09-27-2010, 12:00 AM
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Awoke in Dreaming just as I would wake up in waking; in my bed, starting a new day.
Went downstairs to begin my day and the house was empty. I found this strange, as it was not yet time for A to take R to school.
It’s been cool in the morning here and one of my first duties is to walk out into the backyard for some fresh air. I did so and found an eerie silence. Dead silence. My first ‘thought’ was, “where are all the humans?” As if this thought in and of itself created this world, I then heard a car coming down the road. As my mind wandered to other ‘normal’ waking thoughts, everything then begun to become normal.
I was suspicious of this state I was in, as there was one thing missing from this ‘reality.’ It was dusk, the crack between the worlds, and there’s usually a hoard of crickets and such greeting the new day with their sounds. Of course the minute I ‘thought’ this, the sounds arose of the crickets and birds.
At this point I knew I was Dreaming, so I figured I’d just go with it.
Testing this ‘Dream’ I decided to perform a flip, up and out of my backyard onto the street. It was my most magnificent one yet, soaring up and over the palm trees, holding a perfect 180 degree ‘upside down’ position while gently touching the tallest palm frond with the tip of my finger, then coming to rest in the street. “Ah so, I am Dreaming!” was my thought upon landing.
My Dreaming attention was strong, so figured I’d walk up the street and see what occurs. There was a woman up the road a bit, crossing to my side of the street. I looked away, then back to her, and she’d moved much further than one can in waking. This interested me, so I quickly Dreamt myself up next to her, about six feet away. (I don’t get too close to others in Dreaming.)
She was wearing the typical garb of a woman in India, and her complexion fit the profile as well. I voiced a “Hello!” and she turned to face me. I instantly knew she was not human, as her eyes were all black, with white vertical slits. From what I could tell, they were vibrating, and I had the feeling that this being was attempting to ‘locate the Intent’ of human eyes to resemble a human.
She just starred at me, then said, “Do you like my Dream?” I answered, out loud, “Oh, this is your Dream?” She then replied that yes, this was her Dream. I was feeling a bit cocky and retorted to her, “Well, if you were looking for a replicate of my waking life, why did you leave the sounds out?” She replied with a smirk on her face, “Oh, that was a little quiz to see if you were paying attention.” I then asked her the purpose of re-creating my morning doings. She simply replied that she visits at times. I then asked her if she was capable of replicating my mornings with exact details, as well as, if she was capable of replicating other Humans waking AP positions. “Certainly, we’ve been around for a very, very long time and know everyone’s patterns and behaviors.” Which of course I responded with, “Who are the ‘we’ you mention? What are you?” She only smiled, then rotated her eyes to where The ‘pupil slit’ was then horizontal and blinked. This caused a strange sensation in me, it was as if she was winking at me with both eyes.
The strange sensation was one of, or as if, she was attempting to steal away my Dreaming attention. She wanted me unawares I was Dreaming. I held on for dear life, firing up my internal dialogue and repeating to myself, “You’re Dreaming, you’re Dreaming!”
I gathered myself and broke away from her gaze. This restored me a bit. I turned to face her and blurted out, “What do you want??!?” She simply replied with, “Do you like my Dream?” I figured I’d best answer, so I agreed, telling her I liked her Dream.
I figured I’d try another question, and asked her, “Why are you here? Why are you here with me?” She half closed her eyes and with A deadly look told me that I needed to shut the fu** up. So, I did. I just stood there starring at her, figuring she’d talk if she wanted to. I once again felt good, aware of what I was doing.
She spoke once again, with something that was quite outlandish. She told me that she was the distributor of assemblage point positions to humans. ALL humans. She said there was not a single AP position that a human could move to that she was not responsible for, or that she herself did not create.
“Oh, so you’re God then, eh?” I retorted. Without an ounce of reaction or emotion she responded that she was not a creator, only a manipulator. I then stated that she had just told me that she herself had just said, ‘there was not a AP position she was not responsible for, OR THAT SHE HERSELF DID NOT CREATE.’ She then insulted me again, something about how ignorant humans are. She stated that humans don’t understand creation, and to understand that what she meant by creation was only in creating the image that arises in different AP positions.
At this point, I had so many questions that it taxed my Dreaming attention. This was so vague, yet intriguing, that I had a tough time formulating a valid question. I figured it time to go and automatically spat out, “Can I leave now?” She smiled, knowing herself in control, and didn’t say anything, just a brush off of her hand. At her movement I was whisked away, back to standing in my backyard.
I’d had enough, so I went back upstairs and re-entered my body, awaking. End of Dreaming.
Interesting, to say the least. Was she an IB? A Flyer in Dreaming? (If there’s a difference.) Something else?
Upon awakening I could hear her whispering in my ear, “We’ll meet again.”
Argh…as if I’ve not enough to do in Dreaming, now this. I’ll need to ask others I Dream with about this and am curious as to their reply.
