Real Field of Dreams
Last night, I was stirred awake a bit. Seemed normal enough to me, it happens sometimes. But this time it was different!
I decide to open my eyes, to see what time it is, except I don't open my eyes to see my apartment ceiling ... but the open starry sky instead!
It is night here, too. The black of the sky has a very slight dark-blue to it. I can see constellations of small-dots of stars twinkling e ever so gently.
Now birds are flying over me, one at a time in a line. Most of them are carrying what I discern to be nesting material (grass, small pieces of twigs, etc.). I do not know what kind they were, but I can see their dark 3-D form above me, way above me, also black but with a slight color to them (like a hint of browns?). I say "Good evening" to them. Suddenly I realize something and say outloud to them "Please don't go to the bathroom on me!" I try to pull something over my face as a guard just in case, it is hard to pull. It is either my shirt that i am wearing or my sheet, it is hard to pull because I am wearing the shirt -OR- I am lying on my back on the sheet.
The birds do me no harm. I watch as one or two of them drop the items they carry in their mouths and wonder why they are doing that. Then I realize I should count them, but I forgot to. 3, 5, 7 of them?
But wait, I can't be outside.
I decide to investigate some more. I really hope I don't wake myself up from doing this because this is really cool!
I raise my head a bit. In front of me I see a gently rolling down-hill to a line of bare trees and beyond a house. Looking to my right I see grass and a white log falling apart. About as long as a bed and tall as my knee? I am not sure.
More investigation reveals I am lying on something soft like the (duvet?) very top bed spread from my bed, I have a single sheet wrapped around me like a mummy, and a pillow under my head.
I move a hand out from the sheet and onto the grass ... I am feeling grass! I run my fingers through it as if it were hair of Mother Earth. I find what feels like a leaf. I bring it up to my mouth, but sheets are tight in the way, but I manage it anyway. It seems like an elongated vesica Pisces shape, palm length and yellow.
OK, so far sight is here, and also touch. What about taste?
I bring the leaf up to my nose. It doesn't really smell but I catch a hint. But that's not good enough.
So I put it in my mouth, not breaking it with my teeth but rather rolling it on my tongue.
I can taste the slight bitterness of a real leaf!
Taste too?
I take the leaf out of my mouth and try to find a place to put it, store it. I am having trouble finding a pocket. I think I find one, but I am having trouble putting the leaf in there. Then I realize I should have just left it in my mouth, but I was scared I might swallow it and/or choke on it so I didn't.
As a coda, I cannot recall how the dream ended. I did not wake up with it, I had other dreams after it. Sad to tell you I have no evidence yet found from my Journey. No leaf in my pajama pocket :(
Nothing harmed me there. There was little movement but from the birds flying over me and dropping things sometimes (which seemed to float down sometimes, so there was gravity here). No wind, no clouds, and I don't think the grass was very wet either. I did not really feel the temperature. I hope the lack of colors was from it being night and that it was not because i was in LANE (Lower Astral Negative Entity) territory. I don't think I was, it had neither fear or ecstasy ... no strong emotions were elicited from me as I would think they would do if I was in their world. But that can only be a guess.
I cannot be sure if I heard anything or not, to be honest. If it was silent the silence did not bother me. I don't know where I was but it kind of reminded me of my parent's house. But I cannot be sure it was that.
***
Thai Restaurant
I am in a small Thai restaurant, in a corner with another person. At first I felt weary, I think I just came from a dream that was a bit scary (well, not scary, but more slightly ominous, a slight hint of danger from people, and I feel I ducked in here to be safe, but the feeling had not gone away yet). But it was OK.
The menu in front of me was half-the-size of a book cover. Under each menu item, under the number name and short description, was a small line of food. A small sample of what that dish would look like.
What was odd is that the samples looked 3-D!
It was a really cool and neat idea, I was fascinated by that so much I was not paying attention to what I should order :)
The waitress was already here. She asked the other people what they wanted. Then it is my turn.
She shows me another menu, this one the size of a book cover, and points to one. HOUSE FAVORITE: PUSH
She recommends me that one because she senses I want one full of taste and nutrition but not spicy.
So I order PUSH. I think that was the name of it?
