. I see it through a window, as i sit. IT seems more divorced from me. Its also all very symbolic. I leave, after some time.
- but it does not end. I am a much older man. I live in a small house on some sort of pension, near this place, which has become old, and is no longer used. It fulfilled its purpose. There are others like me, somehow connected, in small, modern homes. maintained. but thats not the world anymore. There are also...younger ones, who come to learn the secrets of the place, to build on it in their own way on their own spaces. Some of them even occupy the launch area like...a scientifically oriented secret society. And yet they rarely seem to seek out the old ones. And none, it would seem, would seek this old one out as her...does not fit in a way that is seen.
- Two old ones, one day, meet. Their is a protocol. Both seem american, and speak english, but the one calling and the one receiving both make a point to declare that their bodies are not resting in what is known as the united states. Their real bodies, not this...place. Well im here, and seeing, and my name is andrew, and i certainly AM there. But they dont see me, so i dont volunteer that. Im not really sure what exactly they are on about, its not actually rocket science. Its more spiritual/sorcery.
- Time. so much time, passed. Buildings are below the swamp, sea is lower. and yet i still am around. I am not human anymore. I have devolved hundreds of millions of years. I am an alligator. I have a beehive hairdo, becasue i remember them. And i am wearing 50's cats eye glasses. My home is still, as it was, under the mud, through my muddy burrow.
- Finally, i am sought out. All thats left are stories, that have nothing to do with past, more myths, that almost remember. there is a concern to all the animals. Mr deer, and wolf, and badger. And the birds. A sickness in the land, from something ancient. Bones. they seek me. Because im the oldest of them all, from before time some say, although that really is silly, the wise ones know and i wont much talk. And my mouth has sharp teeth, and i may be cranky. But they all come to my hole. And i let them in. And then they are inside, and can not believe the place, the house they find. I serve them tea.
- I know what is wrong. One of the things buried, is an old ICBM derived booster, nothing to do with my rockets. the perchlorates and benzine, degrading. the bone was disturbed. A bone of solid rocket fuel. Its makes the folk, as i call them sick. It needs to be dug up, taken away, and burned. they must be careful, using leaves, other things. hardy ones to move it. Burn it away, on a rock by the sea. ignite it with the hottest fire, and then cast the ash into the sea far away. like an old shamans wisdom, but really, how to get rid and ignite the rocket fuel, which does not easily burn. they need a dragon. But thats what it is.
- I think its done, and im going to find some fish to eat. A bird, a hummingbird comes from the sky, and he LIFTS me be a single claw. He is talking the whole time. I have to explain, what i know. Hummingbird is the most beautiful of all the folk in the forest. Like a king, not strongest, but most beutiful. He has a voice, a south american accent, suave and debonair. the sun lights his feathers like magic, and all the animals stop to admire him as flies around. He has me by the claw, and we are flying, it is hard, but he is managing. He is telling me that know he knew i was the one he was looking for, to marry. he will take me to his nest and male me his wife because of my saving the forest and wisdom etc. this is very strange. Im not a woman. Im not even an animal, really. Im me in a dream. But he is talking so fast. I just manage to say "that really isn't necessary" my god my voice is even like Ros from monsters inc. when hes telling me of my reward. He drops me in his tiny nest he made, and somehow i fit. then he summons the eldest.
- At the top of the great tree, lives the eldest. Above. She is an elephant. And not any elephant, a pink elephant. Her skin its not elephant skin, which sorta looks like scales. it is, but they are diamond shaped not square. it is striking. Hummingbird tells her of his plan, and asks if this is the right one. He tells her what happened, and elephant smiles and looks at me. And she laughs, happy. She says...this was the ancient legend, or prophesy. And she sees me. what i knew/am. Excited. She tells the hummingbird something, and he flies off to look for flowers, to decorate. She finds him funny and nice. She tells me what this is, and knows who i must be. And then waves her trunk, tells me i need to elave, and thanks me for staying till this, with them. And then, i wake.
- really nice state in dreaming. there was so much going on, and it was a continuous story, like a lifetime, that i didnt want to leave. So i kept going back to sleep and it would all pick up. As a result, i slept a bit more then 12 hours, even though i could have woken after 7. So just some highlights, as i didnt wake to write for fear of breaking it, and when i woke, i didnt write then either.
- After many dreams, things are focussing on rocket launches, spacex, but in the reality of previous dreams for me. A long, low series of buildings, perhaps a launch complex control area, in an area that reminded me of florida, so perhaps cape canaveral. Each launch was more then a simple thing, each has personality, and has thousands of people, engineers, scientists to see it through. There was soon another one. I was thinking how, in old dreams, 4 years ago, these would happen in a residential area, like a park, in a nice area of southern california towards LA. And how in many dreams i would go, like to fireworks, and watch them rise. Now, there was all this formal and safe stuff, in a proper location. Like the idea matured with the reality. I had mixed feelings about that, i could "do" more with the sort of less organized reality. But i still got an invitation, and i wanted to go.
- Strangely, when we arrive, its a smaller group then i thoughts, and some children or young people. Some younger engineers were using this to explain science concepts in a fun and hip way, which is actually what the company does with their live launch broadcasts, which have a pretty big following and they show them in schools and colleges becasue they make it interesting. I was somewhat...nonplussed that i was in a interested novice class.
