05-21-2011, 12:00 AM
I posted this in response to Datura's question about whether IB's have been encountered while dreaming. It is in the New Seers forum. I replied but got no response which was kind of disappointing but I'm thinking I can get some ideas here with you all.
I opened with a title saying something to the effect that I was undecided but pretty sure this dream involved IB's. So here is the post, cut and pasted:
I have been dreaming and stalking all my life but did not know these
ideas in the form presented by DJ and CC until the last couple of
years...and even at that, I am only just now reading CC's first dozen or
so books in their entirety. And really, I'm not reading them as much
as I am listening to them on mp3's on my Ipod...I've heard them all,
now, several times...and while I am seeing many missing pieces fill in
the gaps of my so-called personal jigsaw puzzle of knowledge...I still
have much to put together because the terms and the ideas are not so
much foreign to me as they are somewhat in a different language...and so
I am not sure of a lot of what I'm thinking to be so...but I'm
confident that much help can be found here amongst you all.
I
have a dear dear friend who has also been dreaming on the warrior path
all his life, although he learned it in a more orderly fashion from his
paternal ancestors...and we talk every day and he's helped me
immensely...yet he's so respectful of my freedom that he doesn't try to
box me in as many might do...with his own ideas and terms...and I don't
mind that...in fact, I love him all the more for it.
I know it is
my journey toward knowledge and so it is up to me to form that which is
in my mind...with the help of Spirit and my own experiences and
actions.
So...having said all that in the way of laying a bit of
groundwork about me, the dreamer...now I'll share all I can about this
one particular dream/journey that I possibly can to see what you all
might make of it....
This happened about a year ago, more or
less...and I was at a certain point in my dreaming wherein I was
dreaming (not just having dreams but dreaming) every night and was able
to consistently return to my dream two or three times each night...I
drink a whole lot of liquids day and night and subsequently have to go
pee a few to sometimes several times at night...I live in a smaller
apartment/room detached from my mother's main house and I have no
bathroom so I have to walk about 40 feet from my door to her back door
and then about 30 feet down to the john...and then back.
My
experiences just prior and leading up to this night were somewhat
frustrating...I repeatedly found myself "stranded"...no matter what I
was doing or where I was in my dreaming...which was most usually in this
shadow-like version of my hometown...with a few strange anomalies that
are consistently consistent even in their strangeness...it is best
described as the town that is underneath my town...or at least that is
how I perceive it.
When I say stranded, I mean this: I would
travel to a place in my dream in a car or a motorbike or sometimes even a
weird little scooter car thing...and park it outside...do my business
whatever it was...and when coming back outside...my vehicle was not
there!
STOLEN! At first I was dismayed and wondered who and
why...but then it got to be downright annoying and
frustrating...increasingly so.
And if it wasn't that particular
situation...it was something similar in that I would not be able to find
the exit of the building I might be in...no matter what I did or who I
asked...there was never a door leading straight out to the exterior!
There might be convoluted tunnels or increasingly short hallways
connecting endless heavy industrial type doors...but I could only
escape...or leave...depending on the predicament...when I woke up and
left the dream.
So...that is the frame of reference for my attitude during the course of the dream...important, believe it or not.
This
night I find myself in this somewhat shabby (on the interior) double
wide trailer...on one side it was like a boys' club or maybe a summer
camp mess hall in that it was mainly a very large room with little or no
furniture but it seems like I remember stacks of a few chairs in an
obscure corner or two, like you'd see in that kind of place...and there
was a coke machine! Not an old one but not brand spanking modern new,
either...maybe from 15 years ago or so? And there was a little room
just off of that one in which I and this strange girl were being sort of
kept...there was a large Folger's coffee can in case we (or maybe just
me?) had to pee!
There was a big basketball court on the other
half of this double wide, which was kind of falling apart at the middle
where it was supposed to be joined and secured...I could see clear
plastic falling between the two halves here and there and it was
generally somewhere between falling apart and neglected but still very
inhabitable.
There were many blue skinned muppet-like beings
playing basketball on that side...at least 10 because they were playing a
real enough game of hoops with two whole teams yet they were all blue
and they were all guys...they all had on sleeveless white basketball
jerseys and long shorts...they were into the basketball thing very much,
from all appearances.
Each one of these blue dudes had one part
of their body which was exaggerated and larger in proportion to the rest
of their body...and none had the same part enlarged...for instance, one
had way bigger arms...another had huge thighs...and one had big feet,
etc...except for the one that seemed to be their leader...they gave me
the impression of being a gang...all of them...both sides of the
basketball game were really all just one team in the greater
sense...this was what they did to kill time, maybe?
