04-12-2014, 12:01 AM
Desert Dreaming 12/9/12 Nap
Went and lay down to sleep as soon as everyone left chat. Sleep didn’t come right away, and before it did, and apparently after, it was a strange...conversation. ( ) and ( ). Same thing happened in my night dreaming the night before. Two separate but related things. Something with ( ) that had to be cleared first, cleared up, then some talks with ( ) about how stuff would or would not proceed. ( ) sorta was in the middle negotiating after we took care of our stuff first and it went on to ( ). Strange state of awareness, like a chat forum combo with multiple windows. I wasn’t sure If I was even asleep. But then the last pot of coffee caught up and I held it till we were done, and got up to pee. I look in the mirror as I wash my hands...my pupils fill my eyes and I look like I was sleeping. Strange, from the moment I lay down to when I woke I never registered a transition...but the way I felt my tonal body was the way I monitor it in dreams, so I knew I was sleeping...that, plus the eyes and face when I went to the bathroom. So I lay back down, in order to go back into dreams. The time from when I lay down to when I got up to pee was 40 minutes. Didn’t seem that long.
Slip right back into dreams as soon as I hit the pillow, and this time, they are dreams as we know them, not the strange hybrid state. I walk into an enclosed space...i see a room, like a set. Fire is outside. Some other light is inside. A woman walks in after me who is confused. She is familiar, but did not expect to come here. She reminds me of ( ), but it could be ( ) as well from the age and look...early 40's. Or one other person, I base this off the number of children that she had children. Room is crowded. There is a ...Witch? Speaking. She tells me I was the first, to walk, before. To “fight the flyer” im not sure what she meant. This women is now, in that now. She asks what it means, she is confused so the witch explains. She nods her head. Then there are two in back of us, I see ( ) and one other...both still in university. The age “16” is spoken by the witch here. I look a them and smile, their legs are how I saw them at Baylor university the night before. This is all set and explained. Then...how to explain, nothing in the room changes, but its like we do a play that moves the whole place without moving anything at all. I make it seen to me as star trek, in a shuttle. ( ) must be around, because I say out of character...”star trek is cool *** you ( )” and that gets chuckles. But then all in character. Flying, navigating, people all finding their spot. I take the controls and someone says “Its funny seeing you do this you were the kid learning and now...” I laugh. Is it me? Not sure. I’m in him but not. So then we are “there” although we never moved nor did anything change. But we look in the center of the “room”. There is a plastic display case. A silver pendant, like an open book, with hinges. Strange writing. We will take it, it was kept for us by these monks? Four other objects but the witch doubts the are authentic, but we can use them too. But that is the main thing. After this, we walk out one by one. But....( )? Or another? I think wg comes with me outside. I still need to do my walk, see.
Out on the street, we walk. A sidewalk, and an empty road, laid out but no structures yet. Look to my right, see the redrocks. Not sure if we came from there or we are going there? Anyway i'm just walking and talking. I tell the girl that she should set up down the road here, she doesn’t know. I say sure i can help you, I help others, im helpful She is noncommittal to the general idea. I swear the road can support another setup on the other end for balance. As we walk, I am and am not very young, id say eight years old. I think im me my age, I tighten my jacket its cold out. But there are children and teens everywhere, like school got out, which is strange, it is so empty. I flow with them as them...they see us as them. I listen tot hem talk. Its Halloween. They are rushing to get into costume and trick or treat. Odd. That was more then a month ago we comment. A bit down the road, a big half built structure. It will be the haunted house...its rented for that. I see men working, its not ready. We stop and look. We get drawn in, and time shifts a bit or dream does anyway.
