06-14-2013, 12:01 AM
Square Pegs
1. An elementary school, set in a version of the hemet valley... wher emy father taught, were scientology has their golden era studios, etc. The dream version has seasonal lakes and rivers...like real life. This is a stable dream location for me for the past 20 + years. In my dream version, there is a great rock quarry, and chanell that holds a river, that from time to time creates lakes and wetlands. In my dream, there was a moderate flood event, and some of the far areas near the mountains were swamps again. This was exciting, because in my dreams with the floods, and places to explore, come the alligators. The dream alligators, which are more like water dragons. I spent time looking for them, they only exist when their is water in this dream place. After i explore, and find a few dragon creatures and talk to them, i am going back to the school. Also i se water snakes...water moccasins? that is new and i don't like their presence. I have some job like art teacher, im not a regular teacher, and im not with the permanant staff of parents. Their is a near riot. Their is no longer money in the budget to pay for lunches for the students, and many parents are poor that's all the kids can eat, so they are tired. The parents say they should cut back on other things or GASP teachers take a few percent paycut. Teachers of cource refuse...its almost a riot. Their are pipes and sticks being grabbed. This us very chaotic, and i dont take sides... school wasnt being supported y community, on the other hand, the school had drawn up its gates and was indiferant to the students it was a game. I said screw all of you sleep in the bed you are making, and in a chaotic courtyard, i folded the dream around me like blankets, and when it unfolded i was gone, stepped through the fold in dreams.
2. After i fold out, i come to my house. I dress oddly for me! I put on shorts and sandals, which i dont think ive ever worn not even once. And a hawaian style shirt. Decked out like a tourist, i begin to travel...its almost like a disguise, but its comfortable as well. I travel, and there are trees. Its like im walking under a silent forest, and at other times im running along the branches like a little hawaiaan shirt wearing spider monkey with bare hairy legs and sandals. This is how i move...on paths then on another level along the branches...its important i do both at the same time so all of me gets to where i am going for some reason. My destination is....a shitkicker school, in the deep south. Why would i come here? Its so bad that people from the next county over are considered strange foreighners that they dont like...and im rolling up from california without a bible or a red enough neck. Im doing the same job as the last school...but im too oddball. I REALLY dont fit in here but i didnt at the other school either....so its a matter of degrees. But in a way this place is better...its so conformist, that anyone who wants a change or independant thought kinda flocks to hang out with me...the geeks, freaks, nerds, and even artistic types...in the other place, id only have maybe one group because there were more choices...im the oddest thing to hit this town/school since the two headed chicken at the state fair. Lots of time in the town, at the job at the school, becasue grudgingly, they needed somebody to play that roll and i was it. Actually like it way better then before place. Also, with these people, artistic, we chart worlds. Its hard to explain...find worlds by their line vibrations, and write them out like maps...this is the main thing i/we do its artisitc and musical and inspiration. It was better to ahve some accept and some not like then all be tolerant but not care play their own riot games like the first school...we got more done.
3. After charting, me and some students go to an even farther beyond place...but again, it feels like an elementary school. In this one i was more lucid...the farther i got from the familiar, in tonal, the more lucid and aware i became for some strange reason. Their is some tension here like the first school. But it snot only a school...it is on one level...on another, and they shift in and out, their are animals...mostly chickens, but also rabbits etc...the students in the school...are on another level lab animals or being milked for their eggs and feathers and even meat...but they are also in a school and those people are their teachers. again im in the odd outside/insider roll. Students here were more trusting, and also, the staff...the principal was a young lady, were the most accepting of me treated me as a part of the system...eating students/milking cows. That bothered me. So here and there, and some of the people that came with me, pointed out (Rf people) to the trusting students their being milked was a big part of the existance here. Slowly, but growing, all the students felt a rage like they were woken up to some betrayal...and i again, find myself in a riot. But its more like a revolution. The principal is scared, and some other teachers...and i open a way for them to leave and they ask if im coming with them and i say no it wouldnt be appropriate...and they see somehow i started this...but then im saving them. And the students, they want to kill the staff and they see me saving them...but we were the ones that told them. So even im thinking....who's side am i on? And im asked. the answer is no ones. Im on the side of to sound cheesy freedom, not anger or manipulation so sorry, not running and not helping to kill. Get the weird regard, but also more friends join from the former students and some of the farmer/scientist staff. But i leave them there once that place is stirred up. Who am i helping? Im not even sure.
4. I leave that place in a blue box with "Dr who" and im feeling lazy. We...are in a doll house...like a barbies doll house, sealed, floating in an ocean. i am half awake, watching a big screen tv. And he is sitting buisily writting as i watch tv. I dont have a remte controll...i have one of those slide devices like on the tv show "sliders". And the screen isnt show, its worlds/dream worlds, and im scanning through them all like a tv. And checking the local news for were my awareness centers itself. Waiting. Soething like a cross between a frog and a fish...but the head of a squirell...looks like something from the "live action" parts of spongebob square pants rises from the sea and stares at us in the window, and it makes a sound like a dolphins chattering but stranger. Now dr who stops writting and comes to talk to me...he has drawn a symbolic map from all of this, and i show him im holding the "slide controll" that anyone can use...and also...i have a small brass key, and he has a different small key...we wrap the keys in the map he drew, and i point the slide device at the wall, and its like the wormhole thing we jump in as we are ready. I see the squirell frog fishes face...its big 0 if astonishment...has the meanest looking teeth...as we jump away. then i wake for the day.
