03-04-2012, 12:01 AM
Escape to New
York/Sparkle princes fairy and the little mouse book two.
This night, this night I dove
right in with lucid detail and recall, more energetic in its forms
and structure. I spent much time talking to and identifying each
dreamer present, and those who were awake. Those who were awake, had
great big asterisks over their energetic forms, and it was very funny
and we were all laughing. It had...the quality...of perhaps a group
standing in a theater, a dream theater, lobby, waiting for something
to start. Or at an airport, as the narrative began. So this pre dream
segment out of the way, the story begins. There was a narrator, whose
voice wove the dream, a familiar, masterpiece theater voice, but I
did not reserve awareness to listen to the narration, so his words
are unrecorded as such, the voice was the bridge to dreaming only
this time. Tonight I dive full in. No reservations. This point was
the start of the narrative structure, calling on and hearing the
narrator. This was not a loss of lucidity in any way, it
was...experiencing narrative by consent. I point this out because
well, its something > just mentioned when I read today and it is
relevant in context.
I begin the dream, as myself
waking from my bed. I get up, go through a stylized rendition of my
waking routine. At some point during this symbolic day, I receive a
phone call. It is Dr Rodriguez, my old debate coach the instructor I
was a Teachers assistant for and took some of his lower level classes
over when I was an almost graduate student. He wanted me to come on a
trip to new york, with the whole team again. There was an overlap of > and the past. He had a mental break I ran the debate program for a
year with the department chair so it made scenes why he would ask me,
in character. Well this was great. I was happy to travel again, and
see my friends spend time with them. The fun we would have together
in new cities, places, being challenged and learning. Of course I
said, I will come, thank you for remembering me. I begin packing my
suitcase right away, and my sister takes me to the airport and waits
with me. I’m so excited. Time seemed to be going real time, So a
day seemed like it was a day, with all the details and routines
activities of a day. I bought a cinabun at the airport waiting for
the flight, for example, and got sticky in my goatee, wetted a paper
napkin absentmindedly and cleaned my beard looking out the airport
windows at the planes coming and going. That level of detail. No I am
not writing it as such, it would be 900 pages and even more dull.
Lol.
The flight was great, smooth,
nice. No one with me yet im coming from my area. It was a direct
flight thank god, from Ontario airport in ca to new york. I flew
southwest, hah no first class. Had enough legroom was OK. Liked
watching out the window as the country changes from my area to
mountain west, plains then forests. Flew over the great lakes. On the
trip I savored the small bag of honey roasted peanuts, each on was so
delicious, and my can of soda and plastic cup. I drank cactus cooler.
It was great. I was wearing my debating suite, my old one, double
breasted, my favorite tie, had my briefcase full of legos lol. I was
mellow, listening to the plastic airplane headphones and piped in
classical music they used to have. Arriving at new york was great,
wasn’t like reality did a fly around. I had a pang seeing where the
towers used to be, now gone, statue of liberty made me smile as
always. Heres the first reminder, not that i needed it, that I was
dreaming. The statue of liberty winked at me. And i could eagle eye
see in the crown, where the ghost-busters were giving thumbs up.
Always ready to spring into action if needed i suppose. Like >
mentioned was the case for her, that portrait of Vigo always got
under my skin and into scary dreams. Well they were here, ray egon
and the rest just incase... lol. It was funny thinking about that
forum interaction I laughed and removed the plastic headphones. The
music playing at that time was maybe flight of the bumble bees.
Perfect. Downed the last few peanuts, washed it down with the last
bit of soda. And the plane came in for a landing. Always that
anticipation before I feel the wheels touch. I love that moment.
Especially if ive been holding water not wanting to use airplane
bathroom. Luckily, that level of detail was not quite implemented.
Lol. Or perhaps I had a dream nagual bladder. Magic!
So I go find my luggage, and walk
around a bit then wait at the spot I knew to wait for the others.
