06-06-2012, 12:01 AM
5/26/12
Cloud Rangers
I went to sleep around 6am. I did my normal intent plus intended to connect with ( ) a bit since it was the weekend more time for snoozing hehe. When I fell asleep, there was allot going on. But this was my impression a bit latter in dreaming. I had a veil over it all and it annoyed me...while i was still asleep....i often try and recall in sleep so it makes it easier to remember when wake. Put things into words. I could not remember pictures or words or mind images for the first part. This confused me greatly so I did a false waking to check my dream computer. I even went and got a cup of dream coffee...it was full of goodness from the hills of Colombia. No really, I saw Juan Valdez outside a large picture window looking shamany and his mule pepe, he gave me a big thumbs up as I sniffed the cup.
So I sad down at my dream computer and logged onto Ravenfield...well first I checked the news for the next week Read something on spacex etc. then I checked Rf forums. I went to one of the subsections that only exist on dream version. I think the “words/stories” one. I was looking to see if ( ) had posted something since i knew the first part was with her. (I knew I was dreaming of course)
there was a new post. It was very long. The letters were in a pleasant red with depth like flowing gentle flame or warm. Red means something about with me in my dream color scheme. So I read. But ahh, whole paragraphs are in the most wonderful, luminous gold like light coming out of the dream monitor, like sun rays. Im reading along thinking “i remember this”, this seems a bit different, Ahh I didn’t think of this in this way but I see a link now! Really enjoying what i was reading. Sipping my fresh brewed java from the cloud forests of south America. Hehe. Then my dream Skype window beeps. Its ( ) but not quite. Her dream form/double. Well hello So we chat a bit laughing but she tells me, that it would be best if I forgot what I just read, for her own sake in the tonal. Its all saved but it would..hmm be distracting from something more immediate. Same for me, and I clearly agreed since i had chosen to forget myself for now. But since it was in part mine, it was a request not a statement. So I reviewed it again and agreed that she was probably right. I made a joke about convincing yourself you know how you are...but the reply to this was just a emote of a tongue sticking out and rolling eyes. So I laughed said fine. And then...i forgot. I remembered reading and the letters, the little observations I had following along and recalling my own, but the actual recall, content was just...not there. Poof. I could even re read the post, but the words evaporated as soon as I put the into thoughts. So I replied OK its done and goodnight (or is it good morning lol) and logged off. I did finish my cup of Joe though. And then i went back to my in dream bed and went back to “sleep” in sleep. I then half woke jotted down a few notes about this experience to fix THAT memory at least. And slipped right back into sleep. Bit I didn’t quite forget everything. Here are my exact notes from that part. “How power sees Bled word we recall/deep in and/then out”. I also noted dream waking coffee, words, Skype, agreement. Was interesting.
The next dream was returning from a distant place we had been camping. I was with my family, but not my tonal one. So lots of people were there. ( )...pretty much all of ( ) and some others i think my friend ( ) etc. But we were all leaving in different directions, or in smaller groups. Back towards where we live I guess. We were camping on a sky plateau, like a mesa, a sky island that was heavily forested but could look out see a red desert like the painted desert all around. It was somewhere more distant though, because even for ( ) to get back to ( ) would be a long trip. For some reason we walked, I think we had to climb down to where we left vehicles. I wasn’t sure how I got there, I didn’t see my red sport scar. ( ) said I didn’t want to scratch the undercarriage I had set it too low to look stylish cruising on paved roads. The road here was rough some parts paved some gravel or washed out. So we found were vehicles were left by a lake, a pretty little lake in a deep cleft valley in the side of a mountain which was shorter (the mountain) then the sly plateau. The plateau was beyond the atmosphere somehow. Wolf and ( ) got onto very futuristic looking motorcycles. I still wasn’t sure how I got here but I knew for a fact I didn’t want to be clinging to either of them on the back of the bike like holding on...it was a funny thought...like some chic on the back of a bike. I don’t even own any leather chaps. Lol. ( ) saw my thoughts and started laughing real clear, and nicely, and pointed me to her friend. This guy looked kinda tough. I think his head was shaved, and he had a well groomed goatee and mustache combo. He had like mike Tyson tatoes maruri types on his arms and was tall and buffed out. She laughed said he brought me a jeep, I had the longest trip back to California. It was a cool off road jeep with roll bars and floodlights on the top. It was tan colored. The tough looking guy winked and gave me the keys said don’t worry he would pick it up from where i left my red car and kinda vanished into a portal. So I waved goodbye and started driving. Hah the radio started belting out appropriate driving music. Kick start my heart by motley crue. Excellent.