- At some point it became sitting at desks and then a large white table. And people were asking questions, and then being asked questions, like a quiz. On topics my logical mind is not so great at. It felt like math, but it wasnt, it was questions. that one had to "figure". I like to measure with my fingers and be big picture not so detailed. I give my answer and it is wrong. I wrote it. I spoke it. And then i dont want to say more. I am not...handling it well. The questions to me were about the mission, the larger picture, i thought for sure i knew the "destiny" of it. Spreading life, growth, future, etc. And Yet i was told by one of these hipster engineers it was wrong. Indignant. i was around when it was just me, the guy doing it, and a couple of oddballs. Now there is no real space for me? I got annoyed when some vaguely familiar people seemed to be giving the right answers ( kao im thinking and based on what she asked me about dreaming in a pm i think it was her). But also wg and other people. Which reminded me: One of the things i was supposed to be doing is looking for the words black market or forbidden improper conjugations for wg. In the dream i thought this was to help her on her quest to be less formal and rigid in how she conceptualizes language, and what it actually represents. And yet here i am, getting "words" and "concepts" "wrong". This was important, becasue she had woken up briefly, and told me she dreamed of me in such a place, when i was awake, so i wanted to find it. And i hadn't and maybe wouldn't. this added to my mood of silence. I dont much enjoy not knowing and or having a clue it seems.
- The rocket launches. I see it through a window, as i sit. IT seems more divorced from me. Its also all very symbolic. I leave, after some time.
- but it does not end. I am a much older man. I live in a small house on some sort of pension, near this place, which has become old, and is no longer used. It fulfilled its purpose. There are others like me, somehow connected, in small, modern homes. maintained. but thats not the world anymore. There are also...younger ones, who come to learn the secrets of the place, to build on it in their own way on their own spaces. Some of them even occupy the launch area like...a scientifically oriented secret society. And yet they rarely seem to seek out the old ones. And none, it would seem, would seek this old one out as her...does not fit in a way that is seen.
- Two old ones, one day, meet. Their is a protocol. Both seem american, and speak english, but the one calling and the one receiving both make a point to declare that their bodies are not resting in what is known as the united states. Their real bodies, not this...place. Well im here, and seeing, and my name is andrew, and i certainly AM there. But they dont see me, so i dont volunteer that. Im not really sure what exactly they are on about, its not actually rocket science. Its more spiritual/sorcery.
- Time. so much time, passed. Buildings are below the swamp, sea is lower. and yet i still am around. I am not human anymore. I have devolved hundreds of millions of years. I am an alligator. I have a beehive hairdo, becasue i remember them. And i am wearing 50's cats eye glasses. My home is still, as it was, under the mud, through my muddy burrow.
- Finally, i am sought out. All thats left are stories, that have nothing to do with past, more myths, that almost remember. there is a concern to all the animals. Mr deer, and wolf, and badger. And the birds. A sickness in the land, from something ancient. Bones. they seek me. Because im the oldest of them all, from before time some say, although that really is silly, the wise ones know and i wont much talk. And my mouth has sharp teeth, and i may be cranky. But they all come to my hole. And i let them in. And then they are inside, and can not believe the place, the house they find. I serve them tea.
- I know what is wrong. One of the things buried, is an old ICBM derived booster, nothing to do with my rockets. the perchlorates and benzine, degrading. the bone was disturbed. A bone of solid rocket fuel. Its makes the folk, as i call them sick. It needs to be dug up, taken away, and burned. they must be careful, using leaves, other things. hardy ones to move it. Burn it away, on a rock by the sea. ignite it with the hottest fire, and then cast the ash into the sea far away. like an old shamans wisdom, but really, how to get rid and ignite the rocket fuel, which does not easily burn. they need a dragon. But thats what it is.
- I think its done, and im going to find some fish to eat. A bird, a hummingbird comes from the sky, and he LIFTS me be a single claw. He is talking the whole time. I have to explain, what i know. Hummingbird is the most beautiful of all the folk in the forest. Like a king, not strongest, but most beutiful. He has a voice, a south american accent, suave and debonair. the sun lights his feathers like magic, and all the animals stop to admire him as flies around. He has me by the claw, and we are flying, it is hard, but he is managing. He is telling me that know he knew i was the one he was looking for, to marry. he will take me to his nest and male me his wife because of my saving the forest and wisdom etc. this is very strange. Im not a woman. Im not even an animal, really. Im me in a dream. But he is talking so fast. I just manage to say "that really isn't necessary" my god my voice is even like Ros from monsters inc. when hes telling me of my reward. He drops me in his tiny nest he made, and somehow i fit. then he summons the eldest.
- At the top of the great tree, lives the eldest. Above. She is an elephant. And not any elephant, a pink elephant. Her skin its not elephant skin, which sorta looks like scales. it is, but they are diamond shaped not square. it is striking. Hummingbird tells her of his plan, and asks if this is the right one. He tells her what happened, and elephant smiles and looks at me. And she laughs, happy. She says...this was the ancient legend, or prophesy. And she sees me. what i knew/am. Excited. She tells the hummingbird something, and he flies off to look for flowers, to decorate. She finds him funny and nice. She tells me what this is, and knows who i must be. And then waves her trunk, tells me i need to elave, and thanks me for staying till this, with them. And then, i wake.