We are in a room. There is a large window, looking out on the mountains/canyons red rock area it look like. Desert. The room is classy, modern, and yet it reminds me of say an English country manor due to the rich wood paneling on the walls, etc. There is a fireplace in a corner, some tan colored couches (like a recent dream with the burning the wolf icons like those I slept on and watched)
Looks like a large hotel suite, or condo...its owned not rented. And...shelves and cabinets, full of books or empty space. I know them, things I once had or I made, and gave to wolf. Wolf is here, but he looks...different. Tall and thin, blue eyes. But...how to explain, maybe wg would know. He looks like a “vampire lord”. But its hard to say why...modern clothes. ( ) or whoever sits quietly. And we speak some on the setting, and the shelves. I tell him I brought him another piece, and reach in my jacket and form two wooden doors, small ones, for a cabinet. I go to place them, after I form them on one of the rich antique cabinets. Looks like California Mission style furniture...which fits in anywhere. Before I attach them, wolf takes one and changes the style from varnished oak to deep mahogany and the shape. And moves it. So I walk over and put the other one next to it. He switches the style again so they are mismatched. This confuses me. Perhaps even annoys me. I tell him that’s not how it goes. But its for the best, I cant find the key. No he speaks with some...emotion? In his voice. He tells me simply I was holding out on him. What? I reply. I held out?. Yes he says, I held out, and I hold that over him. That there is a trickle of new parts. I am a bit confused. Might even be pissed underneath, I think well if I did its because you...and I catch myself, and he finally smiles. He also asks why I spent the effort to create all of this, like a parallel structure, rather then just accept the cave. I don't really answer, I tell him we had to negotiate this...but most of it was for my comfort and warynes. Also I add, why are you animating it. He said he does the same for me, and mentions the use of his double, etc. I think this is why he was...making a point of the doors. “come” he says, “I brought food”. We go into another room, like a kitchenette/dinning area. We sit at a small table. In the center are six pieces of lightly fried...no breading, chicken parts. Legs, thighs, and wings. All dark meat. Something he caught, not chicken. We sit across from one another, and the eating is like a ritual. I am very hungry. I eat the large pieces, clean the bones. As does he, but more slowly then I. Restrained even. The wing...sigh. Trouble getting the meat in between. So I crack it back. When I do, the crack sound is horribly loud. I stop...that felt wrong. I look at him but he is impassive, peering at me. So I eat the rest of the meat. Still hungry. I look up, one chicken leg on the plate in the center. I want it im hungry but...i look at his plate. He had only eaten two pieces. He asks me if I want it, slowly peering. No, no I say...i do but...you only had two, I already had three. That is not fair, you have it. He moves to cut it with a knife...he says I can share half the meat with you...says it slow. But...its not right to me. To take more then him what he provided. I’m sure now. “No, that is too much, you take it”. And he does. I look at my plate, at the bone I twisted snapped back. A small break. IN the bone, I see awareness...energy. Like a strand of filament, alive, human. This shocks me, but I get it. I look up and say “that’s why you made it Halloween, I get what you did here”. He smiles, slightly, as he chews, and does not respond. There is a transition, and we are, me and the girl, back on the street, where we started, continuing to walk.
We walk a ways, and then turn into a house? Yard. It is like a covered patio, clay tile floor. Along one side is an old green high backed desk, and lots of shelves and a work space. On the other side...are shelves. Some books and bric a brac, mortar and pedestal etc. The witch? Yea. Same. She smiles when we come in, we are children again now. She is friendly, but occupied. She offers me a seat, but the girl (?) who is older by x2 my age...so 16, wants to stand and look around. We engage in conversation, about magic and witches, but she seems...amused, but not mocking, at the things we believe/say. She is working moving around the whole time. There is a vine, over the open part of the patio covering. I look through the leaves. I see the moon. But...there are three more moons! Whats more, they have legs and one a bow tie. Like humpty dumpty. I exclaim this to the witch. She says of course, those three moons are important in some parts of the world...4 moons. I say “ I never saw them before”. She says well...you are around magic. I say I always am...aren’t I? Am I a witch...or would that be a warlock? Guys are warlocks...no sorcerers? ( Edit: Left something out here. The witch tells me the center moon, with the bowtie, is male. Its between the female moons. In the center, between. this links to something, a comment ( ) made to me. I start to ask more, then remember my age, and say to the witch "i better not ask, its makeing me waver/shake might loose lucidity. This makes her laugh the loudest ive heard her do.) She smiles again and chuckles. I look to my left, and I see ( ?) reaching for a book on a shelf...like going to over the witches back. He turns and says “i said