Sometime latter I find my way back into the buildings in the clouds. Cloud drifts all over the earth. This time, it looks like a high tech base or lair, not a the Chinese imperial palace. When I show up im the only one there. So I start turning things on. I came to find and give out specific colored gauntlets, bracelets. It seems higher then the clouds more like low earth orbit. I can see clouds below even. So I turn thing son but before i get everything ready some greedy people show up. Like they felt the energy turning on and rushed to come. One of them seemed like ( ) but im not sure. Regardless, they were real people and they came to take the bracelets. So I locked them all up and just took my blue one. I didn’t have time to form a whole iron man suite or some other representation of protection from it. So I just kept melting as a cloud to different levels until they got frustrated and when I did the place shut down a bit. So they left. But two the cloud wouldn’t expel. So when the rest of the jerks left, a man and a women were left. They seamed a bit frightened. So I came out of the cloud and said hello and bowed like a diplomat or ninja hehe. I made some small talk two of the bracelets were for them they weren’t bad just kinda stuck in with the wrong crowd not sure how to get out. So I gave them hugs. And their colored bracelets. Then they sorta fell back to earth slowly. At first i was worried. I made a vortex, whirlwind, but of light clouds not dark, and moved it around somewhat randomly to pull them back up. They thought this was fun, but they assured me it was OK they were just falling back to their bodies so I let them drift off again. But then I randomly swept the vortex around to find all the other people I needed to give these too. So id pull people up by two and threes into the funnel. And offer the devices. Hah I recognized people from here, some I didn’t recognize but I knew them what color they got. So that’s what I did, swirl, pull, greet, offer (everyone knew their colors and accepted them) and then watch them drift back to earth. Well there were some bands no set color so if extra people came they could get those kinds they would infill according to the peoples nature. But these were lesser gauntlets. Now the lower clouds are clearing I draw up the last two people...its Hawaii, the big island clear as day below me. These two were on vacation get the last colored ones. But someone who wasn’t meant to get pulled up somehow figures out how to get in the tunnel. It looks like a tourist guy but hes not right at all. So I gently reverse the process to put him back before he gets all the way up. But the cloud place has its own idea it dunks him off several hundred mile sin the sea....but I look again hes sitting on a raft with a radio calling for help he will be OK. Whew. When its done I I become a cloud again and start drifting across the sky. I make it rain on an island that looks dry. I laugh because “Make it rain” is what rappers will say when they spread money around a club or something. But it fits. Rain, energy/life. So im a happy little cloud then.
Latter, im in a setting like a classroom, but its not in a university I think, more like a large conference center. At first im working alone. We have a block of text, like a paragraph, and we need to pull out the energy words, mostly descriptors of objects like “ball” or “locomotive” “food” and string them together write a deeper narrative from just them. Or deconstruct each one and right a singular narrative about each. These are real short like a sentence not long. It important to do it correctly. So at first im on my own doing it but im not really paying attention. Im looking at the instructor a bit too much. Hehe shes very beautiful and has on the most interesting red top. I mean the arms are like red see through silk fine weave lace, and there are rings on a few fingers the sleeves attach too, And the top shows a bit of cleavage but tastefully, it looks very fancy. It snot the cleavage per say, lol, I keep wanting to look at that top and how it moves and such. So im doodling in the margins pulling words out of that, and I even draw a picture of a torso from an angle it seems. But everyone else is doing the assignment. I often do my own thing and turn it in don’t care. But then ( ) asks me how I did one word. And ( ) is listening. And my friend ( ) is kinda I see paying attention too. So I think well, there is no reason we cant work together. So we all sit in a circle around a small table. And I do a few, and explain every step. Then ( ) and ( ) and my friend ( ) all do a piece, and we are getting it done super fast. The instructor says something like...if you have only gotten to this point, your not going to get it done... But she is smiling we are breezing through that part and moving on. We are just flying through it, and then cross connecting are observations and having the time to so third and fourth level analysis as we progress.
