I am in and out of sleep in this dream, I even have another dream in-between this one. Yup, I am dreaming inside a dream .... OK o_O
The dream inside the dream was nothing much. It was like a story/TV Twilight Zone idea. I, this guy, is talking to his superior. He doesn't know about this latest job, and wants to not do it, take his vacation early. The supervisor says he can do it, he's been doing it for years, he is his best man, it is too late to find someone else to do it, he can do it! After this one he promises the guy will have his vacation, and a long one if needed, he has certainly earned it. And a promotion and a raise! So, what does this guy do? Well, eventually we find him saying he doesn't want to kill this person. So, a hit-man? No, it turns out he is a kind of Grim Reaper. The question is, why is this one different, and will he or won't he?
OKAY AND NOW FOR THE DRAM PROPER:
There is someone inside the apartment waiting for me to help them, but I am not waking up. Well, I am but going back to sleep. At first I think it is this one person (forget), but then it turns out to be this guy. Like a kind of ....client? I am not sure what he expects from me. He is being patient, I think, time is different when you are half asleep. Anyway, I am worried he is going to force me ot get out of bed, but it is so hot I am nude, so ... don't! :D
Anyway he leaves after calling for someone for a pickup, says he understands. I get up, look for my bathrobe, kinda panic, there it is! But then I look to be sure (in the dark barely penetrated by the light) to see if anything is missing. No, everything seems to be still here, yAy!
But HE has left some items (They were not there, then they started appearing .... dream logic, ladies and gentlemen!)
Anyways, I gather all his stuff, I even get help but I forget from who, maybe 2 people a male and a female. And I rush out with a bag to hold it all in finally. As I am walking the paths in the dark I try to follow ones to a major street, figuring he would wait for his pick up there. As I am traveling one way, I see a strange assortment of animals. One is a bear like creature with a light brown front half and a dark brown back half .. not going that way. Then I go the other way and this complex has NICE GROUNDS. But strange menagerie. Like when I get to the road and do not see him and give it up as a bad job and go back home, on the hill are big cats, and in the pathway I come across giant anteaters and other odd animals!
None of them mind me, they seem tame or at least not wanting to other me or run away, curious is all, unless that is their way of saying hello :P
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Friday, May 29, 2015
A Good Illustration of My Bad Parents
I go outside on a nice day, I am playing with someone maybe my sister? One thing we do is kick a ball back and forth. Just playing outside ... relaxing, getting exercise. But my mom is outside, too. Watering? She quickly tries to make innuendos in the form of three questions, each one more poisonous than the last. She is accusing me of using up her spices on her flowers! She is upset I am wasting her spices and trying to harm her flowers.
At first I am confused and try to figure out what she is talking about. This only gets her accusing me more, as if I am lying/denying.
Then once I kind of figure out what the heck she is talking about, I tell her I didn't do it. Again, I must be lying there is no reality where i did not do it. She ads to this by saying she KNOWS I did it, she set up traps and i fell into every one. (this part is new, I don't remember her saying it this way in reality, but it doesn't surprise me. More symbolic and possibly what she was doing). My mom is sure I am the wrong doer, and I must be punished! SHE IS WRATH, she starts to come over and I know she is going to hit me.
Right then, my dad comes out and says he put the spices on the flowers. They seemed to be too wet and he was using the spices to dry them up. "Ok!" says my mom and turns back to her watering, content. Firstly, neither my dad or anybody came to my defense against my mother. But I can see why I dreamed it this way. Because it illustrates the dynamic between my father and the rest of my family.
When I was the sole suspect, I was a terrible person and I was going to PAY! But as soon as my dad says he did it, it was the right thing to do and it is not questioned, it is simply accepted as reality. No curses, no threats, no questioning, no follow up. Simply acceptance. Acquiescing.
***
This upset me, does nobody else actually care or understand how words and emotions can harm others? It is if they are blinded to what emotions actually do! They either have no self control (mom) or use words as weapons of persuasion your emotions do not go on his radar (dad). I almost woke up, but instead I had more dreams. This next one closely follows the first. I am sleeping at home, and I wake up one day with a start. WHY AM I STILL IN THIS SLAVE HOME? I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE, WHY AM I STILL HERE? So, the quest is on for ... my shoes. :) They are like ADIDAS, they have those upside down Nike Swoosh. They are white on black running shoes. I have to be sneaky to find my sneakers, for if my dad finds out he will talk me out of them.