Again If I needed to know this was a dream the fact we all arrived,
all the people coming, at the same time in that spot, and had no
trouble finding my luggage it was infact the first bag I saw, further
hinted this was a dream. So when I saw the others coming, I laughed
again. Hah the narrator had forgotten to remove the asterisk over the
energies that were awake different level. He stopped speaking
creating the reality, and laughed when I raised my energy hand to
tell him. He reached in and kinda plucked them, the asterisks, like
plucking an unruly hair from ones eyebrow. It was funny, although to
some in the terminal it was...biblical. But no matter their eyes soon
glazed and they looked confused and forgot. Just like in the what we
call the real world happens.
Now it is night so we go to the
hotel, talk in the shuttle van, it takes about 45 minutes by my watch
im wearing. I do check a few times lol. No group meal this night,
people are tired want to sleep. Im tired it was a long dream day. I
pick at the brochures of attractions in the room. Its not a swank
hotel, like a budget place no need to be fancy on university budget
haha. Flip around the dream TV. No programs that have ever existed.
If you find yourself lucid, and by a TV, try watching either the
dream version of the religious stations, or like I like to do, the
history Chanel. The documentaries will blow your mind. Literally.
Maybe its best not too. Lol. Anyway I get bored of TV. After awhile.
I open the nightstand by the bed looking for a book. I laugh it will
probably be a Gideon bible or some places, being all sensitive, might
have a Koran in their too now with the bible. Well this looks like a
hotel bible. But instead of the holy bible it says. “Escape to New
York/Sparkle princes fairy and the little mouse book two” In gold
lettering. Now im really intrigued. Escape FROM new york was with
snake pliskan, and Sparkle princes fairy was one of my own dreams. So
I take it and open it. There is an introduction. It reads something
like. “To Andrew, for reading if you get bored, the narrator”
written in cursive. First I read the introduction. Of course its by
an aspect of myself who wrote it lol. I skim the first 4 chapters.
Its a mix of recent days, what im writing now, and **** so out of
this world it would turn Deep space pale with fright. Haha not fright
but its something. So I skip ahead until I find myself skipping ahead
in the book. To that spot. And then I really start to read. Most my
awareness now goes into that story. And yet im reading a book. Just
like when one really gets into a story but more so. I laugh, because
this whole dream is a dream theater being narrated. It gets real
complex if I worried about it. But I did not. Lol. Enter book.
York/Sparkle princes fairy and the little mouse book two.
This night, this night I dove
right in with lucid detail and recall, more energetic in its forms
and structure. I spent much time talking to and identifying each
dreamer present, and those who were awake. Those who were awake, had
great big asterisks over their energetic forms, and it was very funny
and we were all laughing. It had...the quality...of perhaps a group
standing in a theater, a dream theater, lobby, waiting for something
to start. Or at an airport, as the narrative began. So this pre dream
segment out of the way, the story begins. There was a narrator, whose
voice wove the dream, a familiar, masterpiece theater voice, but I
did not reserve awareness to listen to the narration, so his words
are unrecorded as such, the voice was the bridge to dreaming only
this time. Tonight I dive full in. No reservations. This point was
the start of the narrative structure, calling on and hearing the
narrator. This was not a loss of lucidity in any way, it
was...experiencing narrative by consent. I point this out because
well, its something > just mentioned when I read today and it is
relevant in context.
I begin the dream, as myself
waking from my bed. I get up, go through a stylized rendition of my
waking routine. At some point during this symbolic day, I receive a
phone call. It is Dr Rodriguez, my old debate coach the instructor I
was a Teachers assistant for and took some of his lower level classes
over when I was an almost graduate student. He wanted me to come on a
trip to new york, with the whole team again. There was an overlap of > and the past. He had a mental break I ran the debate program for a
year with the department chair so it made scenes why he would ask me,
in character. Well this was great. I was happy to travel again, and
see my friends spend time with them. The fun we would have together
in new cities, places, being challenged and learning. Of course I
said, I will come, thank you for remembering me. I begin packing my
suitcase right away, and my sister takes me to the airport and waits
with me. I’m so excited. Time seemed to be going real time, So a
day seemed like it was a day, with all the details and routines
activities of a day. I bought a cinabun at the airport waiting for
the flight, for example, and got sticky in my goatee, wetted a paper
napkin absentmindedly and cleaned my beard looking out the airport
windows at the planes coming and going. That level of detail. No I am
not writing it as such, it would be 900 pages and even more dull.