But the
leader, he was not deformed unless maybe it was his head which was
rather large...but they were like muppets so it is hard to tell
sometimes...he was like a cross between Sam the Eagle (on Sesame
street?) and a blue skinned Bert, the partner of Ernie...there was no
doubt he was in charge and the others all deferred to him in every way.
So...I
am on the other side with this frail sort of blue-skinned young girl
that seemed to me to be much like Lily Munster in appearance...at about
the age of 17...petite and beautiful and not at all deformed in any
way...
She was quiet and it wasn't like she was shy...there just
wasn't much to her, on the inside, if you dig. I had the understanding
that she was "their" virgin...the girl who would be the mate of the
whole blue team and the leader...there were many individuals in that
blue bunch of beings but yet in some ways they existed as just one and
evidently sex and procreation was one of those ways.
I was
somehow her "chaperone" although why one was needed is unclear...since
she was expressly there for that purpose and there was nothing heinous
or disreputable about the situation in that sense...this was right and
proper in their world but definitely they were not human...not at
all...I could just feel that they were not and there was no doubt at all
about it...they weren't even interacting with me, not the blue boys on
the basketball court although from time to time, the Bert/Sam Eagle
leader guy would take a look over toward where the two of us females
were at...and I could tell that he was very focused in on my whereabouts
and general disposition at all time, even when dribbling and shooting
baskets, etc...and with his attention...somehow the attention of all his
crew followed...but not in the physical sense...only he looked at
me...but all of them were perceiving me...
And I was there for
some time...long enough to get bored...and to have to pee in that
can...and when I peed...I did it in a sort of hidden part of that little
annex to the bigger room...in a place that prevented Bert/Sam from
locating me the next time he checked my position...and there was a bit
of irritation which I bucked up under because I was, by that time,
bored...very very bored...and not even close to entertained or even
comfortable...and I had started looking around for a door in that
trailer...having decided that these blue beings were NOT human and that I
would not be doing the girl any harm by leaving her there with
them...they were her own kind...that is exactly how I thought
that...."They are her OWN kind..."
As well...the chaperon role
was growing less and less legitimate in my mind...more and more I could
see that it was just a ploy...a decoy of sorts...devised to fool me,
mentally, for a time...but to what purpose, I could not even guess...no
one said anything to me at all...I tried to speak and while I know they
understood me...they had nothing to say to me at all...it was not
hostile there but it was very detached and not at all intimate in even
the most generous way of defining the word...no warmth...they were not
my hosts...they were not there for me...but they were very interested in
my being there and remaining in their midst for an indeterminate
time...I remember that one of the thoughts I had...and perhaps I even
spoke it...or rather, inquired about it...receiving no answer at all and
little or no acknowledgment...even though I KNEW...I FELT that they
heard me perfectly and understood the whole train of that particular
train of thought, in me, in that moment...wanting to know WHY I was
there and how long did I have to stay?
About that time, my
bladder woke me up and I plodded my well-worn path to the bathroom...and
on my way there...and while I relieved myself...and on the way back to
bed...I grew more and more irritated with the whole frustrating
situation...once AGAIN...just like every night had been for a few
weeks...I was powerless to do what I wanted to do...and was unable to go
anywhere at all...not even outside because there were no doors
whatsoever and only a couple of tall narrow windows besides which ONE
SHOULD normally find a door...an EXIT...
I was pissed by the time
I was back to my bed and I made the decision, without much concern
other than I was just damn sick and tired of not being able to be my own
person in my world of dreaming...it was my world! But I couldn't do
what I wanted to do...and it was getting OLD! So I decided that I would
just MAKE A DOOR in the wall of that trailer! And I laid down with that
thought...not with a serious or fearful attitude at all but a very
unserious yet determined state of mind...I didn't think of the whole
thing as much more than my previous exercises such as intending to
experience each of my five senses, one at a time, while dreaming...I
thought of this as just another step in my personally devised lesson
plan to enhance my night time world...
So...I laid down and went
right back to sleep and I was instantly right where I had left
off...standing in that doorless trailer...irritated and somewhat
offended feeling and getting very near the end of my patience...which is
quite a far end, more often than not.