I find them and I start to put them on but, my dad walks into the room. All nonchalant. He is talking about his creative ideas for work and ... I find myself in another room dusting without my shoes on. What the heck? He finally leaves and I see my shoes are right there in the middle of the room, mocking me, daring me to put them on. So, I am finally able to break away from using the cloth and lemon spray on the wood to go put my shoes on. But no sooner do I have them tied but my dad's voice comes from somewhere asking if I remembered to ... and I am washing windows in another room while my dad is getting a bunch of my family to clean and do other things as well. With minimal effort, they just stop whatever they were doing and do as he says!
I gather my strength and yell, "ENOUGH!" My dad flinches but he covers it up quickly by pretending what I said matters not. He says a few words and the family (brother, sister, sister-in-law, uncles, aunts, cousins, etc.) shake their head at me and just keep on doing whatever he says. I throw down my rag and I walk out. I gather my strength again and say, "Until we can have a conversation where there are actually not just your ideas, dad; what is the point of talking? My will is not bad, it is just different and my own. But, no. Only your will exists. Is there so little room for others, what is it that you really fear that you need so much control?" As I go out the front door, I hear them all say in unison "Just do as he says, he is only doing this because he loves you." I am stopped cold, a shiver runs down my spine, I have one foot out the door and one foot in, and I am frozen like this. Trapped between freedom and slavery ... forever.
And I wake up with this thought rolling in my head ... on a Friday. yAy!
At first I am confused and try to figure out what she is talking about. This only gets her accusing me more, as if I am lying/denying.
Then once I kind of figure out what the heck she is talking about, I tell her I didn't do it. Again, I must be lying there is no reality where i did not do it. She ads to this by saying she KNOWS I did it, she set up traps and i fell into every one. (this part is new, I don't remember her saying it this way in reality, but it doesn't surprise me. More symbolic and possibly what she was doing). My mom is sure I am the wrong doer, and I must be punished! SHE IS WRATH, she starts to come over and I know she is going to hit me.
Right then, my dad comes out and says he put the spices on the flowers. They seemed to be too wet and he was using the spices to dry them up. "Ok!" says my mom and turns back to her watering, content. Firstly, neither my dad or anybody came to my defense against my mother. But I can see why I dreamed it this way. Because it illustrates the dynamic between my father and the rest of my family.
When I was the sole suspect, I was a terrible person and I was going to PAY! But as soon as my dad says he did it, it was the right thing to do and it is not questioned, it is simply accepted as reality. No curses, no threats, no questioning, no follow up. Simply acceptance. Acquiescing.
***
This upset me, does nobody else actually care or understand how words and emotions can harm others? It is if they are blinded to what emotions actually do! They either have no self control (mom) or use words as weapons of persuasion your emotions do not go on his radar (dad). I almost woke up, but instead I had more dreams. This next one closely follows the first. I am sleeping at home, and I wake up one day with a start. WHY AM I STILL IN THIS SLAVE HOME? I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE, WHY AM I STILL HERE? So, the quest is on for ... my shoes. :) They are like ADIDAS, they have those upside down Nike Swoosh. They are white on black running shoes. I have to be sneaky to find my sneakers, for if my dad finds out he will talk me out of them.
I find them and I start to put them on but, my dad walks into the room. All nonchalant. He is talking about his creative ideas for work and ... I find myself in another room dusting without my shoes on. What the heck? He finally leaves and I see my shoes are right there in the middle of the room, mocking me, daring me to put them on. So, I am finally able to break away from using the cloth and lemon spray on the wood to go put my shoes on. But no sooner do I have them tied but my dad's voice comes from somewhere asking if I remembered to ... and I am washing windows in another room while my dad is getting a bunch of my family to clean and do other things as well. With minimal effort, they just stop whatever they were doing and do as he says!
I gather my strength and yell, "ENOUGH!" My dad flinches but he covers it up quickly by pretending what I said matters not. He says a few words and the family (brother, sister, sister-in-law, uncles, aunts, cousins, etc.) shake their head at me and just keep on doing whatever he says. I throw down my rag and I walk out. I gather my strength again and say, "Until we can have a conversation where there are actually not just your ideas, dad; what is the point of talking? My will is not bad, it is just different and my own. But, no. Only your will exists. Is there so little room for others, what is it that you really fear that you need so much control?" As I go out the front door, I hear them all say in unison "Just do as he says, he is only doing this because he loves you." I am stopped cold, a shiver runs down my spine, I have one foot out the door and one foot in, and I am frozen like this. Trapped between freedom and slavery ... forever.