The teacher figure starts watching over our shoulder what we are doing smiling, but she isn’t saying anything just seems pleased. She taps my shoulder gentle and I turn to talk to her. The others aren’t disturbed keep going. She points to the stuff I was doing from the red top, and the picture. I read those words. Hug. Weaving. Energy. Attention. Soft. Things like that. And look at the picture...where did I even find a red pencil color? I start to blush a bit. She smiles and leans into my ear. She tells me “Most men tend to exaggerate the breasts, I noticed you made them smaller and put more attention on the sleeves and folds of silk. And sorta smiled in my ear a bit. I was uhh ahhh turned as red as the dress. I started trying to erase the words and picture...and then it was gentle silent laughter. I stopped and laughed myself. I tore off that piece of my work paper. It was long and thin like several lotto slips and like papyrus. I said “here you go” and laughed and smiled. She took it and gave me a quick brush of the check and went on instructing. I looked around but nobody else noticed this. I had a flash of that song “ hot for teacher” and then laughed where the people with me could here. They all looked puzzled. ( ) asked me about a line she had just done I said oh yes, that’s very well Bridged. And we finished the work. And the excersise was done we left into a courtyard like at a fancy conference center.
A familiar women walks up to talk to me. The last time I remember talking to her, it was a week before the ipad was released, and she had one, and introduced me to Steve jobs and he gave me my dream one and the name ipad....before the unveiling. I hurt her feelings then it seemed, when she was done interviewing me in context of the larger story, She told me I was the most “interesting man in the world” after i explained a few things to her. At the time this made me stutter and say what? Then she asked me a blunt question i really stuttered and blushed about and then said “that’s not what I meant, im not like PEOPLE”. (asked if I would be her husband and I stuttered how im really not too well put together for such things) she got offended that I meant physical world stuff...or hurt a bit. Well nothing like that this time, she was friendly and gave me a hug. Then we started walking and talking. She is/was a reporter, but a spirit one. Or writer. Im not sure exactly. Like she writes and then the world conforms to the narrative. So we are walking. Shes writing elon musk, and the future, commercial space. She brings me to meet a man ive never met before to talk too, and we have a long conversation. About space and time and memes and the cource of future history...my ideas and perceptions. He is fascinating to talk too. And attentive. The reporter lady is taking note on her dream ipad, like a reporter. Then she asks me a question. She said she was interviewing a man from a company called Tspace, they had an interesting orbital idea too, why do I not support them with my attention and energy to the extent I do elon musk and spacex? So I answered. The support isn’t because space or equipment or even invention is interesting on its own. Its because that man is improbable. Many people dream of making a different future, but few do anything. But this guy, he ran from our dream conversations almost 20 years ago about online payments, and has done one thing then the ext thing, like it was dreamed. because he has the big concern, about life and existence and humanity. Like all sorts do and have done. But how many of them start changing the world, doing the hard work, teach themselves rocket science, to get to that end goal. And succeed...step after step, in the face of all the worlds inertia. Its improbable, unbelievable, and deeply magic. So its not the company I support, or some persons idea, no its that startling amazing focus, such clear intent. To go from being a broke immigrant to actually going into space, and the step by step, clear intent to change the world to make it possible. Thats the difference between the one company and others, they are just ways of making money. Even if interesting. And that is why the fates themselves will re write the script, ad they are so unmovable. But...a lone man, or group, if they are clear and of good intent, can change the very course of history, and the architects, if inspired, will bend the world in ways they usually would not, to support and make a path for that intent.
Like sorcery. Thats why. But I shared it in energy. She looked up at me and smiled, and said “I will definitely quote you on this in my story, again. Thank you”. I finished my conversation with the strange man. And we left together walking a bit (I walked her to her exit portal). But it was pleasant small talk. She asked me to look at her shoes. They were low high heels, and had on white stockings and a stylish but not too low mini skirt, and a matching top and vest. She asked if I liked the shoes. I said err yes they are quite lovely. ( Edit: this was a funny trick, she pecke dmy cheek while i was looking at the shoes trying to think why i needed to complemet them what to say lol) She laughed and gave me a kiss on the cheek and and waved goodbye and left. How odd...again. Lol. What a character hehe.