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Inside A Conspiracy
Terrorist weapon to target our area to shut us up.
Nuke them before they can hurt us? Are you kidding me?
Gathering my possesions together ... what to take ... what to leave
Why do I feel rushed and impatient to leave at the same time?
If we are in a rush, why is it taking so long to get going?
A man in our party appoints himself leader.
He has connections.
He says he knows someone who can use a nuke as a distraction or defense.
He knows a man who can get us fake papers.
He knows a network to get us out of here and help us on the run.
...
How do you know all of this?
How did you get these connections?
Using a nuke that's insane!
I thought that man was dead, and did you say adoption papers?
How is there a whole network for this?
...
This man seems to know everything, he has taken control of the situation.
I don't like that he is telling us how to do things in every detail!
But he is making a point by seemingly having our safety at hand.
I am not sure what to think, he argues the logic so well
and escape and safety IS the ultimate goal.
I argue with him, but he is so calm, always has an answer.
What do I have? I have no proof, maybe I am wrong.
But why do I feel something is off about this whole thing?
Need a shower ... this is an odd place for a shower.
It is behind a /--\ wooden bar.
It is in a salon or living room.
Out in the open behind the bar.
I see the faucet with water but nothing else.
No handles to turn on cold and hot water, no special floor, no drain ....
no curtain, no towel rack, no soap or shampoo.
But this is where I am to shower.
I don't know about this ...
I can't shower yet, anyway ... a couple other people are still in the room.
I want my privacy.
Still in the room is a woman 20 years younger than me & another 11-20 years older.
(I feel guilty because a part of me wouldn't mind if the younger woman stayed but why not the older one that isn't fair I am older by as much to the younger woman as the other woman is older than me yet I don't want her to stay so obviously the younger woman isn't going to want to stay either, besides I am showering that is private to me no matter what so in the end I want both women to go)
I finally get them to leave.
But I still can't get over this odd shower, I work on using it.
I don't even really undress ... what the heek is this all about?
It is just too illogical and it breaks me from the dream.
Nuke them before they can hurt us? Are you kidding me?
Gathering my possesions together ... what to take ... what to leave
Why do I feel rushed and impatient to leave at the same time?
If we are in a rush, why is it taking so long to get going?
A man in our party appoints himself leader.
He has connections.
He says he knows someone who can use a nuke as a distraction or defense.
He knows a man who can get us fake papers.
He knows a network to get us out of here and help us on the run.
...
How do you know all of this?
How did you get these connections?
Using a nuke that's insane!
I thought that man was dead, and did you say adoption papers?
How is there a whole network for this?
...
This man seems to know everything, he has taken control of the situation.
I don't like that he is telling us how to do things in every detail!
But he is making a point by seemingly having our safety at hand.
I am not sure what to think, he argues the logic so well
and escape and safety IS the ultimate goal.
I argue with him, but he is so calm, always has an answer.
What do I have? I have no proof, maybe I am wrong.
But why do I feel something is off about this whole thing?
Need a shower ... this is an odd place for a shower.
It is behind a /--\ wooden bar.
It is in a salon or living room.
Out in the open behind the bar.
I see the faucet with water but nothing else.
No handles to turn on cold and hot water, no special floor, no drain ....
no curtain, no towel rack, no soap or shampoo.
But this is where I am to shower.
I don't know about this ...
I can't shower yet, anyway ... a couple other people are still in the room.
I want my privacy.
Still in the room is a woman 20 years younger than me & another 11-20 years older.
(I feel guilty because a part of me wouldn't mind if the younger woman stayed but why not the older one that isn't fair I am older by as much to the younger woman as the other woman is older than me yet I don't want her to stay so obviously the younger woman isn't going to want to stay either, besides I am showering that is private to me no matter what so in the end I want both women to go)
I finally get them to leave.
But I still can't get over this odd shower, I work on using it.
I don't even really undress ... what the heek is this all about?
It is just too illogical and it breaks me from the dream.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Dream Presents from a female friend!
I am in an apartment or home. Suddenly I get these presents (put through a mail slot?) and I am so excited because they are presents from a girl! yAy!