look not touch”. I say yea...i think you should ask so your intent is clear and her answer. Right? I ask the witch...she laughs again and winks. Now a funny thing...the girl starts changing into...a cat...or some small animal but I see a cat. At first she meows. Its kinda cute. I think of...well, the first time I saw ( ) use her eyes, a dream, their was a Cheshire style cat like this winking at me in the rafters, a dream long ago buried in my thread. That cat. Didn’t seem bad, she just shifted she didn’t seem to mind. But the witch said something about “brats to cats” and laughed nice. So the witch keeps working, and it seems the cat is more and more talking. I hear words. I think I here ( ) name M.... and more meows that can be words. So I listen more and more. I say the witch...hey shes talking almost words! The witch says “of course she is, listen tow what shes saying” so I listen more. I say she said “M.... not cat?” over and over. Is she saying she is not ( )? The witch laughs. No stop thinking, listen. So I do She is really saying “I am NOT a brat!” I laugh. She says more, and as time goes on, the witch working, she becomes more and more human the voice and form. Funny and cool, she is not mad shes laughing too. So now...shes back to her. I know we should go. The witch turns to us, says “i have some things I want to give you”. Sounds exciting. I wonder what magic things they can be! I hope its a paper to help me in the tonal get my act together like money....or maybe a cool picture...something like that. She lets ( ) select either a thing in an envelope or a book...i think she takes the book. She is making me thing now. Grabbing stuff from jars, using the mortar, etc. She is baking, but is no cooking. Finally she is done. 12 cookies. Like small waffles, and some filling. She paints one side with something dark, like chocolate, and one side is light. Puts them in a bag and smiles...oh I love cookies! They remind me of the moons. She hands me one, and says to try it now. To both of us...one? I take a bite wondering what I can feel. I don’t really taste anything. And I just loose the dream, cant hold it, and wake up directly. So I get up and go into chat. Seems I slept almost...three hours total including the fist 40 minutes.
Went and lay down to sleep as soon as everyone left chat. Sleep didn’t come right away, and before it did, and apparently after, it was a strange...conversation. ( ) and ( ). Same thing happened in my night dreaming the night before. Two separate but related things. Something with ( ) that had to be cleared first, cleared up, then some talks with ( ) about how stuff would or would not proceed. ( ) sorta was in the middle negotiating after we took care of our stuff first and it went on to ( ). Strange state of awareness, like a chat forum combo with multiple windows. I wasn’t sure If I was even asleep. But then the last pot of coffee caught up and I held it till we were done, and got up to pee. I look in the mirror as I wash my hands...my pupils fill my eyes and I look like I was sleeping. Strange, from the moment I lay down to when I woke I never registered a transition...but the way I felt my tonal body was the way I monitor it in dreams, so I knew I was sleeping...that, plus the eyes and face when I went to the bathroom. So I lay back down, in order to go back into dreams. The time from when I lay down to when I got up to pee was 40 minutes. Didn’t seem that long.
Slip right back into dreams as soon as I hit the pillow, and this time, they are dreams as we know them, not the strange hybrid state. I walk into an enclosed space...i see a room, like a set. Fire is outside. Some other light is inside. A woman walks in after me who is confused. She is familiar, but did not expect to come here. She reminds me of ( ), but it could be ( ) as well from the age and look...early 40's. Or one other person, I base this off the number of children that she had children. Room is crowded. There is a ...Witch? Speaking. She tells me I was the first, to walk, before. To “fight the flyer” im not sure what she meant. This women is now, in that now. She asks what it means, she is confused so the witch explains. She nods her head. Then there are two in back of us, I see ( ) and one other...both still in university. The age “16” is spoken by the witch here. I look a them and smile, their legs are how I saw them at Baylor university the night before. This is all set and explained. Then...how to explain, nothing in the room changes, but its like we do a play that moves the whole place without moving anything at all. I make it seen to me as star trek, in a shuttle. ( ) must be around, because I say out of character...”star trek is cool *** you ( )” and that gets chuckles. But then all in character. Flying, navigating, people all finding their spot. I take the controls and someone says “Its funny seeing you do this you were the kid learning and now...” I laugh. Is it me? Not sure. I’m in him but not. So then we are “there” although we never moved nor did anything change. But we look in the center of the “room”. There is a plastic display case. A silver pendant, like an open book, with hinges. Strange writing. We will take it, it was kept for us by these monks? Four other objects but the witch doubts the are authentic, but we can use them too. But that is the main thing. After this, we walk out one by one. But....( )? Or another? I think wg comes with me outside. I still need to do my walk, see.