Lol.
The flight was great, smooth,
nice. No one with me yet im coming from my area. It was a direct
flight thank god, from Ontario airport in ca to new york. I flew
southwest, hah no first class. Had enough legroom was OK. Liked
watching out the window as the country changes from my area to
mountain west, plains then forests. Flew over the great lakes. On the
trip I savored the small bag of honey roasted peanuts, each on was so
delicious, and my can of soda and plastic cup. I drank cactus cooler.
It was great. I was wearing my debating suite, my old one, double
breasted, my favorite tie, had my briefcase full of legos lol. I was
mellow, listening to the plastic airplane headphones and piped in
classical music they used to have. Arriving at new york was great,
wasn’t like reality did a fly around. I had a pang seeing where the
towers used to be, now gone, statue of liberty made me smile as
always. Heres the first reminder, not that i needed it, that I was
dreaming. The statue of liberty winked at me. And i could eagle eye
see in the crown, where the ghost-busters were giving thumbs up.
Always ready to spring into action if needed i suppose. Like >
mentioned was the case for her, that portrait of Vigo always got
under my skin and into scary dreams. Well they were here, ray egon
and the rest just incase... lol. It was funny thinking about that
forum interaction I laughed and removed the plastic headphones. The
music playing at that time was maybe flight of the bumble bees.
Perfect. Downed the last few peanuts, washed it down with the last
bit of soda. And the plane came in for a landing. Always that
anticipation before I feel the wheels touch. I love that moment.
Especially if ive been holding water not wanting to use airplane
bathroom. Luckily, that level of detail was not quite implemented.
Lol. Or perhaps I had a dream nagual bladder. Magic!
So I go find my luggage, and walk
around a bit then wait at the spot I knew to wait for the others.
Again If I needed to know this was a dream the fact we all arrived,
all the people coming, at the same time in that spot, and had no
trouble finding my luggage it was infact the first bag I saw, further
hinted this was a dream. So when I saw the others coming, I laughed
again. Hah the narrator had forgotten to remove the asterisk over the
energies that were awake different level. He stopped speaking
creating the reality, and laughed when I raised my energy hand to
tell him. He reached in and kinda plucked them, the asterisks, like
plucking an unruly hair from ones eyebrow. It was funny, although to
some in the terminal it was...biblical. But no matter their eyes soon
glazed and they looked confused and forgot. Just like in the what we
call the real world happens.
Now it is night so we go to the
hotel, talk in the shuttle van, it takes about 45 minutes by my watch
im wearing. I do check a few times lol. No group meal this night,
people are tired want to sleep. Im tired it was a long dream day. I
pick at the brochures of attractions in the room. Its not a swank
hotel, like a budget place no need to be fancy on university budget
haha. Flip around the dream TV. No programs that have ever existed.
If you find yourself lucid, and by a TV, try watching either the
dream version of the religious stations, or like I like to do, the
history Chanel. The documentaries will blow your mind. Literally.
Maybe its best not too. Lol. Anyway I get bored of TV. After awhile.
I open the nightstand by the bed looking for a book. I laugh it will
probably be a Gideon bible or some places, being all sensitive, might
have a Koran in their too now with the bible. Well this looks like a
hotel bible. But instead of the holy bible it says. “Escape to New
York/Sparkle princes fairy and the little mouse book two” In gold
lettering. Now im really intrigued. Escape FROM new york was with
snake pliskan, and Sparkle princes fairy was one of my own dreams. So
I take it and open it. There is an introduction. It reads something
like. “To Andrew, for reading if you get bored, the narrator”
written in cursive. First I read the introduction. Of course its by
an aspect of myself who wrote it lol. I skim the first 4 chapters.
Its a mix of recent days, what im writing now, and **** so out of
this world it would turn Deep space pale with fright. Haha not fright
but its something. So I skip ahead until I find myself skipping ahead
in the book. To that spot. And then I really start to read. Most my
awareness now goes into that story. And yet im reading a book. Just
like when one really gets into a story but more so. I laugh, because
this whole dream is a dream theater being narrated. It gets real
complex if I worried about it. But I did not. Lol. Enter book.