I got three presents in total:
1) I am not sure what it is because I set it aside for later. It was like a thin small hand-held device. Silvery-gray. It had a lot of buttons on it. It might have been a fancy calculator? I don't know, but it was cool!
2) A small (about the length of the hand palm and fingers) figurine! I wasn't sure what it was at first, but when I showed it to others I was sure that it was .....
Shaggy from Scooby Doo!
I thought that was cool and played with it a bit.
3) A remote-control-like (radio-control?) vehicle! It was like a futuristic hummer-tank thingie I am not sure what it was but it was really cool as well! I played with that too.
***
I showed someone like unto my dad my toys I got. I was really happy with them and just in JOY with this female friend of mine. I can't call it romantic love, but it was certainly BLISS.
My dad wasn't really concentrating (losing himself in) the toy truck, instead he wanted to point out the negatives of this friendship.
I got tired of all that noise, filling my heart with fear and doubt pushing out hte JOY, that I stopped him and got in his face to leave me alone I can handle this it's not bad it's fine!
Those are not the words I used, I forget my actual words.
***
I am not sure who this friend was. One guess was that it was Jozie.
Another was my Texas College friend.
I'm not sure ... maybe it was meant to be female friends in general.
Just as the presents were meant to be taken not as they were but as symblos metaphors for the gifts I get from my friends ^_^
I got three presents in total:
1) I am not sure what it is because I set it aside for later. It was like a thin small hand-held device. Silvery-gray. It had a lot of buttons on it. It might have been a fancy calculator? I don't know, but it was cool!
2) A small (about the length of the hand palm and fingers) figurine! I wasn't sure what it was at first, but when I showed it to others I was sure that it was .....
Shaggy from Scooby Doo!
I thought that was cool and played with it a bit.
3) A remote-control-like (radio-control?) vehicle! It was like a futuristic hummer-tank thingie I am not sure what it was but it was really cool as well! I played with that too.
***
I showed someone like unto my dad my toys I got. I was really happy with them and just in JOY with this female friend of mine. I can't call it romantic love, but it was certainly BLISS.
My dad wasn't really concentrating (losing himself in) the toy truck, instead he wanted to point out the negatives of this friendship.
I got tired of all that noise, filling my heart with fear and doubt pushing out hte JOY, that I stopped him and got in his face to leave me alone I can handle this it's not bad it's fine!
Those are not the words I used, I forget my actual words.
***
I am not sure who this friend was. One guess was that it was Jozie.
Another was my Texas College friend.
I'm not sure ... maybe it was meant to be female friends in general.
Just as the presents were meant to be taken not as they were but as symblos metaphors for the gifts I get from my friends ^_^
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Russia Gets Cocky, Gets Hit With the MI5 Defense (and other scandelous DreamZZZ)
It's going to be hard to put these into words ...
I am bedside. A man is sitting on a bed and a woman is lounging on it. She is very happy with him. He wants to just sit there and stay with her, but he has a Mission. A young girl suddenly appears and reminds him of this mission, and why it is OK to leave the pretty adoring lady. "Don't forget, you have Defense M-15!"
(for a moment i reminded of Admiral Adama as played by Lorene Greene in the original TV Series "Battle Star Galactica").
Then I feel I am watching Russia. They are being cocky. They are speaking propaganda phrases and puffing up with power and false claims of working for peace when they are planning on doing the exact opposite. Things are starting to look bleak, but then comes along "Defense M-Fifteen". I don't know what it does, but I know that is what happens, and Russia is all "oh noes!" and their plans are turned around and they make a deal so as to actually work for peace and to help their people and it inspires the rest of the world and we have peace!
But it wasn't Lorene Green, who was it really? I see this figure in a kitchen. He has been secretly poisoned by someone who does not want his Defense M-15 to ever happen. Luckily he has not taken the full dose, but a sip does him harm. He falls to the floor clutching his chest.
His son runs in just in time and attends to him. He knows just what to do and is able to save his dad in such a way that there is no lasting damage either!
Now I am looking at a kind of game-board mini-game from a computer / console game like "graphic". It is of the "good guy's" piece (looking like a triangular space ship I think?) moving from bull's eye like place to place. It waits just long enough for the "bad guy's" piece to come to his area but move just in time. Every time the enemy's piece lands right where he wants it to. Soon a pattern is made and he gets him to land on the final spot, activating "Defense em-eye-five".