EXCEPT...now...there was a
door in the wall right behind where the girl and I were hanging
out...it was the exterior wall of the trailer and led to what would be
considered the front yard...I looked at that door...right there in
perfect form where there had been nothing but wall before I had woken up
to go pee....and I didn't even give it a second thought before I threw
myself into it, opening it and flying out of it all in the same burst of
relief...there was a small wooden step thing like most trailers have at
the back door, usually...but I didn't even need it...I just flew down
to the ground...and I don't mean I literally flew but was running/going
so fast that it was like flying...
And I ran across the yard
toward the street...this trailer was on a short street that had only
three houses or trailers on either side...and the end of the street was
created by it being cut off by a sort of berm that wasn't an overpass or
road but was about that same height...and the trailer I had come out of
was on the left side of the street as I ran in the direction of that
berm...and on the right side of that street...right between the last
house on that side and that strange berm...there was a tunnel like
thing...it was leading off to the right just like a street would only it
reminded me more of one of those little houses at the park with the
rotating barrel inside of it...the one here was called the "fun house"
but it was never fun for me...I always fell and got skinned up while the
other kids were running inside that barrel as fast as they could.
I
don't know what I knew about that tunnel thing, if anything at
all...all I know is that I headed straight for it...crossing the street
about the point of the middle house and making a bee-line straight to
the entrance of whatever it was.
I was already halfway between
my point of exodus and the entrance to that tunnel before the blue dudes
realized what had happened...and collected themselves enough to give
chase. I guess that new door really threw them for a loop...pun
intended...I don't know.
All I know is that I was sure then that I
had a certain chance to get all the way away...because I knew that if
they caught up to me...they'd take me back and it wouldn't be so easy to
make a door the next time...
I got to the entrance of that
tunnel thing and it was spinning just like that damn fun house of my
childhood...it was rather long and it wasn't solid...it was more like a
spinning vortex...it was going counterclockwise and pretty fast...
I
got there and just LEAPED into it...and the blue dudes pulled up sudden
and short when they got to about 10 feete away from the mouth of the
thing...they knew..and I knew...that for them to leap into that thing
would be sudden and certain death for them...irrevocable and merciless
death for 'their kind.'
All except one of them, however...one of
the followers...a somewhat short fellow who had, I think, a bigger than
normal midriff/lower torso...he leaped in right behind me and the others
gasped with shock and surprise but not audibly...it was one of those
things they all did as if they were just one being..and it was expressed
within them all...not outwardly at all did they gasp but they were
horrified!
And as soon as the dude following me leapt into the
vortex...he was rapidly and neatly torn asunder in many little uniformly
sized pieces...maybe a hundred or so or perhaps only 50 to 75...but
they were all bright blue and they quickly dispersed around the tunnel
as they followed right behind me toward the other end....
I
recall looking back and watching these beautiful little blue puffs of
somewhat transparent STUFF go around and around the helical grooves of
the tunnel, right behind me...as I, too traveled in the same way in
those grooves...only in one piece and not harmed at all.
I rememeber I felt something for the torn asunder dude...not pity but not a negative feeling...I don't know what I felt, really.
And
that was the end of my awareness in that dream...I woke up later and
tripped out quite a bit..and still do...but I've never been back to that
desolate street or that hopeless trailer...nor have I seen any beings
like those ever again...
But when I woke up...I had the name of
the blue dudes on my tongue and it stayed in my head...they were "Echo
and the Bunnymen"...I know that is the name of a band from the 80's I
think...but I never listened to them and I only looked them up on Wiki
after that dreaming...it was a prominent phrase for some time afterward
and also predominant in my little private sphere was another phrase, an
idea...which was "PASTOR OF MUPPETS"...it is the name of a font
resembling Metallica's logo...but it was deep in obscure meaning,
somehow, related to those blue dudes...Echo and his Bunnymen...I was not
a PUPPET MASTER but rather a PASTOR OF MUPPETS.
I
know that is terribly terribly LONG and verbose and I apologize in
part, but yet I didn't want to leave anything out at all, even the
smallest detail. That is everything I remember and it is basically the
same as I remembered right after...it has not faded a bit and it has not
left my mind completely all this time...it isn't an obsession but it is
definitely unanswered somehow and for whatever reason, seems to be
requiring an answer for me, from me, by me, or whatever...
Do you think Echo and the Bunnymen were inorganics?
Was that their world I was in? That I escaped from?
I
suspect, now, that the situations that led up to my heightened
frustration that night were actually the attempts by IB's to keep me in
their world...I'm not sure but more and more it seems to be so.
But
I have nothing to compare to or base any of my ideas upon! Any and all
assistance would be more than appreciated...and I thank you in
advance!!!
