Night of November 17th, 2011
Providenciales, Turks & Caicos
Strap yourself in, I hope I can explain this clearly. This dream was a two or three part series.
I was on my way back home to California. Everything felt so real and I was excited to be arriving. Upon my return, I was only met with bad news as two of my old friends had been declared dead. The shock vibrated through my body and I can feel the flow of tears developing.
I woke for a bit and went back to sleep.
My next connection to the astral plane continued from this story line. A group of us were going to a night club to party in the city. When we get to the door, I am shocked to see my once proclaimed deceased friend awaiting our arrival. It is here that I can now fully understand that I am dreaming.
We enter the club and it is packed with familiar and unfamiliar faces. Sifting through the crowd, I find myself watching as a person?thing? is performing what seems to be a dance ritual. His/her motions were nothing short of entrancing and the objects that surrounded her were rather intriguing. This is where I felt I needed to take action. The ritual being performed seemed very voodoo like and I did not like its essence. I ran towards the performer and wrecked the displayed artifacts that surrounded it. A loud yelp rushed through the place and the whole world transformed into a renaissance-like setting.
I bolt out of the open area and morph into a bird of prey to flee the scene. The thing pursuing is leaving a wake of destruction but can't seem to focus it's energy. I rest in a high building hanging to see the pursuer and camoflauge into the brick and adobe building. I realize that it is about that time to leave and I use my parkour skills to get into a room near the top of the building. I tap a sleeping monk and we both run together through the room of scripture writers as others follow our lead. We run into the open and all transform into birds and fly off into the sky. The flight is easy and the perspective of flying is the feeling I miss the most. The sky itself produces some color and its formation is in the shape of the greater United States.
Is it time to go home?
Friday 18 November 2011
Thursday 10 November 2011
DREAM # 5
Night of November 9, 2011
Providenciales, Turks & Caicos
A night of entertainment as I watch a really good dance show from the front row. Then, I find my room backpack and room keys. I ride the wrong elevator but enjoy the very fast ride and high destination. That's all folks.
How looney?
Providenciales, Turks & Caicos
A night of entertainment as I watch a really good dance show from the front row. Then, I find my room backpack and room keys. I ride the wrong elevator but enjoy the very fast ride and high destination. That's all folks.
How looney?
Sunday 6 November 2011
DREAM # 4
Night of November 5, 2011
Queens, New York
The stroll of the city was unique as every building was a church of a certain denomination. Although the streets were crowded with individuals, nobody was looking up at the buildings. Instead they were just focused on where they were headed.
**Insert Question Here**
Queens, New York
The stroll of the city was unique as every building was a church of a certain denomination. Although the streets were crowded with individuals, nobody was looking up at the buildings. Instead they were just focused on where they were headed.
**Insert Question Here**
Saturday 5 November 2011
DREAM #3
Night of November 4, 2011
Queens, New York
A nice, refreshing day out in the city. My lonely stroll is enjoyable as I just take the sights in. And then it hits me, I know where I am!
I know that I am in a dream so I start doing the improbable. I want to 'Hulk Out', and so I proceed to run into the middle of the street against the oncoming traffic. I patiently wait for the impact and proceed to try to punch the cars away as they approach. Trouble is they keep swerving out of the way and I cannot get a clean shot on a vehicle. I am starting to get frustrated and try running into them at a faster rate but they still dodge my Pacquaio haymakers. I get frustrated and continue on my way.
I find some open space and decide that I want to try flying. I prepare myself for ascent and slowly catch the rhythm to launch. My second try is successful and I am airborne over the small buildings. I am moving at a very slow pace but I am glad that I am flying again!
Now that I am flying, I am alerted about a criminal activity. I think, "Do I really have to help here?" Well, I proceed to see the bald assailants and they scurry away while dropping diamonds behind them.
What's next?
Queens, New York
A nice, refreshing day out in the city. My lonely stroll is enjoyable as I just take the sights in. And then it hits me, I know where I am!
I know that I am in a dream so I start doing the improbable. I want to 'Hulk Out', and so I proceed to run into the middle of the street against the oncoming traffic. I patiently wait for the impact and proceed to try to punch the cars away as they approach. Trouble is they keep swerving out of the way and I cannot get a clean shot on a vehicle. I am starting to get frustrated and try running into them at a faster rate but they still dodge my Pacquaio haymakers. I get frustrated and continue on my way.