******
Another dream has me arguing with a co-worker about real work. It is about a resident (who really exists) with the last name of Starbuck (who, coincidently, was a major character name in Battle Star Galactica). In real life, she expired recently. Well in the dream she wanted me to make an admitting chart for a returning admission, Starbuck! Bu I said "how can we, she's dead." She argues "no she's not, if she was she couldn't return could she, now just do the chart." But I look at the information, and I go get the expired chart, and I see they are exactly the same, it is the same person. I show her the expired chart. At first she is mad that I am wasting time and challenging her authority. But I say "please look, I am not being a jerk here, this is serious." She takes a moment to calm down and actually looks. Her eyes get big! She calls the admission office to ask why they gave her information on an expired patient, they say they didn't and confirm the information. Further more they tell us to hurry with the chart because she is here.
We have her death paper work as found in the facility and the doctor filled out the official Death Certificate, and yet here she is alive and returning to the facility from a hospital very much alive!
So, in other words, we have proof of a TSLD!
******
QUESTIONS: I have a synchronicity here. Two different kinds of dream scenarios, both with a connection to Battle Star Galactica. Why? And why did it seem more connected to the original show than the modern one? Especially since I have not seen the original in forever but have the new one full-set? But haven't watched it recently and only watched it as a disc set (not on TV) once, months and months ago!
What was that about Russia and "Defense M-15/MI5"? MI5 is the name for British Intelligence.
The I looks like a 1, so is that why i first heard "Defense M-fifteen". Does "Defense M 15" or something similar have it's own significance?
1) Well ... Israeli Defense does carry something called M15, which is a gas mask .
2) Then there is "Jose Chungs Doomsday Defense: M15" by Mark Snow -- a piece of music from TV series "Millennium".
Wouldn't it be cool to carry over evidence from one TimeLine to Another during a Shift? XD
There seemed to be important things here, but I don't know what ...
I am bedside. A man is sitting on a bed and a woman is lounging on it. She is very happy with him. He wants to just sit there and stay with her, but he has a Mission. A young girl suddenly appears and reminds him of this mission, and why it is OK to leave the pretty adoring lady. "Don't forget, you have Defense M-15!"
(for a moment i reminded of Admiral Adama as played by Lorene Greene in the original TV Series "Battle Star Galactica").
Then I feel I am watching Russia. They are being cocky. They are speaking propaganda phrases and puffing up with power and false claims of working for peace when they are planning on doing the exact opposite. Things are starting to look bleak, but then comes along "Defense M-Fifteen". I don't know what it does, but I know that is what happens, and Russia is all "oh noes!" and their plans are turned around and they make a deal so as to actually work for peace and to help their people and it inspires the rest of the world and we have peace!
But it wasn't Lorene Green, who was it really? I see this figure in a kitchen. He has been secretly poisoned by someone who does not want his Defense M-15 to ever happen. Luckily he has not taken the full dose, but a sip does him harm. He falls to the floor clutching his chest.
His son runs in just in time and attends to him. He knows just what to do and is able to save his dad in such a way that there is no lasting damage either!
Now I am looking at a kind of game-board mini-game from a computer / console game like "graphic". It is of the "good guy's" piece (looking like a triangular space ship I think?) moving from bull's eye like place to place. It waits just long enough for the "bad guy's" piece to come to his area but move just in time. Every time the enemy's piece lands right where he wants it to. Soon a pattern is made and he gets him to land on the final spot, activating "Defense em-eye-five".
******
Another dream has me arguing with a co-worker about real work. It is about a resident (who really exists) with the last name of Starbuck (who, coincidently, was a major character name in Battle Star Galactica). In real life, she expired recently. Well in the dream she wanted me to make an admitting chart for a returning admission, Starbuck! Bu I said "how can we, she's dead." She argues "no she's not, if she was she couldn't return could she, now just do the chart." But I look at the information, and I go get the expired chart, and I see they are exactly the same, it is the same person. I show her the expired chart. At first she is mad that I am wasting time and challenging her authority. But I say "please look, I am not being a jerk here, this is serious." She takes a moment to calm down and actually looks. Her eyes get big! She calls the admission office to ask why they gave her information on an expired patient, they say they didn't and confirm the information. Further more they tell us to hurry with the chart because she is here.