The last dream im in a penthouse with glass walls. One of the windows is cracked and ive hung a few curtains around just in case a bird decided to look in as I was using the toilet. I was laying on the floor. I see a person tapping on the glass. Its my brother. I get up groggy (I fella sleep in the living room?) and go around and open a sliding door to a balcony and my brother lands. I had just watched galaxy quest again last night before bed, so im laughing how it looks like the commanders house in the hill. Bit im on top of a large skyscraper in los angeles not on a hill. I talk to my brother some about what hes up to in the south atm driving those ( ). Hes excited he saw an alligator close tot he tracks. Stuff like that. I realize I don’t own this penthouse, it was assigned to me as I study. And how removed I am from the city below. Just wake when I wake and sleep where I sleep. I sit on the balcony rubbing my eyes awake and drinking some coffee, enjoying the city going on so far down below. And I feel a bit bored. Like I need to get out and walk around. And the glass house needs some new windows. I must have thrown a stone or two. Hehe.
Im walking around the dream college. Somebody sees me and waves. But im not happy to see him. He was a bully to me in Jr high, but grown up now. He begins walking with me calling me old friend. I say sure we are friends why not hehe. But he has an edge like he is wondering if he can get “on top” of me energetically. He cant, but he might make me prove it. Then two more guy. Ahh the other two that once took that roll. Great. They are talking but im wary. They had told a few others how they were above me and still must be. So I see jerks looking smiling at them knowing. One of them makes a comment I don’t like. I laugh don’t make me claim I have a gun in my green backpack. (its a long story from jr high with me) they laugh start calling me gun guy like a taunt. Ahh this. Again. I say “gentleman, I appreciate the role you had in shaping my life, but It never was what you thought. Stick around too long without that understanding, and I may demonstrate what I mean. And winked. And they turned white. And stopped I kept walking a bit, and called them by name. Tim, John, Francisco...aren’t you guys coming? I think you were mentioning something you wanted to tell me? They gulped a bit and said they had to get to class. I said “maybe latter then” how did you guys say it “After school?” then I laughed said no of course not, I kid. Have a nice day in class. Whew, problem averted. Fin. Lol.
Cloud Rangers
I went to sleep around 6am. I did my normal intent plus intended to connect with ( ) a bit since it was the weekend more time for snoozing hehe. When I fell asleep, there was allot going on. But this was my impression a bit latter in dreaming. I had a veil over it all and it annoyed me...while i was still asleep....i often try and recall in sleep so it makes it easier to remember when wake. Put things into words. I could not remember pictures or words or mind images for the first part. This confused me greatly so I did a false waking to check my dream computer. I even went and got a cup of dream coffee...it was full of goodness from the hills of Colombia. No really, I saw Juan Valdez outside a large picture window looking shamany and his mule pepe, he gave me a big thumbs up as I sniffed the cup.
So I sad down at my dream computer and logged onto Ravenfield...well first I checked the news for the next week Read something on spacex etc. then I checked Rf forums. I went to one of the subsections that only exist on dream version. I think the “words/stories” one. I was looking to see if ( ) had posted something since i knew the first part was with her. (I knew I was dreaming of course)
there was a new post. It was very long. The letters were in a pleasant red with depth like flowing gentle flame or warm. Red means something about with me in my dream color scheme. So I read. But ahh, whole paragraphs are in the most wonderful, luminous gold like light coming out of the dream monitor, like sun rays. Im reading along thinking “i remember this”, this seems a bit different, Ahh I didn’t think of this in this way but I see a link now! Really enjoying what i was reading. Sipping my fresh brewed java from the cloud forests of south America. Hehe. Then my dream Skype window beeps. Its ( ) but not quite. Her dream form/double. Well hello So we chat a bit laughing but she tells me, that it would be best if I forgot what I just read, for her own sake in the tonal. Its all saved but it would..hmm be distracting from something more immediate. Same for me, and I clearly agreed since i had chosen to forget myself for now. But since it was in part mine, it was a request not a statement. So I reviewed it again and agreed that she was probably right. I made a joke about convincing yourself you know how you are...but the reply to this was just a emote of a tongue sticking out and rolling eyes. So I laughed said fine. And then...i forgot. I remembered reading and the letters, the little observations I had following along and recalling my own, but the actual recall, content was just...not there. Poof. I could even re read the post, but the words evaporated as soon as I put the into thoughts. So I replied OK its done and goodnight (or is it good morning lol) and logged off. I did finish my cup of Joe though. And then i went back to my in dream bed and went back to “sleep” in sleep. I then half woke jotted down a few notes about this experience to fix THAT memory at least. And slipped right back into sleep. Bit I didn’t quite forget everything. Here are my exact notes from that part. “How power sees Bled word we recall/deep in and/then out”. I also noted dream waking coffee, words, Skype, agreement. Was interesting.