And I wake up with this thought rolling in my head ... on a Friday. yAy!
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
The Wrong Backpack
The Wrong Backpack
This was like a chain-dream. I don't clearly recall the intro, but I think I was in a car that kept getting slower and slower.
Then I am walking up hill. It is a grassy hill and a bright sunny day. I run into crowds of people. Which is fine. But now I am slowing down as I walk to my destination at the top of the hill, odd and getting frustrating.
I forget what they were doing. Discussing, some kind of play, things like that?
So, I FINALLY get to my destination, and it is a bunch of people sitting down. It is a class. So, I sit down with them. I think it started without me, but whatever I did my best I could to get here when I did.
Sometimes it feels like I am inside .... I never feel the ground.
A paperback book is being passed around, small, thin, can't be 100 pages? It has a darkly multicolored front. Maybe a painting of a group of people?
It is time to go. I look around for my backpack to put the book away and see what comes next. My backpack is forest green. I think I find it, and it seems like mine, but the zippers seem a little different. Open too far along the side. But I don't see any others near me.
I try to hurry this up because my two friends (both male, one tall like 6' 5"? The other my height or a tad shorter) have already gotten up and are talking with each other and so just assume I am right behind. So I rush through. I never did find out what I am to do next.
***
But as I am walking I lose track of them in a maze of hallways. Soon I see a tall thin younger fair headed guy, and I know he has my backpack. I try to get his attention via voice. I try waving my hand in his vision. I try tapping him on the shoulder. I FINALLY get his attention. I tell him I think we have the each other's backpacks.
He says something like "uh huh" totally nonchalant, and turns back around. This time I have to grab his shoulder to get his attention again! I have to be more firm. I am more insistent that we have to switch backpacks. He doesn't seem to get it, but finally we get the exchange made. That was aggravating. How can he be so cold? Does he not understand my emotions, I am making them very clear, just "milding" them with polite kindness is all.
OK, so I have my backpack now, and now ... what to do? I decide to look for my friends and for food. I go looking for my friends in a maze of hallways. Just finding them, just missing them again. I am feeling confused, overwhelmed.
The find me eventually. I tell them about the backpack debacle. They are upset with the dude and so they want me to describe him. I give a vague description. They want his name. I don't know his name. You didn't get his name, tsk tsk. Ugh, who cares!
So I leave my friends to just go get something to eat, get SOMETHING done. They aren't doing anything productive or fun. But ... where am I? Stupid maze hallways! But I get my bearings...(oh, as I was coming this way, I ran into a delivery person also trying to get up the stairs, but the stairs were full of stacks of boxes. We were both annoyed at this because ti slowed us down and why put a hazard on stairs!) So, I find the turn to those stairs but I end up in someone's room. A family is busy moving stuff around. Moving in, out, cleaning, something else? I apologize and go back out and in another door, but this door leads into the same place but the bathroom this time instead of the living room How odd that a room from the hall would go into the bathroom!
So, that is impolitely awkward. I talk to the family a bit.
But the rest is a blur. I think I make it outside. Or this was earlier in between stuff. But I start to walk in a crowd in day light to get to a nearby place to eat. My feet start hurting and I realize I am not wearing proper shoes for a long walk. But they will just have to do.
This was like a chain-dream. I don't clearly recall the intro, but I think I was in a car that kept getting slower and slower.
Then I am walking up hill. It is a grassy hill and a bright sunny day. I run into crowds of people. Which is fine. But now I am slowing down as I walk to my destination at the top of the hill, odd and getting frustrating.
I forget what they were doing. Discussing, some kind of play, things like that?
So, I FINALLY get to my destination, and it is a bunch of people sitting down. It is a class. So, I sit down with them. I think it started without me, but whatever I did my best I could to get here when I did.
Sometimes it feels like I am inside .... I never feel the ground.
A paperback book is being passed around, small, thin, can't be 100 pages? It has a darkly multicolored front. Maybe a painting of a group of people?