We have her death paper work as found in the facility and the doctor filled out the official Death Certificate, and yet here she is alive and returning to the facility from a hospital very much alive!
So, in other words, we have proof of a TSLD!
******
QUESTIONS: I have a synchronicity here. Two different kinds of dream scenarios, both with a connection to Battle Star Galactica. Why? And why did it seem more connected to the original show than the modern one? Especially since I have not seen the original in forever but have the new one full-set? But haven't watched it recently and only watched it as a disc set (not on TV) once, months and months ago!
What was that about Russia and "Defense M-15/MI5"? MI5 is the name for British Intelligence.
The I looks like a 1, so is that why i first heard "Defense M-fifteen". Does "Defense M 15" or something similar have it's own significance?
1) Well ... Israeli Defense does carry something called M15, which is a gas mask .
2) Then there is "Jose Chungs Doomsday Defense: M15" by Mark Snow -- a piece of music from TV series "Millennium".
Wouldn't it be cool to carry over evidence from one TimeLine to Another during a Shift? XD
There seemed to be important things here, but I don't know what ...
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Why I'm Not Going Home For Christmas
I start to stir awake. My mom peaks around the door to tell me I am keeping my dad waiting and how rude that is. But I am so tired so I am having a lot of trouble trying to get up. And ...
wait a minute! My mom ... my dad? Why are they in my apartment?
I get up (whilst still in bed) so I can look out the window behind me. I am on the second floor (my apartment window is at ground level) and I see the trees and the creek and everything that makes me realize that I am NOT in my apartment, I am instead at my parents house.
I feel confused and trapped. How can I get out of here? How did I get here question is not as important as how do I get out.
My dad appears at the door and at first he walks in as if nothing was wrong. But then he has closed the door and has me sitting across from him. He is in a higher chair than mine, but I am able to make my chair even with his. I could have made it higher, but I didn't want to. Even with his was fine enough. He smirked at that but then tried to pretend it didn't bother him, or that I was clever enough to figure that out on my own ... or that it happened at all.
The conversation is one-sided. It is banal and all about him. He doesn't ask a single thing about me, what I am going through, because everything he talks about turns back to being about himself.
I ask him follow up questions, which he is very pleased to answer. Then I tell him a quick note about myself. But I get no follow-up questions or much reaction from him, when I got the very opposite when we were talking about him.
I point this out to him. He says it doesn't matter, it is always about him, forever. He shakes his head in agreement with himself and makes a motion with his head for me to look behind me. I do and see my mom also shaking her head, but she has an overlay transparency of my dad's face on top of hers that is barely discernible. Then I see my sister and brother do the same. Then my uncles, aunts, cousins, nieces and so on start to protest but then come within sight of my dad and they stop mid-sentence, shake their heads along with him, and a transparent overlay floats closer to their faces.
I start to get terrified. But instead I say "I don't care how many people you brain-wash the person you most need to manipulate will never give up his true destiny. I will never give up completely. I pity you for trying to change everybody else so that you do not have to change, and you HAVE to change, but you won't. It's worse because you then brain-wash everybody else to follow you like you are a cult leader or something! You can have a small comfort in knowing that even though you have failed with me, I have also failed with you. But the difference is that your failure is a good thing and mine is not."
He returns: "I have you! You are going to come home this Christmas, period! I am tired of your willfulness!"
"It is not my willfulness that is the problem here, it is yours. Let down your lying eyes so you can see things as they truly are. Face your fears by facing reality not with your logical brain but with your heart. You are a living dead because your heart is dead."
Then I like saw my heart and was able to leave .... I can't describe it correctly.
This dream report is part real dream and part addition as I write it. I feel this is part of the "story" so I can do it this time, but I wanted to add that disclaimer.