The next dream was returning from a distant place we had been camping. I was with my family, but not my tonal one. So lots of people were there. ( )...pretty much all of ( ) and some others i think my friend ( ) etc. But we were all leaving in different directions, or in smaller groups. Back towards where we live I guess. We were camping on a sky plateau, like a mesa, a sky island that was heavily forested but could look out see a red desert like the painted desert all around. It was somewhere more distant though, because even for ( ) to get back to ( ) would be a long trip. For some reason we walked, I think we had to climb down to where we left vehicles. I wasn’t sure how I got there, I didn’t see my red sport scar. ( ) said I didn’t want to scratch the undercarriage I had set it too low to look stylish cruising on paved roads. The road here was rough some parts paved some gravel or washed out. So we found were vehicles were left by a lake, a pretty little lake in a deep cleft valley in the side of a mountain which was shorter (the mountain) then the sly plateau. The plateau was beyond the atmosphere somehow. Wolf and ( ) got onto very futuristic looking motorcycles. I still wasn’t sure how I got here but I knew for a fact I didn’t want to be clinging to either of them on the back of the bike like holding on...it was a funny thought...like some chic on the back of a bike. I don’t even own any leather chaps. Lol. ( ) saw my thoughts and started laughing real clear, and nicely, and pointed me to her friend. This guy looked kinda tough. I think his head was shaved, and he had a well groomed goatee and mustache combo. He had like mike Tyson tatoes maruri types on his arms and was tall and buffed out. She laughed said he brought me a jeep, I had the longest trip back to California. It was a cool off road jeep with roll bars and floodlights on the top. It was tan colored. The tough looking guy winked and gave me the keys said don’t worry he would pick it up from where i left my red car and kinda vanished into a portal. So I waved goodbye and started driving. Hah the radio started belting out appropriate driving music. Kick start my heart by motley crue. Excellent.
Sometime latter I find my way back into the buildings in the clouds. Cloud drifts all over the earth. This time, it looks like a high tech base or lair, not a the Chinese imperial palace. When I show up im the only one there. So I start turning things on. I came to find and give out specific colored gauntlets, bracelets. It seems higher then the clouds more like low earth orbit. I can see clouds below even. So I turn thing son but before i get everything ready some greedy people show up. Like they felt the energy turning on and rushed to come. One of them seemed like ( ) but im not sure. Regardless, they were real people and they came to take the bracelets. So I locked them all up and just took my blue one. I didn’t have time to form a whole iron man suite or some other representation of protection from it. So I just kept melting as a cloud to different levels until they got frustrated and when I did the place shut down a bit. So they left. But two the cloud wouldn’t expel. So when the rest of the jerks left, a man and a women were left. They seamed a bit frightened. So I came out of the cloud and said hello and bowed like a diplomat or ninja hehe. I made some small talk two of the bracelets were for them they weren’t bad just kinda stuck in with the wrong crowd not sure how to get out. So I gave them hugs. And their colored bracelets. Then they sorta fell back to earth slowly. At first i was worried. I made a vortex, whirlwind, but of light clouds not dark, and moved it around somewhat randomly to pull them back up. They thought this was fun, but they assured me it was OK they were just falling back to their bodies so I let them drift off again. But then I randomly swept the vortex around to find all the other people I needed to give these too. So id pull people up by two and threes into the funnel. And offer the devices. Hah I recognized people from here, some I didn’t recognize but I knew them what color they got. So that’s what I did, swirl, pull, greet, offer (everyone knew their colors and accepted them) and then watch them drift back to earth. Well there were some bands no set color so if extra people came they could get those kinds they would infill according to the peoples nature. But these were lesser gauntlets. Now the lower clouds are clearing I draw up the last two people...its Hawaii, the big island clear as day below me. These two were on vacation get the last colored ones. But someone who wasn’t meant to get pulled up somehow figures out how to get in the tunnel. It looks like a tourist guy but hes not right at all. So I gently reverse the process to put him back before he gets all the way up. But the cloud place has its own idea it dunks him off several hundred mile sin the sea....but I look again hes sitting on a raft with a radio calling for help he will be OK. Whew. When its done I I become a cloud again and start drifting across the sky. I make it rain on an island that looks dry. I laugh because “Make it rain” is what rappers will say when they spread money around a club or something. But it fits. Rain, energy/life. So im a happy little cloud then.