And thanks for reading that whole full-length novel about just one dream...
LOL
I opened with a title saying something to the effect that I was undecided but pretty sure this dream involved IB's. So here is the post, cut and pasted:
I have been dreaming and stalking all my life but did not know these
ideas in the form presented by DJ and CC until the last couple of
years...and even at that, I am only just now reading CC's first dozen or
so books in their entirety. And really, I'm not reading them as much
as I am listening to them on mp3's on my Ipod...I've heard them all,
now, several times...and while I am seeing many missing pieces fill in
the gaps of my so-called personal jigsaw puzzle of knowledge...I still
have much to put together because the terms and the ideas are not so
much foreign to me as they are somewhat in a different language...and so
I am not sure of a lot of what I'm thinking to be so...but I'm
confident that much help can be found here amongst you all.
I
have a dear dear friend who has also been dreaming on the warrior path
all his life, although he learned it in a more orderly fashion from his
paternal ancestors...and we talk every day and he's helped me
immensely...yet he's so respectful of my freedom that he doesn't try to
box me in as many might do...with his own ideas and terms...and I don't
mind that...in fact, I love him all the more for it.
I know it is
my journey toward knowledge and so it is up to me to form that which is
in my mind...with the help of Spirit and my own experiences and
actions.
So...having said all that in the way of laying a bit of
groundwork about me, the dreamer...now I'll share all I can about this
one particular dream/journey that I possibly can to see what you all
might make of it....
This happened about a year ago, more or
less...and I was at a certain point in my dreaming wherein I was
dreaming (not just having dreams but dreaming) every night and was able
to consistently return to my dream two or three times each night...I
drink a whole lot of liquids day and night and subsequently have to go
pee a few to sometimes several times at night...I live in a smaller
apartment/room detached from my mother's main house and I have no
bathroom so I have to walk about 40 feet from my door to her back door
and then about 30 feet down to the john...and then back.
My
experiences just prior and leading up to this night were somewhat
frustrating...I repeatedly found myself "stranded"...no matter what I
was doing or where I was in my dreaming...which was most usually in this
shadow-like version of my hometown...with a few strange anomalies that
are consistently consistent even in their strangeness...it is best
described as the town that is underneath my town...or at least that is
how I perceive it.
When I say stranded, I mean this: I would
travel to a place in my dream in a car or a motorbike or sometimes even a
weird little scooter car thing...and park it outside...do my business
whatever it was...and when coming back outside...my vehicle was not
there!
STOLEN! At first I was dismayed and wondered who and
why...but then it got to be downright annoying and
frustrating...increasingly so.
And if it wasn't that particular
situation...it was something similar in that I would not be able to find
the exit of the building I might be in...no matter what I did or who I
asked...there was never a door leading straight out to the exterior!
There might be convoluted tunnels or increasingly short hallways
connecting endless heavy industrial type doors...but I could only
escape...or leave...depending on the predicament...when I woke up and
left the dream.
So...that is the frame of reference for my attitude during the course of the dream...important, believe it or not.
This
night I find myself in this somewhat shabby (on the interior) double
wide trailer...on one side it was like a boys' club or maybe a summer
camp mess hall in that it was mainly a very large room with little or no
furniture but it seems like I remember stacks of a few chairs in an
obscure corner or two, like you'd see in that kind of place...and there
was a coke machine! Not an old one but not brand spanking modern new,
either...maybe from 15 years ago or so? And there was a little room
just off of that one in which I and this strange girl were being sort of
kept...there was a large Folger's coffee can in case we (or maybe just
me?) had to pee!
There was a big basketball court on the other
half of this double wide, which was kind of falling apart at the middle
where it was supposed to be joined and secured...I could see clear
plastic falling between the two halves here and there and it was
generally somewhere between falling apart and neglected but still very
inhabitable.
There were many blue skinned muppet-like beings
playing basketball on that side...at least 10 because they were playing a
real enough game of hoops with two whole teams yet they were all blue
and they were all guys...they all had on sleeveless white basketball
jerseys and long shorts...they were into the basketball thing very much,
from all appearances.
Each one of these blue dudes had one part
of their body which was exaggerated and larger in proportion to the rest
of their body...and none had the same part enlarged...for instance, one
had way bigger arms...another had huge thighs...and one had big feet,
etc...except for the one that seemed to be their leader...they gave me
the impression of being a gang...all of them...both sides of the
basketball game were really all just one team in the greater
sense...this was what they did to kill time, maybe?