What do I remember? My mom coming in and out, realizing I was at their house instead of my apartment, wanting to find a way to get the hell out of there, being stopped by my dad before I can even leave my bedroom, the conversation starting out calm then I stated my Power. I walk out but my mom tries to stop me for my dad, and other hands that I sense are my other family members, and they all feel like my dad's. I start to panic and give in to terror, but then I imagine the voices of my online friends and some co-workers (I guess, maybe they were angels) and they are under the surface of the noise. Then I follow their advice and look in my heart, there I see the truth, and I am able to let that dream fade away. But the end is kind of vague.
Anyways, it helped me feel less guilty for not going home for Christmas. It would just be another fake guilt-trip awkward brain-washing-session. A lie, not love. False peace. I would be surrounded and out-numbered and still not seen as me, still not able to just be. I would have had to smile and nod and pretend. I would have had to stay just long enough, but make up a story that I had other Christmases to attend to.
So, instead of all that mess, I am staying alone in my apartment.
But it's OK :) I am better being me, I can lift spirits and be a WaySeeker and hopefully also a WayShower! That would be cool. Not MY way (I will follow that myself), but your way. Helping you help yourself guide yourself from your own heart. Just, amplifying that still small voice.
i don't know how to describe it correctly ...
It is a work in progress.
No regrets, no making my heart heavier.
wait a minute! My mom ... my dad? Why are they in my apartment?
I get up (whilst still in bed) so I can look out the window behind me. I am on the second floor (my apartment window is at ground level) and I see the trees and the creek and everything that makes me realize that I am NOT in my apartment, I am instead at my parents house.
I feel confused and trapped. How can I get out of here? How did I get here question is not as important as how do I get out.
My dad appears at the door and at first he walks in as if nothing was wrong. But then he has closed the door and has me sitting across from him. He is in a higher chair than mine, but I am able to make my chair even with his. I could have made it higher, but I didn't want to. Even with his was fine enough. He smirked at that but then tried to pretend it didn't bother him, or that I was clever enough to figure that out on my own ... or that it happened at all.
The conversation is one-sided. It is banal and all about him. He doesn't ask a single thing about me, what I am going through, because everything he talks about turns back to being about himself.
I ask him follow up questions, which he is very pleased to answer. Then I tell him a quick note about myself. But I get no follow-up questions or much reaction from him, when I got the very opposite when we were talking about him.
I point this out to him. He says it doesn't matter, it is always about him, forever. He shakes his head in agreement with himself and makes a motion with his head for me to look behind me. I do and see my mom also shaking her head, but she has an overlay transparency of my dad's face on top of hers that is barely discernible. Then I see my sister and brother do the same. Then my uncles, aunts, cousins, nieces and so on start to protest but then come within sight of my dad and they stop mid-sentence, shake their heads along with him, and a transparent overlay floats closer to their faces.
I start to get terrified. But instead I say "I don't care how many people you brain-wash the person you most need to manipulate will never give up his true destiny. I will never give up completely. I pity you for trying to change everybody else so that you do not have to change, and you HAVE to change, but you won't. It's worse because you then brain-wash everybody else to follow you like you are a cult leader or something! You can have a small comfort in knowing that even though you have failed with me, I have also failed with you. But the difference is that your failure is a good thing and mine is not."
He returns: "I have you! You are going to come home this Christmas, period! I am tired of your willfulness!"
"It is not my willfulness that is the problem here, it is yours. Let down your lying eyes so you can see things as they truly are. Face your fears by facing reality not with your logical brain but with your heart. You are a living dead because your heart is dead."
Then I like saw my heart and was able to leave .... I can't describe it correctly.
This dream report is part real dream and part addition as I write it. I feel this is part of the "story" so I can do it this time, but I wanted to add that disclaimer.
What do I remember? My mom coming in and out, realizing I was at their house instead of my apartment, wanting to find a way to get the hell out of there, being stopped by my dad before I can even leave my bedroom, the conversation starting out calm then I stated my Power. I walk out but my mom tries to stop me for my dad, and other hands that I sense are my other family members, and they all feel like my dad's. I start to panic and give in to terror, but then I imagine the voices of my online friends and some co-workers (I guess, maybe they were angels) and they are under the surface of the noise. Then I follow their advice and look in my heart, there I see the truth, and I am able to let that dream fade away. But the end is kind of vague.