Latter, im in a setting like a classroom, but its not in a university I think, more like a large conference center. At first im working alone. We have a block of text, like a paragraph, and we need to pull out the energy words, mostly descriptors of objects like “ball” or “locomotive” “food” and string them together write a deeper narrative from just them. Or deconstruct each one and right a singular narrative about each. These are real short like a sentence not long. It important to do it correctly. So at first im on my own doing it but im not really paying attention. Im looking at the instructor a bit too much. Hehe shes very beautiful and has on the most interesting red top. I mean the arms are like red see through silk fine weave lace, and there are rings on a few fingers the sleeves attach too, And the top shows a bit of cleavage but tastefully, it looks very fancy. It snot the cleavage per say, lol, I keep wanting to look at that top and how it moves and such. So im doodling in the margins pulling words out of that, and I even draw a picture of a torso from an angle it seems. But everyone else is doing the assignment. I often do my own thing and turn it in don’t care. But then ( ) asks me how I did one word. And ( ) is listening. And my friend ( ) is kinda I see paying attention too. So I think well, there is no reason we cant work together. So we all sit in a circle around a small table. And I do a few, and explain every step. Then ( ) and ( ) and my friend ( ) all do a piece, and we are getting it done super fast. The instructor says something like...if you have only gotten to this point, your not going to get it done... But she is smiling we are breezing through that part and moving on. We are just flying through it, and then cross connecting are observations and having the time to so third and fourth level analysis as we progress.
The teacher figure starts watching over our shoulder what we are doing smiling, but she isn’t saying anything just seems pleased. She taps my shoulder gentle and I turn to talk to her. The others aren’t disturbed keep going. She points to the stuff I was doing from the red top, and the picture. I read those words. Hug. Weaving. Energy. Attention. Soft. Things like that. And look at the picture...where did I even find a red pencil color? I start to blush a bit. She smiles and leans into my ear. She tells me “Most men tend to exaggerate the breasts, I noticed you made them smaller and put more attention on the sleeves and folds of silk. And sorta smiled in my ear a bit. I was uhh ahhh turned as red as the dress. I started trying to erase the words and picture...and then it was gentle silent laughter. I stopped and laughed myself. I tore off that piece of my work paper. It was long and thin like several lotto slips and like papyrus. I said “here you go” and laughed and smiled. She took it and gave me a quick brush of the check and went on instructing. I looked around but nobody else noticed this. I had a flash of that song “ hot for teacher” and then laughed where the people with me could here. They all looked puzzled. ( ) asked me about a line she had just done I said oh yes, that’s very well Bridged. And we finished the work. And the excersise was done we left into a courtyard like at a fancy conference center.
