10-30-2011, 12:00 AM
Ill try to post a few again, not the same ones.
This one happened on July 29/30, 2007.
Its abnormal because i actually have some understanding in context and end it with a self perception of empowerment, as opposed to simply enduring...not the way i see myself)
Im going to be selfish and share with you a few of my own recent "trips" or revelations. I wasn’t surprised that last night was "big" for me. All night very active dreams. Here are some highlights. A new neighbor moved in next door. He was a bit of a rolly polly man without being fat. He had no hair at all, and just wore shorts of some sort no shoes. The skin glistened. I was wary of him because he looked weird. The other neighbors had departed, he had got the house from them. My father told me, in hushed tones, that was his half brother who only recently emerged. He was nice. We wanted to rebuild the fence, he let us, and left a space for a future gate...a blue gate. I started wanting to do silly stuff, he smiled and said ok without talking much. Lots of boundary shifting and adding of entrances and exits through said boundaries. We were not closed in so much anymore.
Next came some guests. they were in our house but seemed somewhat bored or disproving. Quietly. We were sitting on the back patio. They commented that aloti of the interior decorations struck them as being something a 20 year old "gay" man would find appealing. This offended me. My father is/was an artist, and at times he can affect some pretty effeminate speech patterns and ways of acting , if one goes with any eccentricity = gay or weird.. People hurt him for this, growing up I remember eggs thrown at the house by people sporting the stars and bars etc and it is part of some of his nastiness and judgmental nature towards his family I suppose. I bristled a bit at the presumption to label. My mother bristled, "Are you calling my husband gay" the guests looked a bit taken aback by that. I bristled at what i thought they were saying about my dad, (even though we have never gotten along), and the things he finds interesting and beautiful (old artifacts, paintings, books as to be expected from an artist someone who taught art history curated museums). They didn’t leave, they just closed their mouths real tight and looked embaressed.
Next i took a job for a magistrate in some colonial city. Looked like a small new orleans actually, out on the coast by some isolated bayou. The magistrate was an old man with white tufts of hair. Somewhat detatched. I tried to get the letters from the last one to fill my position, the last guys notes, but he deflected that with his inocent beffudlement that was at odds with the keen eyes without saying no. There was another problem solver above or at the same level that wanted me to pick up on an old investigation. I talked to people and observed interactions. The "criminal" was the famous and loved local madam. She was learning things about people and passing them on, selling them for some gain. I understood something im forgetting now. Rather then an arrest she joined my "party". It seemed the fair thing to do for some reason. this seemed the outcome the magistrate wanted. I added my letters of report, gave them to him. And it was time to leave with his gratitude. This madam had joined my group.
Next i was in something like one of the online games i play. A less open plae then we expect irl. Due to an infestation, we had moved the operation (our anchor there) to empty space (as in outer space/void) to park. I talked to my friend from there/that place. We went from the game perspective to his kitchen in the context of the gme world, which then seemed as real as this one. The freezer door became a screen, full of intrusive advertisements that we tuned out. We discussed strategy for returning to claimed space, hit on a plan, and then he joined my party as well. Older guy (like real life template) in his 60's with a slow southern drawl.
We were back to my house analogue that the dream started at via the new gates/portals in the side yard fence. Now the three of us....the madame, myself, and the old southern guy picked up a new game. Like Grand Theft Auto series…anti hero crime drama…this was aprt of the mechanisim to remove the infestation in the other space. The shaved rolly polly man joined us. I tried to give him a tour of how the logic of the game worked. Who to shoot, who not to shoot etc. Was all very new for him, and he just was soaking in the eternal reality of it. How the people in it had buttons that corresponded to the limited interaction possible with each, from the vantage point of a person playing from the outside. Pausing that reality etc. He didn’t shrink from the violence, but it didn’t settle on that ones awareness/become a pleasure when playing the mayham. He was scouting. It was time for me to leave again.
this time the three of us were back in a swamp. Green slimy stagnant water. Ancient swamp trees and hanging moss. We were leaving from the area of the colonial city. The other sheriff, in my absence, had decided i had thwarted justice by not putting the madam up for judgement, or rather at his disposal in the name of justice. And he was looking for us. On his own whim, not the magistrates. It was all in the letters, my reports, but he was denied access to mine as i had been denied that of he who i replaced by the magistrate. We had to wade in the stagnant swamp. the other two froze found a solid spot. The warned me not to walk out to them because the mud was bottemless and foul i would sink. I checked it out...nope not a problem i cant sink. Walked back to them, and we continued deeper into the uncharted swamp/jungle.