Anyways, it helped me feel less guilty for not going home for Christmas. It would just be another fake guilt-trip awkward brain-washing-session. A lie, not love. False peace. I would be surrounded and out-numbered and still not seen as me, still not able to just be. I would have had to smile and nod and pretend. I would have had to stay just long enough, but make up a story that I had other Christmases to attend to.
So, instead of all that mess, I am staying alone in my apartment.
But it's OK :) I am better being me, I can lift spirits and be a WaySeeker and hopefully also a WayShower! That would be cool. Not MY way (I will follow that myself), but your way. Helping you help yourself guide yourself from your own heart. Just, amplifying that still small voice.
i don't know how to describe it correctly ...
It is a work in progress.
No regrets, no making my heart heavier.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
She seductively says, "Can you help me to remove this hearing aide?"
I am in a room. Hotel room? Apartment? A woman has just walked out, I close the door after her, lost in her world ... when I realize I've walked off and left the door open.
I go over to lock it when someone is just outside realizes it is unlocked. I close and lock that door just in time, and I close a second door that is directly in front of the other. That way no one can force the door open, shoot through it, or anything.
-phew-
Next scene I am on a bed with white sheets. Mattress cover but we are not covered with sheets. We are in bed clothes.
We?
I am pretty far apart from this young looking (mid-late 20's?) athletic woman who either has brunette or blonde hair, I can't really tell in the dream. She is white and pretty. I feel we are friends, we have known each other for awhile before this scene.
Still I am a little nervous around her.
Nevertheless ... there are fade-cuts that bring us both moving across the bed to meet in the middle until we are right next to each other.
She wants a hug, she is depressed and stressed.
How do you hug when both parties are lying in bed too tired to get up? -- I think in the dream.
I know ... that's dream logic for you! lol
Anyway I hold her in my arms, and we very quickly fall asleep at the same time and wake up together in pretty much the same position.
I am a little embarrassed now. Maybe I thought we could only be friends, but this feels too good, and I don't want to ruin anything?
"What?" she asks.
"Nothing" I deflect.
"I have never slept so soundly before, nor woken up so refreshed."
"Me neither!" I admit before I can stop myself.
"Maybe we need to fall asleep hugging more often!"
I just have a nervous laughter.
"You blushed!"
"I don't think so!"
"You DID! Your cheeks turned red as a radish! Radish cheek! (she pokes my left cheek) Radish cheek (she pokes my right cheek)!"
"Heh!"
"I hate to say this, but you need to let me go so I can go to the bathroom."
I let her go, smiling at her, she smiles back. She gets up and goes to the bathroom.
"Come on in with me, it's OK. I need your help."
I thought she wanted to brush her teeth and I wanted to brush mine.
But when I stand in the doorway, she gets down on her knees, then moves her hips to the side to support herself with one hand. She uses the other hand to beckon me to come down to her level, so I do.
That is when she says "I need you to help me to remove this hearing aide."
Huh? What does that mean?
But then there is a jump and I realize the door is open a crack and I have to get up and rush over to secure it.
What happens now is an almost exact scene at the door as before. Strange.
So ... any guesses what her last words mean?
I go over to lock it when someone is just outside realizes it is unlocked. I close and lock that door just in time, and I close a second door that is directly in front of the other. That way no one can force the door open, shoot through it, or anything.
-phew-
Next scene I am on a bed with white sheets. Mattress cover but we are not covered with sheets. We are in bed clothes.
We?
I am pretty far apart from this young looking (mid-late 20's?) athletic woman who either has brunette or blonde hair, I can't really tell in the dream. She is white and pretty. I feel we are friends, we have known each other for awhile before this scene.
Still I am a little nervous around her.
Nevertheless ... there are fade-cuts that bring us both moving across the bed to meet in the middle until we are right next to each other.
She wants a hug, she is depressed and stressed.
How do you hug when both parties are lying in bed too tired to get up? -- I think in the dream.
I know ... that's dream logic for you! lol
Anyway I hold her in my arms, and we very quickly fall asleep at the same time and wake up together in pretty much the same position.
I am a little embarrassed now. Maybe I thought we could only be friends, but this feels too good, and I don't want to ruin anything?