1. An elementary school, set in a version of the hemet valley... wher emy father taught, were scientology has their golden era studios, etc. The dream version has seasonal lakes and rivers...like real life. This is a stable dream location for me for the past 20 + years. In my dream version, there is a great rock quarry, and chanell that holds a river, that from time to time creates lakes and wetlands. In my dream, there was a moderate flood event, and some of the far areas near the mountains were swamps again. This was exciting, because in my dreams with the floods, and places to explore, come the alligators. The dream alligators, which are more like water dragons. I spent time looking for them, they only exist when their is water in this dream place. After i explore, and find a few dragon creatures and talk to them, i am going back to the school. Also i se water snakes...water moccasins? that is new and i don't like their presence. I have some job like art teacher, im not a regular teacher, and im not with the permanant staff of parents. Their is a near riot. Their is no longer money in the budget to pay for lunches for the students, and many parents are poor that's all the kids can eat, so they are tired. The parents say they should cut back on other things or GASP teachers take a few percent paycut. Teachers of cource refuse...its almost a riot. Their are pipes and sticks being grabbed. This us very chaotic, and i dont take sides... school wasnt being supported y community, on the other hand, the school had drawn up its gates and was indiferant to the students it was a game. I said screw all of you sleep in the bed you are making, and in a chaotic courtyard, i folded the dream around me like blankets, and when it unfolded i was gone, stepped through the fold in dreams.
2. After i fold out, i come to my house. I dress oddly for me! I put on shorts and sandals, which i dont think ive ever worn not even once. And a hawaian style shirt. Decked out like a tourist, i begin to travel...its almost like a disguise, but its comfortable as well. I travel, and there are trees. Its like im walking under a silent forest, and at other times im running along the branches like a little hawaiaan shirt wearing spider monkey with bare hairy legs and sandals. This is how i move...on paths then on another level along the branches...its important i do both at the same time so all of me gets to where i am going for some reason. My destination is....a shitkicker school, in the deep south. Why would i come here? Its so bad that people from the next county over are considered strange foreighners that they dont like...and im rolling up from california without a bible or a red enough neck. Im doing the same job as the last school...but im too oddball. I REALLY dont fit in here but i didnt at the other school either....so its a matter of degrees. But in a way this place is better...its so conformist, that anyone who wants a change or independant thought kinda flocks to hang out with me...the geeks, freaks, nerds, and even artistic types...in the other place, id only have maybe one group because there were more choices...im the oddest thing to hit this town/school since the two headed chicken at the state fair. Lots of time in the town, at the job at the school, becasue grudgingly, they needed somebody to play that roll and i was it. Actually like it way better then before place. Also, with these people, artistic, we chart worlds. Its hard to explain...find worlds by their line vibrations, and write them out like maps...this is the main thing i/we do its artisitc and musical and inspiration. It was better to ahve some accept and some not like then all be tolerant but not care play their own riot games like the first school...we got more done.
3. After charting, me and some students go to an even farther beyond place...but again, it feels like an elementary school. In this one i was more lucid...the farther i got from the familiar, in tonal, the more lucid and aware i became for some strange reason. Their is some tension here like the first school. But it snot only a school...it is on one level...on another, and they shift in and out, their are animals...mostly chickens, but also rabbits etc...the students in the school...are on another level lab animals or being milked for their eggs and feathers and even meat...but they are also in a school and those people are their teachers. again im in the odd outside/insider roll. Students here were more trusting, and also, the staff...the principal was a young lady, were the most accepting of me treated me as a part of the system...eating students/milking cows. That bothered me. So here and there, and some of the people that came with me, pointed out (Rf people) to the trusting students their being milked was a big part of the existance here. Slowly, but growing, all the students felt a rage like they were woken up to some betrayal...and i again, find myself in a riot. But its more like a revolution. The principal is scared, and some other teachers...and i open a way for them to leave and they ask if im coming with them and i say no it wouldnt be appropriate...and they see somehow i started this...but then im saving them. And the students, they want to kill the staff and they see me saving them...but we were the ones that told them. So even im thinking....who's side am i on? And im asked. the answer is no ones. Im on the side of to sound cheesy freedom, not anger or manipulation so sorry, not running and not helping to kill. Get the weird regard, but also more friends join from the former students and some of the farmer/scientist staff. But i leave them there once that place is stirred up. Who am i helping? Im not even sure.
4. I leave that place in a blue box with "Dr who" and im feeling lazy. We...are in a doll house...like a barbies doll house, sealed, floating in an ocean. i am half awake, watching a big screen tv. And he is sitting buisily writting as i watch tv. I dont have a remte controll...i have one of those slide devices like on the tv show "sliders". And the screen isnt show, its worlds/dream worlds, and im scanning through them all like a tv. And checking the local news for were my awareness centers itself. Waiting. Soething like a cross between a frog and a fish...but the head of a squirell...looks like something from the "live action" parts of spongebob square pants rises from the sea and stares at us in the window, and it makes a sound like a dolphins chattering but stranger. Now dr who stops writting and comes to talk to me...he has drawn a symbolic map from all of this, and i show him im holding the "slide controll" that anyone can use...and also...i have a small brass key, and he has a different small key...we wrap the keys in the map he drew, and i point the slide device at the wall, and its like the wormhole thing we jump in as we are ready. I see the squirell frog fishes face...its big 0 if astonishment...has the meanest looking teeth...as we jump away. then i wake for the day.