Any thoughts?
SHM
Awoke in Dreaming just as I would wake up in waking; in my bed, starting a new day.
Went downstairs to begin my day and the house was empty. I found this strange, as it was not yet time for A to take R to school.
It’s been cool in the morning here and one of my first duties is to walk out into the backyard for some fresh air. I did so and found an eerie silence. Dead silence. My first ‘thought’ was, “where are all the humans?” As if this thought in and of itself created this world, I then heard a car coming down the road. As my mind wandered to other ‘normal’ waking thoughts, everything then begun to become normal.
I was suspicious of this state I was in, as there was one thing missing from this ‘reality.’ It was dusk, the crack between the worlds, and there’s usually a hoard of crickets and such greeting the new day with their sounds. Of course the minute I ‘thought’ this, the sounds arose of the crickets and birds.
At this point I knew I was Dreaming, so I figured I’d just go with it.
Testing this ‘Dream’ I decided to perform a flip, up and out of my backyard onto the street. It was my most magnificent one yet, soaring up and over the palm trees, holding a perfect 180 degree ‘upside down’ position while gently touching the tallest palm frond with the tip of my finger, then coming to rest in the street. “Ah so, I am Dreaming!” was my thought upon landing.
My Dreaming attention was strong, so figured I’d walk up the street and see what occurs. There was a woman up the road a bit, crossing to my side of the street. I looked away, then back to her, and she’d moved much further than one can in waking. This interested me, so I quickly Dreamt myself up next to her, about six feet away. (I don’t get too close to others in Dreaming.)
She was wearing the typical garb of a woman in India, and her complexion fit the profile as well. I voiced a “Hello!” and she turned to face me. I instantly knew she was not human, as her eyes were all black, with white vertical slits. From what I could tell, they were vibrating, and I had the feeling that this being was attempting to ‘locate the Intent’ of human eyes to resemble a human.
She just starred at me, then said, “Do you like my Dream?” I answered, out loud, “Oh, this is your Dream?” She then replied that yes, this was her Dream. I was feeling a bit cocky and retorted to her, “Well, if you were looking for a replicate of my waking life, why did you leave the sounds out?” She replied with a smirk on her face, “Oh, that was a little quiz to see if you were paying attention.” I then asked her the purpose of re-creating my morning doings. She simply replied that she visits at times. I then asked her if she was capable of replicating my mornings with exact details, as well as, if she was capable of replicating other Humans waking AP positions. “Certainly, we’ve been around for a very, very long time and know everyone’s patterns and behaviors.” Which of course I responded with, “Who are the ‘we’ you mention? What are you?” She only smiled, then rotated her eyes to where The ‘pupil slit’ was then horizontal and blinked. This caused a strange sensation in me, it was as if she was winking at me with both eyes.
The strange sensation was one of, or as if, she was attempting to steal away my Dreaming attention. She wanted me unawares I was Dreaming. I held on for dear life, firing up my internal dialogue and repeating to myself, “You’re Dreaming, you’re Dreaming!”
I gathered myself and broke away from her gaze. This restored me a bit. I turned to face her and blurted out, “What do you want??!?” She simply replied with, “Do you like my Dream?” I figured I’d best answer, so I agreed, telling her I liked her Dream.
I figured I’d try another question, and asked her, “Why are you here? Why are you here with me?” She half closed her eyes and with A deadly look told me that I needed to shut the fu** up. So, I did. I just stood there starring at her, figuring she’d talk if she wanted to. I once again felt good, aware of what I was doing.
She spoke once again, with something that was quite outlandish. She told me that she was the distributor of assemblage point positions to humans. ALL humans. She said there was not a single AP position that a human could move to that she was not responsible for, or that she herself did not create.
“Oh, so you’re God then, eh?” I retorted. Without an ounce of reaction or emotion she responded that she was not a creator, only a manipulator. I then stated that she had just told me that she herself had just said, ‘there was not a AP position she was not responsible for, OR THAT SHE HERSELF DID NOT CREATE.’ She then insulted me again, something about how ignorant humans are. She stated that humans don’t understand creation, and to understand that what she meant by creation was only in creating the image that arises in different AP positions.
At this point, I had so many questions that it taxed my Dreaming attention. This was so vague, yet intriguing, that I had a tough time formulating a valid question. I figured it time to go and automatically spat out, “Can I leave now?” She smiled, knowing herself in control, and didn’t say anything, just a brush off of her hand. At her movement I was whisked away, back to standing in my backyard.
I’d had enough, so I went back upstairs and re-entered my body, awaking. End of Dreaming.
Interesting, to say the least. Was she an IB? A Flyer in Dreaming? (If there’s a difference.) Something else?
Upon awakening I could hear her whispering in my ear, “We’ll meet again.”
Argh…as if I’ve not enough to do in Dreaming, now this. I’ll need to ask others I Dream with about this and am curious as to their reply.
Any thoughts?
SHM