"What?" she asks.
"Nothing" I deflect.
"I have never slept so soundly before, nor woken up so refreshed."
"Me neither!" I admit before I can stop myself.
"Maybe we need to fall asleep hugging more often!"
I just have a nervous laughter.
"You blushed!"
"I don't think so!"
"You DID! Your cheeks turned red as a radish! Radish cheek! (she pokes my left cheek) Radish cheek (she pokes my right cheek)!"
"Heh!"
"I hate to say this, but you need to let me go so I can go to the bathroom."
I let her go, smiling at her, she smiles back. She gets up and goes to the bathroom.
"Come on in with me, it's OK. I need your help."
I thought she wanted to brush her teeth and I wanted to brush mine.
But when I stand in the doorway, she gets down on her knees, then moves her hips to the side to support herself with one hand. She uses the other hand to beckon me to come down to her level, so I do.
That is when she says "I need you to help me to remove this hearing aide."
Huh? What does that mean?
But then there is a jump and I realize the door is open a crack and I have to get up and rush over to secure it.
What happens now is an almost exact scene at the door as before. Strange.
So ... any guesses what her last words mean?
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Shoes Well
Later I have one where I am with a group in a bookstore, all bright and full of stuff and everybody having a great time. My group leaves and I tag along behind, and one of them drops their silver bulbous cell phone and it makes such a clatter but they just keep going, how could they have missed all that echoing noise on the stairwell as we go down stairs?
So, I pick it up and try to chase them down, telling them they dropped their phone. I see them disappear around a corner on the stairs going down every time. I open the phone as I am going one time, curious as to it's odd shape. Experimentally, I put it to my face, and it seems to move to fit my face! It is very comfortable and it can now be hands free. But it's not mine so I quickly take it off and fold it back together.
I finally catch them up when we are at the bottom and I see them going up this grand wide staircase going straight up. I mean, a city bus, a 16 wheeler, could easily fit sideways on this stair case with plenty of room to spare!
I finally cause them to stop and turn around. I hold up the phone, waving it, telling them they dropped their phone. One of them makes a "d'oh!" motion, laughing and the group laughs with him, and he waves me up. But then the dream changes to something else.
I am not sure what, but I am in a building open to a common docking area with many other businesses. I help the delivery guy to come in and he starts talking to this girl, who I know is married, but I let them talk and hide. I have to bend under a wire like electrical cord. I move around rows of 3 foot tall bookshelves. He doesn't notice my hiding.
Later I go back outside and find myself next to a bunch of boxes piled there, Some of them have been opened. On top of the boxes I see shoes, all kinds, some sneakers some hiking boots. I get closer to inspect them, when I hear something coming from one of the businesses and see a couple people come out.
So I back away from the shoes. I don't want them to think I was going to steal them or anything.
So, I pick it up and try to chase them down, telling them they dropped their phone. I see them disappear around a corner on the stairs going down every time. I open the phone as I am going one time, curious as to it's odd shape. Experimentally, I put it to my face, and it seems to move to fit my face! It is very comfortable and it can now be hands free. But it's not mine so I quickly take it off and fold it back together.
I finally catch them up when we are at the bottom and I see them going up this grand wide staircase going straight up. I mean, a city bus, a 16 wheeler, could easily fit sideways on this stair case with plenty of room to spare!
I finally cause them to stop and turn around. I hold up the phone, waving it, telling them they dropped their phone. One of them makes a "d'oh!" motion, laughing and the group laughs with him, and he waves me up. But then the dream changes to something else.
I am not sure what, but I am in a building open to a common docking area with many other businesses. I help the delivery guy to come in and he starts talking to this girl, who I know is married, but I let them talk and hide. I have to bend under a wire like electrical cord. I move around rows of 3 foot tall bookshelves. He doesn't notice my hiding.
Later I go back outside and find myself next to a bunch of boxes piled there, Some of them have been opened. On top of the boxes I see shoes, all kinds, some sneakers some hiking boots. I get closer to inspect them, when I hear something coming from one of the businesses and see a couple people come out.
So I back away from the shoes. I don't want them to think I was going to steal them or anything.
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