A familiar women walks up to talk to me. The last time I remember talking to her, it was a week before the ipad was released, and she had one, and introduced me to Steve jobs and he gave me my dream one and the name ipad....before the unveiling. I hurt her feelings then it seemed, when she was done interviewing me in context of the larger story, She told me I was the most “interesting man in the world” after i explained a few things to her. At the time this made me stutter and say what? Then she asked me a blunt question i really stuttered and blushed about and then said “that’s not what I meant, im not like PEOPLE”. (asked if I would be her husband and I stuttered how im really not too well put together for such things) she got offended that I meant physical world stuff...or hurt a bit. Well nothing like that this time, she was friendly and gave me a hug. Then we started walking and talking. She is/was a reporter, but a spirit one. Or writer. Im not sure exactly. Like she writes and then the world conforms to the narrative. So we are walking. Shes writing elon musk, and the future, commercial space. She brings me to meet a man ive never met before to talk too, and we have a long conversation. About space and time and memes and the cource of future history...my ideas and perceptions. He is fascinating to talk too. And attentive. The reporter lady is taking note on her dream ipad, like a reporter. Then she asks me a question. She said she was interviewing a man from a company called Tspace, they had an interesting orbital idea too, why do I not support them with my attention and energy to the extent I do elon musk and spacex? So I answered. The support isn’t because space or equipment or even invention is interesting on its own. Its because that man is improbable. Many people dream of making a different future, but few do anything. But this guy, he ran from our dream conversations almost 20 years ago about online payments, and has done one thing then the ext thing, like it was dreamed. because he has the big concern, about life and existence and humanity. Like all sorts do and have done. But how many of them start changing the world, doing the hard work, teach themselves rocket science, to get to that end goal. And succeed...step after step, in the face of all the worlds inertia. Its improbable, unbelievable, and deeply magic. So its not the company I support, or some persons idea, no its that startling amazing focus, such clear intent. To go from being a broke immigrant to actually going into space, and the step by step, clear intent to change the world to make it possible. Thats the difference between the one company and others, they are just ways of making money. Even if interesting. And that is why the fates themselves will re write the script, ad they are so unmovable. But...a lone man, or group, if they are clear and of good intent, can change the very course of history, and the architects, if inspired, will bend the world in ways they usually would not, to support and make a path for that intent.
Like sorcery. Thats why. But I shared it in energy. She looked up at me and smiled, and said “I will definitely quote you on this in my story, again. Thank you”. I finished my conversation with the strange man. And we left together walking a bit (I walked her to her exit portal). But it was pleasant small talk. She asked me to look at her shoes. They were low high heels, and had on white stockings and a stylish but not too low mini skirt, and a matching top and vest. She asked if I liked the shoes. I said err yes they are quite lovely. ( Edit: this was a funny trick, she pecke dmy cheek while i was looking at the shoes trying to think why i needed to complemet them what to say lol) She laughed and gave me a kiss on the cheek and and waved goodbye and left. How odd...again. Lol. What a character hehe.
The last dream im in a penthouse with glass walls. One of the windows is cracked and ive hung a few curtains around just in case a bird decided to look in as I was using the toilet. I was laying on the floor. I see a person tapping on the glass. Its my brother. I get up groggy (I fella sleep in the living room?) and go around and open a sliding door to a balcony and my brother lands. I had just watched galaxy quest again last night before bed, so im laughing how it looks like the commanders house in the hill. Bit im on top of a large skyscraper in los angeles not on a hill. I talk to my brother some about what hes up to in the south atm driving those ( ). Hes excited he saw an alligator close tot he tracks. Stuff like that. I realize I don’t own this penthouse, it was assigned to me as I study. And how removed I am from the city below. Just wake when I wake and sleep where I sleep. I sit on the balcony rubbing my eyes awake and drinking some coffee, enjoying the city going on so far down below. And I feel a bit bored. Like I need to get out and walk around. And the glass house needs some new windows. I must have thrown a stone or two. Hehe.
Im walking around the dream college. Somebody sees me and waves. But im not happy to see him. He was a bully to me in Jr high, but grown up now. He begins walking with me calling me old friend. I say sure we are friends why not hehe. But he has an edge like he is wondering if he can get “on top” of me energetically. He cant, but he might make me prove it. Then two more guy. Ahh the other two that once took that roll. Great. They are talking but im wary. They had told a few others how they were above me and still must be. So I see jerks looking smiling at them knowing. One of them makes a comment I don’t like. I laugh don’t make me claim I have a gun in my green backpack. (its a long story from jr high with me) they laugh start calling me gun guy like a taunt. Ahh this. Again. I say “gentleman, I appreciate the role you had in shaping my life, but It never was what you thought. Stick around too long without that understanding, and I may demonstrate what I mean. And winked. And they turned white. And stopped I kept walking a bit, and called them by name. Tim, John, Francisco...aren’t you guys coming? I think you were mentioning something you wanted to tell me? They gulped a bit and said they had to get to class. I said “maybe latter then” how did you guys say it “After school?” then I laughed said no of course not, I kid. Have a nice day in class. Whew, problem averted. Fin. Lol.