Out on the street, we walk. A sidewalk, and an empty road, laid out but no structures yet. Look to my right, see the redrocks. Not sure if we came from there or we are going there? Anyway i'm just walking and talking. I tell the girl that she should set up down the road here, she doesn’t know. I say sure i can help you, I help others, im helpful She is noncommittal to the general idea. I swear the road can support another setup on the other end for balance. As we walk, I am and am not very young, id say eight years old. I think im me my age, I tighten my jacket its cold out. But there are children and teens everywhere, like school got out, which is strange, it is so empty. I flow with them as them...they see us as them. I listen tot hem talk. Its Halloween. They are rushing to get into costume and trick or treat. Odd. That was more then a month ago we comment. A bit down the road, a big half built structure. It will be the haunted house...its rented for that. I see men working, its not ready. We stop and look. We get drawn in, and time shifts a bit or dream does anyway.
We are in a room. There is a large window, looking out on the mountains/canyons red rock area it look like. Desert. The room is classy, modern, and yet it reminds me of say an English country manor due to the rich wood paneling on the walls, etc. There is a fireplace in a corner, some tan colored couches (like a recent dream with the burning the wolf icons like those I slept on and watched)
Looks like a large hotel suite, or condo...its owned not rented. And...shelves and cabinets, full of books or empty space. I know them, things I once had or I made, and gave to wolf. Wolf is here, but he looks...different. Tall and thin, blue eyes. But...how to explain, maybe wg would know. He looks like a “vampire lord”. But its hard to say why...modern clothes. ( ) or whoever sits quietly. And we speak some on the setting, and the shelves. I tell him I brought him another piece, and reach in my jacket and form two wooden doors, small ones, for a cabinet. I go to place them, after I form them on one of the rich antique cabinets. Looks like California Mission style furniture...which fits in anywhere. Before I attach them, wolf takes one and changes the style from varnished oak to deep mahogany and the shape. And moves it. So I walk over and put the other one next to it. He switches the style again so they are mismatched. This confuses me. Perhaps even annoys me. I tell him that’s not how it goes. But its for the best, I cant find the key. No he speaks with some...emotion? In his voice. He tells me simply I was holding out on him. What? I reply. I held out?. Yes he says, I held out, and I hold that over him. That there is a trickle of new parts. I am a bit confused. Might even be pissed underneath, I think well if I did its because you...and I catch myself, and he finally smiles. He also asks why I spent the effort to create all of this, like a parallel structure, rather then just accept the cave. I don't really answer, I tell him we had to negotiate this...but most of it was for my comfort and warynes. Also I add, why are you animating it. He said he does the same for me, and mentions the use of his double, etc. I think this is why he was...making a point of the doors. “come” he says, “I brought food”. We go into another room, like a kitchenette/dinning area. We sit at a small table. In the center are six pieces of lightly fried...no breading, chicken parts. Legs, thighs, and wings. All dark meat. Something he caught, not chicken. We sit across from one another, and the eating is like a ritual. I am very hungry. I eat the large pieces, clean the bones. As does he, but more slowly then I. Restrained even. The wing...sigh. Trouble getting the meat in between. So I crack it back. When I do, the crack sound is horribly loud. I stop...that felt wrong. I look at him but he is impassive, peering at me. So I eat the rest of the meat. Still hungry. I look up, one chicken leg on the plate in the center. I want it im hungry but...i look at his plate. He had only eaten two pieces. He asks me if I want it, slowly peering. No, no I say...i do but...you only had two, I already had three. That is not fair, you have it. He moves to cut it with a knife...he says I can share half the meat with you...says it slow. But...its not right to me. To take more then him what he provided. I’m sure now. “No, that is too much, you take it”. And he does. I look at my plate, at the bone I twisted snapped back. A small break. IN the bone, I see awareness...energy. Like a strand of filament, alive, human. This shocks me, but I get it. I look up and say “that’s why you made it Halloween, I get what you did here”. He smiles, slightly, as he chews, and does not respond. There is a transition, and we are, me and the girl, back on the street, where we started, continuing to walk.