But the
leader, he was not deformed unless maybe it was his head which was
rather large...but they were like muppets so it is hard to tell
sometimes...he was like a cross between Sam the Eagle (on Sesame
street?) and a blue skinned Bert, the partner of Ernie...there was no
doubt he was in charge and the others all deferred to him in every way.
So...I
am on the other side with this frail sort of blue-skinned young girl
that seemed to me to be much like Lily Munster in appearance...at about
the age of 17...petite and beautiful and not at all deformed in any
way...
She was quiet and it wasn't like she was shy...there just
wasn't much to her, on the inside, if you dig. I had the understanding
that she was "their" virgin...the girl who would be the mate of the
whole blue team and the leader...there were many individuals in that
blue bunch of beings but yet in some ways they existed as just one and
evidently sex and procreation was one of those ways.
I was
somehow her "chaperone" although why one was needed is unclear...since
she was expressly there for that purpose and there was nothing heinous
or disreputable about the situation in that sense...this was right and
proper in their world but definitely they were not human...not at
all...I could just feel that they were not and there was no doubt at all
about it...they weren't even interacting with me, not the blue boys on
the basketball court although from time to time, the Bert/Sam Eagle
leader guy would take a look over toward where the two of us females
were at...and I could tell that he was very focused in on my whereabouts
and general disposition at all time, even when dribbling and shooting
baskets, etc...and with his attention...somehow the attention of all his
crew followed...but not in the physical sense...only he looked at
me...but all of them were perceiving me...
And I was there for
some time...long enough to get bored...and to have to pee in that
can...and when I peed...I did it in a sort of hidden part of that little
annex to the bigger room...in a place that prevented Bert/Sam from
locating me the next time he checked my position...and there was a bit
of irritation which I bucked up under because I was, by that time,
bored...very very bored...and not even close to entertained or even
comfortable...and I had started looking around for a door in that
trailer...having decided that these blue beings were NOT human and that I
would not be doing the girl any harm by leaving her there with
them...they were her own kind...that is exactly how I thought
that...."They are her OWN kind..."
As well...the chaperon role
was growing less and less legitimate in my mind...more and more I could
see that it was just a ploy...a decoy of sorts...devised to fool me,
mentally, for a time...but to what purpose, I could not even guess...no
one said anything to me at all...I tried to speak and while I know they
understood me...they had nothing to say to me at all...it was not
hostile there but it was very detached and not at all intimate in even
the most generous way of defining the word...no warmth...they were not
my hosts...they were not there for me...but they were very interested in
my being there and remaining in their midst for an indeterminate
time...I remember that one of the thoughts I had...and perhaps I even
spoke it...or rather, inquired about it...receiving no answer at all and
little or no acknowledgment...even though I KNEW...I FELT that they
heard me perfectly and understood the whole train of that particular
train of thought, in me, in that moment...wanting to know WHY I was
there and how long did I have to stay?
About that time, my
bladder woke me up and I plodded my well-worn path to the bathroom...and
on my way there...and while I relieved myself...and on the way back to
bed...I grew more and more irritated with the whole frustrating
situation...once AGAIN...just like every night had been for a few
weeks...I was powerless to do what I wanted to do...and was unable to go
anywhere at all...not even outside because there were no doors
whatsoever and only a couple of tall narrow windows besides which ONE
SHOULD normally find a door...an EXIT...
I was pissed by the time
I was back to my bed and I made the decision, without much concern
other than I was just damn sick and tired of not being able to be my own
person in my world of dreaming...it was my world! But I couldn't do
what I wanted to do...and it was getting OLD! So I decided that I would
just MAKE A DOOR in the wall of that trailer! And I laid down with that
thought...not with a serious or fearful attitude at all but a very
unserious yet determined state of mind...I didn't think of the whole
thing as much more than my previous exercises such as intending to
experience each of my five senses, one at a time, while dreaming...I
thought of this as just another step in my personally devised lesson
plan to enhance my night time world...
So...I laid down and went
right back to sleep and I was instantly right where I had left
off...standing in that doorless trailer...irritated and somewhat
offended feeling and getting very near the end of my patience...which is
quite a far end, more often than not.
EXCEPT...now...there was a
door in the wall right behind where the girl and I were hanging
out...it was the exterior wall of the trailer and led to what would be
considered the front yard...I looked at that door...right there in
perfect form where there had been nothing but wall before I had woken up
to go pee....and I didn't even give it a second thought before I threw
myself into it, opening it and flying out of it all in the same burst of
relief...there was a small wooden step thing like most trailers have at
the back door, usually...but I didn't even need it...I just flew down
to the ground...and I don't mean I literally flew but was running/going
so fast that it was like flying...