My destination, which i got to immediatly, from my perspective because there was no need to experience the whole swamp searching, was a half submerged temple/pyramid complex, lost in the jungle. It was full of traps, false paths, and tricks. We were looking for the inner sanctum. the other two knew how to bypass and spot them up untill the inner part. I had no real clue, I wasn’t even concerned I knew they were masters of those obsticales. My awareness shifted to the final room. A great space flanked by statues of the the winged serpent and the flayed god. The Puzzle was complex. Polished silver mirrors reflected the moon light from an opening in the top. We only had the time the moon was in position to do this or we would be lost forever, as dreamers. The other two grow more and more concerned, because this is the part they have no ability to tackle. The first part of the test was arranging the silver mirrors to reflect the moon light from mirror to mirror, to illuminate a central jade and jewel stand in the middle of the room. It was too hard. The room had tiles with petroglyphs each one had to be activated in turn. More to hard stuff. there was a sacred text on a stone tablet that was our key. Something in me clicked. I became amused, after first thinking I didn’t have a clue what to do and I hate those puzzle tests. I took the sacred text, and smashed it on the first reflecting Gem on the floor. Just smashed it didnt bother reading it (Edit: In this dream, eventually I did piece it back in others read a bit and carry it over the years to come...I divested myself of it in 2010 when it seemed i no longer should)
I ignored the mirrors did a summersault laughing across the booby trapped puzzle floor. nothing happened. Now i was on a central dias. A great dog stood there, full of menace. He was blocking the path, looking at me with expectation and hunger. He was a dog and then again a multi headed dog thing from mythology. I ignored him….his threat anyway refused to focus on it like I refused to focus on the puzzles per say. Past him was an alter. like a bound man. it was grooved and stained in blood. an obsidian blade lay on it....i saw the function. A person was bound on the alter, their head cut off....it would fall into a pair of carved stone tallons below the alter. The dog would then feast on the body. beyond the lower alter was the high alter. On it was a heavy gold mask with jewel eyes. If i had done the moon puzzle, it would have been illuminated. I am more and more giddy...I do a bugs bunny sideways dance to that high alter bypassing and ignoring everything else but the feeling of being like bug bunny defying gravity.. Around the knife i see a shadow figure form. The executioner/priest of this place. So i do a somersault dance around the room, leap into the air laughing a few times, bonk my head, just clown it up.
Im being stared at with great expectation. I go to the heavy gold mask and fling it aside send it sliding across the room like a flung stone paing it no more heed then a piece of garbage. Behind it was a thin mask of very small gold chain...fine chainmail. Like a fencing mask. I dont bother studying it to much. I put it on my face, and then go into full looney toons/daffy duck mode around the room. And i can really act like a loney toon. All sorts of power from the gold chain mask. (As i type this remember the movie "the mask" lol") but the power wasn’t in the mask to begin with. Im not sure what it did but firsst contour then sink into or become unrecognizable from my face before. it was like that. I was a jester. Now the shadow executioner is revealed. It is the most beautiful women i have ever seen, in jewels. Never speaks, just smiles, bows, and goes to the others joins the party. I see what all of this was (well i saw it from the beginning , but not the ownership of it…or rather, how it would play. Saw it like an arrangement of unanimated set pieces) The puzzle led one to the alter to be sacrifised. Using the mind and following the clues. Right to have your head cut of to sacrifice to the lord of the fools. It was his temple. Being the fool, I used the correct strategy found the real treasure. Didnt take it, it was there for me. Mine. My temple from a time long ago. Or one that filed that same role in context not mine me I possesive like that. And archetypical type of owner or something. The priestess joined my party. And we returned to the house analouge.
With the mask (now fully absorbed into me a part of me again) I saw the shabiness i couldnt see before. In the somewhat representtion of my actual life. The dynamics, the purpose. My mom came up to me concerned, she looked warily at my companions. For the scantly clad priestess, she gave me the comment "so you two find a hotel room yet" this anoyed me because it didn’t hit on the truth of the nature behind the masking form. So i waved my hand. I made her skin the skin of a 16 year old. no wrinkles, no scars. This thrilled her, she ran to a mirror to look. It was a gift, but an ironic one. For the complications that would arise. Like from all gifts and actions, So many complications. I am the jester, and it was funny....in jest presenting both the problem, the solution, and the null thesis. Everything, the patterns, the energy...like that. I could see. And laugh. not at others, but at the joy of the weaving. Dont worry about my mom, the representation in that dream. The real one wouldn’t care about looking young after all the cancer surgeries and brushes with death before she was even 30...and on and on till now. Once she realized (the dream figure) the complications i would make her internal organs match the age of her skin, find her work after social security cut her disability/retirement because she was too young. Lol.