I find some open space and decide that I want to try flying. I prepare myself for ascent and slowly catch the rhythm to launch. My second try is successful and I am airborne over the small buildings. I am moving at a very slow pace but I am glad that I am flying again!
Now that I am flying, I am alerted about a criminal activity. I think, "Do I really have to help here?" Well, I proceed to see the bald assailants and they scurry away while dropping diamonds behind them.
What's next?
Friday 4 November 2011
DREAM # 2
Night of November 3, 2011
Brooklyn, New York
I can't remember too much from this session.
I was watching TV and then went outside when something was happening. As I went outside, a huge mushroom cloud was just forming and there was an 'end of the world' feeling. Then, we all realized it was just an MTV van on fire near us. I tried to fly off with another individual but I could not support the extra weight or I couldn't fly. Either way, they were arresting the man responsible and they put out the fire. That's all I can recall.
Why couldn't I fly?
Brooklyn, New York
I can't remember too much from this session.
I was watching TV and then went outside when something was happening. As I went outside, a huge mushroom cloud was just forming and there was an 'end of the world' feeling. Then, we all realized it was just an MTV van on fire near us. I tried to fly off with another individual but I could not support the extra weight or I couldn't fly. Either way, they were arresting the man responsible and they put out the fire. That's all I can recall.
Why couldn't I fly?
Wednesday 2 November 2011
DREAM # 1
Night of November 1, 2011
New York
I dreamt of a world that is the same as this one we live in but we fought on the last line of resistance. Our community was based in a central location with all looking out for each other.
The defining element in this world was that every so often, a rift from the underworld would open and allow one to access 'hell'. Those that lived in the community were not immune to such evil as they would physically turn white and act zombielike if they were infected with this sickness. Hope was not lost because when one would turn white, you could hit them in the throat or slightly choke them to try to release the evil disease.
The sense of an impending end to the battle was at hand as those of us in the community were quickly getting infected and a plan of action to invade the underworld was being engaged. Rifts were closing faster than expected but eventually Gus and I were able to access a small pipe and entered the underworld.
Much to our surprise it was very similar to our world as we were implanted into what seemed like a subway station. We were greeted by a group of females that seemed nice and wanted us to follow where they were headed. After a short debate, we decided that they were not a part of the rebellion and proceeded upstairs to a communal gathering.
Our plan to overthrowing the evil regime turned out to be more complicated than expected because there weer no distinguishing features to discern who was good, bad, or the devil. The presence of the devil seemed to transfer as each testifier spoke to the large crowd. Our second objective of bringing people back to the revolutionary community was underway as I awoke.
What was our exit Strategy?
New York
I dreamt of a world that is the same as this one we live in but we fought on the last line of resistance. Our community was based in a central location with all looking out for each other.
The defining element in this world was that every so often, a rift from the underworld would open and allow one to access 'hell'. Those that lived in the community were not immune to such evil as they would physically turn white and act zombielike if they were infected with this sickness. Hope was not lost because when one would turn white, you could hit them in the throat or slightly choke them to try to release the evil disease.
The sense of an impending end to the battle was at hand as those of us in the community were quickly getting infected and a plan of action to invade the underworld was being engaged. Rifts were closing faster than expected but eventually Gus and I were able to access a small pipe and entered the underworld.
Much to our surprise it was very similar to our world as we were implanted into what seemed like a subway station. We were greeted by a group of females that seemed nice and wanted us to follow where they were headed. After a short debate, we decided that they were not a part of the rebellion and proceeded upstairs to a communal gathering.
Our plan to overthrowing the evil regime turned out to be more complicated than expected because there weer no distinguishing features to discern who was good, bad, or the devil. The presence of the devil seemed to transfer as each testifier spoke to the large crowd. Our second objective of bringing people back to the revolutionary community was underway as I awoke.
What was our exit Strategy?
STARTs OF DREAMING
I recently watched a documentary about a Buddhist Rinpochet and now will start writing my dreams as part of this blog... enJOY
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