We walk a ways, and then turn into a house? Yard. It is like a covered patio, clay tile floor. Along one side is an old green high backed desk, and lots of shelves and a work space. On the other side...are shelves. Some books and bric a brac, mortar and pedestal etc. The witch? Yea. Same. She smiles when we come in, we are children again now. She is friendly, but occupied. She offers me a seat, but the girl (?) who is older by x2 my age...so 16, wants to stand and look around. We engage in conversation, about magic and witches, but she seems...amused, but not mocking, at the things we believe/say. She is working moving around the whole time. There is a vine, over the open part of the patio covering. I look through the leaves. I see the moon. But...there are three more moons! Whats more, they have legs and one a bow tie. Like humpty dumpty. I exclaim this to the witch. She says of course, those three moons are important in some parts of the world...4 moons. I say “ I never saw them before”. She says well...you are around magic. I say I always am...aren’t I? Am I a witch...or would that be a warlock? Guys are warlocks...no sorcerers? ( Edit: Left something out here. The witch tells me the center moon, with the bowtie, is male. Its between the female moons. In the center, between. this links to something, a comment ( ) made to me. I start to ask more, then remember my age, and say to the witch "i better not ask, its makeing me waver/shake might loose lucidity. This makes her laugh the loudest ive heard her do.) She smiles again and chuckles. I look to my left, and I see ( ?) reaching for a book on a shelf...like going to over the witches back. He turns and says “i said look not touch”. I say yea...i think you should ask so your intent is clear and her answer. Right? I ask the witch...she laughs again and winks. Now a funny thing...the girl starts changing into...a cat...or some small animal but I see a cat. At first she meows. Its kinda cute. I think of...well, the first time I saw ( ) use her eyes, a dream, their was a Cheshire style cat like this winking at me in the rafters, a dream long ago buried in my thread. That cat. Didn’t seem bad, she just shifted she didn’t seem to mind. But the witch said something about “brats to cats” and laughed nice. So the witch keeps working, and it seems the cat is more and more talking. I hear words. I think I here ( ) name M.... and more meows that can be words. So I listen more and more. I say the witch...hey shes talking almost words! The witch says “of course she is, listen tow what shes saying” so I listen more. I say she said “M.... not cat?” over and over. Is she saying she is not ( )? The witch laughs. No stop thinking, listen. So I do She is really saying “I am NOT a brat!” I laugh. She says more, and as time goes on, the witch working, she becomes more and more human the voice and form. Funny and cool, she is not mad shes laughing too. So now...shes back to her. I know we should go. The witch turns to us, says “i have some things I want to give you”. Sounds exciting. I wonder what magic things they can be! I hope its a paper to help me in the tonal get my act together like money....or maybe a cool picture...something like that. She lets ( ) select either a thing in an envelope or a book...i think she takes the book. She is making me thing now. Grabbing stuff from jars, using the mortar, etc. She is baking, but is no cooking. Finally she is done. 12 cookies. Like small waffles, and some filling. She paints one side with something dark, like chocolate, and one side is light. Puts them in a bag and smiles...oh I love cookies! They remind me of the moons. She hands me one, and says to try it now. To both of us...one? I take a bite wondering what I can feel. I don’t really taste anything. And I just loose the dream, cant hold it, and wake up directly. So I get up and go into chat. Seems I slept almost...three hours total including the fist 40 minutes.