This one happened on July 29/30, 2007.
Its abnormal because i actually have some understanding in context and end it with a self perception of empowerment, as opposed to simply enduring...not the way i see myself)
Im going to be selfish and share with you a few of my own recent "trips" or revelations. I wasn’t surprised that last night was "big" for me. All night very active dreams. Here are some highlights. A new neighbor moved in next door. He was a bit of a rolly polly man without being fat. He had no hair at all, and just wore shorts of some sort no shoes. The skin glistened. I was wary of him because he looked weird. The other neighbors had departed, he had got the house from them. My father told me, in hushed tones, that was his half brother who only recently emerged. He was nice. We wanted to rebuild the fence, he let us, and left a space for a future gate...a blue gate. I started wanting to do silly stuff, he smiled and said ok without talking much. Lots of boundary shifting and adding of entrances and exits through said boundaries. We were not closed in so much anymore.
Next came some guests. they were in our house but seemed somewhat bored or disproving. Quietly. We were sitting on the back patio. They commented that aloti of the interior decorations struck them as being something a 20 year old "gay" man would find appealing. This offended me. My father is/was an artist, and at times he can affect some pretty effeminate speech patterns and ways of acting , if one goes with any eccentricity = gay or weird.. People hurt him for this, growing up I remember eggs thrown at the house by people sporting the stars and bars etc and it is part of some of his nastiness and judgmental nature towards his family I suppose. I bristled a bit at the presumption to label. My mother bristled, "Are you calling my husband gay" the guests looked a bit taken aback by that. I bristled at what i thought they were saying about my dad, (even though we have never gotten along), and the things he finds interesting and beautiful (old artifacts, paintings, books as to be expected from an artist someone who taught art history curated museums). They didn’t leave, they just closed their mouths real tight and looked embaressed.
Next i took a job for a magistrate in some colonial city. Looked like a small new orleans actually, out on the coast by some isolated bayou. The magistrate was an old man with white tufts of hair. Somewhat detatched. I tried to get the letters from the last one to fill my position, the last guys notes, but he deflected that with his inocent beffudlement that was at odds with the keen eyes without saying no. There was another problem solver above or at the same level that wanted me to pick up on an old investigation. I talked to people and observed interactions. The "criminal" was the famous and loved local madam. She was learning things about people and passing them on, selling them for some gain. I understood something im forgetting now. Rather then an arrest she joined my "party". It seemed the fair thing to do for some reason. this seemed the outcome the magistrate wanted. I added my letters of report, gave them to him. And it was time to leave with his gratitude. This madam had joined my group.
Next i was in something like one of the online games i play. A less open plae then we expect irl. Due to an infestation, we had moved the operation (our anchor there) to empty space (as in outer space/void) to park. I talked to my friend from there/that place. We went from the game perspective to his kitchen in the context of the gme world, which then seemed as real as this one. The freezer door became a screen, full of intrusive advertisements that we tuned out. We discussed strategy for returning to claimed space, hit on a plan, and then he joined my party as well. Older guy (like real life template) in his 60's with a slow southern drawl.
We were back to my house analogue that the dream started at via the new gates/portals in the side yard fence. Now the three of us....the madame, myself, and the old southern guy picked up a new game. Like Grand Theft Auto series…anti hero crime drama…this was aprt of the mechanisim to remove the infestation in the other space. The shaved rolly polly man joined us. I tried to give him a tour of how the logic of the game worked. Who to shoot, who not to shoot etc. Was all very new for him, and he just was soaking in the eternal reality of it. How the people in it had buttons that corresponded to the limited interaction possible with each, from the vantage point of a person playing from the outside. Pausing that reality etc. He didn’t shrink from the violence, but it didn’t settle on that ones awareness/become a pleasure when playing the mayham. He was scouting. It was time for me to leave again.
this time the three of us were back in a swamp. Green slimy stagnant water. Ancient swamp trees and hanging moss. We were leaving from the area of the colonial city. The other sheriff, in my absence, had decided i had thwarted justice by not putting the madam up for judgement, or rather at his disposal in the name of justice. And he was looking for us. On his own whim, not the magistrates. It was all in the letters, my reports, but he was denied access to mine as i had been denied that of he who i replaced by the magistrate. We had to wade in the stagnant swamp. the other two froze found a solid spot. The warned me not to walk out to them because the mud was bottemless and foul i would sink. I checked it out...nope not a problem i cant sink. Walked back to them, and we continued deeper into the uncharted swamp/jungle.