And I ran across the yard
toward the street...this trailer was on a short street that had only
three houses or trailers on either side...and the end of the street was
created by it being cut off by a sort of berm that wasn't an overpass or
road but was about that same height...and the trailer I had come out of
was on the left side of the street as I ran in the direction of that
berm...and on the right side of that street...right between the last
house on that side and that strange berm...there was a tunnel like
thing...it was leading off to the right just like a street would only it
reminded me more of one of those little houses at the park with the
rotating barrel inside of it...the one here was called the "fun house"
but it was never fun for me...I always fell and got skinned up while the
other kids were running inside that barrel as fast as they could.
I
don't know what I knew about that tunnel thing, if anything at
all...all I know is that I headed straight for it...crossing the street
about the point of the middle house and making a bee-line straight to
the entrance of whatever it was.
I was already halfway between
my point of exodus and the entrance to that tunnel before the blue dudes
realized what had happened...and collected themselves enough to give
chase. I guess that new door really threw them for a loop...pun
intended...I don't know.
All I know is that I was sure then that I
had a certain chance to get all the way away...because I knew that if
they caught up to me...they'd take me back and it wouldn't be so easy to
make a door the next time...
I got to the entrance of that
tunnel thing and it was spinning just like that damn fun house of my
childhood...it was rather long and it wasn't solid...it was more like a
spinning vortex...it was going counterclockwise and pretty fast...
I
got there and just LEAPED into it...and the blue dudes pulled up sudden
and short when they got to about 10 feete away from the mouth of the
thing...they knew..and I knew...that for them to leap into that thing
would be sudden and certain death for them...irrevocable and merciless
death for 'their kind.'
All except one of them, however...one of
the followers...a somewhat short fellow who had, I think, a bigger than
normal midriff/lower torso...he leaped in right behind me and the others
gasped with shock and surprise but not audibly...it was one of those
things they all did as if they were just one being..and it was expressed
within them all...not outwardly at all did they gasp but they were
horrified!
And as soon as the dude following me leapt into the
vortex...he was rapidly and neatly torn asunder in many little uniformly
sized pieces...maybe a hundred or so or perhaps only 50 to 75...but
they were all bright blue and they quickly dispersed around the tunnel
as they followed right behind me toward the other end....
I
recall looking back and watching these beautiful little blue puffs of
somewhat transparent STUFF go around and around the helical grooves of
the tunnel, right behind me...as I, too traveled in the same way in
those grooves...only in one piece and not harmed at all.
I rememeber I felt something for the torn asunder dude...not pity but not a negative feeling...I don't know what I felt, really.
And
that was the end of my awareness in that dream...I woke up later and
tripped out quite a bit..and still do...but I've never been back to that
desolate street or that hopeless trailer...nor have I seen any beings
like those ever again...
But when I woke up...I had the name of
the blue dudes on my tongue and it stayed in my head...they were "Echo
and the Bunnymen"...I know that is the name of a band from the 80's I
think...but I never listened to them and I only looked them up on Wiki
after that dreaming...it was a prominent phrase for some time afterward
and also predominant in my little private sphere was another phrase, an
idea...which was "PASTOR OF MUPPETS"...it is the name of a font
resembling Metallica's logo...but it was deep in obscure meaning,
somehow, related to those blue dudes...Echo and his Bunnymen...I was not
a PUPPET MASTER but rather a PASTOR OF MUPPETS.
I
know that is terribly terribly LONG and verbose and I apologize in
part, but yet I didn't want to leave anything out at all, even the
smallest detail. That is everything I remember and it is basically the
same as I remembered right after...it has not faded a bit and it has not
left my mind completely all this time...it isn't an obsession but it is
definitely unanswered somehow and for whatever reason, seems to be
requiring an answer for me, from me, by me, or whatever...
Do you think Echo and the Bunnymen were inorganics?
Was that their world I was in? That I escaped from?
I
suspect, now, that the situations that led up to my heightened
frustration that night were actually the attempts by IB's to keep me in
their world...I'm not sure but more and more it seems to be so.
But
I have nothing to compare to or base any of my ideas upon! Any and all
assistance would be more than appreciated...and I thank you in
advance!!!
And thanks for reading that whole full-length novel about just one dream...
LOL