My destination, which i got to immediatly, from my perspective because there was no need to experience the whole swamp searching, was a half submerged temple/pyramid complex, lost in the jungle. It was full of traps, false paths, and tricks. We were looking for the inner sanctum. the other two knew how to bypass and spot them up untill the inner part. I had no real clue, I wasn’t even concerned I knew they were masters of those obsticales. My awareness shifted to the final room. A great space flanked by statues of the the winged serpent and the flayed god. The Puzzle was complex. Polished silver mirrors reflected the moon light from an opening in the top. We only had the time the moon was in position to do this or we would be lost forever, as dreamers. The other two grow more and more concerned, because this is the part they have no ability to tackle. The first part of the test was arranging the silver mirrors to reflect the moon light from mirror to mirror, to illuminate a central jade and jewel stand in the middle of the room. It was too hard. The room had tiles with petroglyphs each one had to be activated in turn. More to hard stuff. there was a sacred text on a stone tablet that was our key. Something in me clicked. I became amused, after first thinking I didn’t have a clue what to do and I hate those puzzle tests. I took the sacred text, and smashed it on the first reflecting Gem on the floor. Just smashed it didnt bother reading it (Edit: In this dream, eventually I did piece it back in others read a bit and carry it over the years to come...I divested myself of it in 2010 when it seemed i no longer should)
I ignored the mirrors did a summersault laughing across the booby trapped puzzle floor. nothing happened. Now i was on a central dias. A great dog stood there, full of menace. He was blocking the path, looking at me with expectation and hunger. He was a dog and then again a multi headed dog thing from mythology. I ignored him….his threat anyway refused to focus on it like I refused to focus on the puzzles per say. Past him was an alter. like a bound man. it was grooved and stained in blood. an obsidian blade lay on it....i saw the function. A person was bound on the alter, their head cut off....it would fall into a pair of carved stone tallons below the alter. The dog would then feast on the body. beyond the lower alter was the high alter. On it was a heavy gold mask with jewel eyes. If i had done the moon puzzle, it would have been illuminated. I am more and more giddy...I do a bugs bunny sideways dance to that high alter bypassing and ignoring everything else but the feeling of being like bug bunny defying gravity.. Around the knife i see a shadow figure form. The executioner/priest of this place. So i do a somersault dance around the room, leap into the air laughing a few times, bonk my head, just clown it up.
Im being stared at with great expectation. I go to the heavy gold mask and fling it aside send it sliding across the room like a flung stone paing it no more heed then a piece of garbage. Behind it was a thin mask of very small gold chain...fine chainmail. Like a fencing mask. I dont bother studying it to much. I put it on my face, and then go into full looney toons/daffy duck mode around the room. And i can really act like a loney toon. All sorts of power from the gold chain mask. (As i type this remember the movie "the mask" lol") but the power wasn’t in the mask to begin with. Im not sure what it did but firsst contour then sink into or become unrecognizable from my face before. it was like that. I was a jester. Now the shadow executioner is revealed. It is the most beautiful women i have ever seen, in jewels. Never speaks, just smiles, bows, and goes to the others joins the party. I see what all of this was (well i saw it from the beginning , but not the ownership of it…or rather, how it would play. Saw it like an arrangement of unanimated set pieces) The puzzle led one to the alter to be sacrifised. Using the mind and following the clues. Right to have your head cut of to sacrifice to the lord of the fools. It was his temple. Being the fool, I used the correct strategy found the real treasure. Didnt take it, it was there for me. Mine. My temple from a time long ago. Or one that filed that same role in context not mine me I possesive like that. And archetypical type of owner or something. The priestess joined my party. And we returned to the house analouge.
With the mask (now fully absorbed into me a part of me again) I saw the shabiness i couldnt see before. In the somewhat representtion of my actual life. The dynamics, the purpose. My mom came up to me concerned, she looked warily at my companions. For the scantly clad priestess, she gave me the comment "so you two find a hotel room yet" this anoyed me because it didn’t hit on the truth of the nature behind the masking form. So i waved my hand. I made her skin the skin of a 16 year old. no wrinkles, no scars. This thrilled her, she ran to a mirror to look. It was a gift, but an ironic one. For the complications that would arise. Like from all gifts and actions, So many complications. I am the jester, and it was funny....in jest presenting both the problem, the solution, and the null thesis. Everything, the patterns, the energy...like that. I could see. And laugh. not at others, but at the joy of the weaving. Dont worry about my mom, the representation in that dream. The real one wouldn’t care about looking young after all the cancer surgeries and brushes with death before she was even 30...and on and on till now. Once she realized (the dream figure) the complications i would make her internal organs match the age of her skin, find her work after social security cut her disability/retirement because she was too young. Lol.