It is time to go. I look around for my backpack to put the book away and see what comes next. My backpack is forest green. I think I find it, and it seems like mine, but the zippers seem a little different. Open too far along the side. But I don't see any others near me.
I try to hurry this up because my two friends (both male, one tall like 6' 5"? The other my height or a tad shorter) have already gotten up and are talking with each other and so just assume I am right behind. So I rush through. I never did find out what I am to do next.
***
But as I am walking I lose track of them in a maze of hallways. Soon I see a tall thin younger fair headed guy, and I know he has my backpack. I try to get his attention via voice. I try waving my hand in his vision. I try tapping him on the shoulder. I FINALLY get his attention. I tell him I think we have the each other's backpacks.
He says something like "uh huh" totally nonchalant, and turns back around. This time I have to grab his shoulder to get his attention again! I have to be more firm. I am more insistent that we have to switch backpacks. He doesn't seem to get it, but finally we get the exchange made. That was aggravating. How can he be so cold? Does he not understand my emotions, I am making them very clear, just "milding" them with polite kindness is all.
OK, so I have my backpack now, and now ... what to do? I decide to look for my friends and for food. I go looking for my friends in a maze of hallways. Just finding them, just missing them again. I am feeling confused, overwhelmed.
The find me eventually. I tell them about the backpack debacle. They are upset with the dude and so they want me to describe him. I give a vague description. They want his name. I don't know his name. You didn't get his name, tsk tsk. Ugh, who cares!
So I leave my friends to just go get something to eat, get SOMETHING done. They aren't doing anything productive or fun. But ... where am I? Stupid maze hallways! But I get my bearings...(oh, as I was coming this way, I ran into a delivery person also trying to get up the stairs, but the stairs were full of stacks of boxes. We were both annoyed at this because ti slowed us down and why put a hazard on stairs!) So, I find the turn to those stairs but I end up in someone's room. A family is busy moving stuff around. Moving in, out, cleaning, something else? I apologize and go back out and in another door, but this door leads into the same place but the bathroom this time instead of the living room How odd that a room from the hall would go into the bathroom!
So, that is impolitely awkward. I talk to the family a bit.
But the rest is a blur. I think I make it outside. Or this was earlier in between stuff. But I start to walk in a crowd in day light to get to a nearby place to eat. My feet start hurting and I realize I am not wearing proper shoes for a long walk. But they will just have to do.
Friday, December 26, 2014
Return of the Lucid Dream: House of the Many Doors, Rude Awakening, CarCycleRoomOfMysteryFaire
Lucid Dream #1: The House of the Many, Many Doors.
My throat is parched and I'm restless, I decide to get up and go try to get a couple sips of water, SO worth the effort!
I get out of bed and open and close the bedroom door behind me. As I start down the stairs, I become AWARE I am not where i went to sleep. So, I decide to stop and purposefully explore, see what is really here.
I reach down and look at the carpet. It is a brownish-reddish dark colours running together floral pattern kind of thing. browns, reds, saffrons all dark and no color stands out. I feel it, it feels nice and soft for the feet and spine etc. :)
I feel the annoying roughness of stucco on the wall. A dull dirty white or washed out light brown.
I look down at the landing ... I've never seen so many doors! In a kind of angled concave semi-circle there are seven doors at the landing. I try them, none of them open, but I feel like the middle one does open, if I can only figure it out. But instead of being calm I get frustrated and WANT OUT and the dream ends.
Great, real life invades my dreams!
*****
Lucid Dream #2: Rude Awakening (with special guest stars, my dad and brother!)
I am trying to sleep in a little. I could sleep in another 1-2 hours! My dad wants to GET ME UP AND OUT OF BED but my brother is running interference so I can sleep. I can still hear my dad ranting and raving, but he never gets in my room or to the door. This aggravates me so I can only get a light sleep.
I give up and bang my hand on the wall and ... it is a strange wall! It is clear plastic with what looks like water running through it! I want to think it is normal, but I am lucid again so I investigate it.
But I get yelled at to get a move on so I throw on some clothes after using some kind of stick on my skin and run downstairs to see what all the commotion is. My dad wants me to go, now, I am going to be late. My brother just shakes his head. "Take a moment and think, what day is this for him?" My brother says. My dad says "His day is my day." My brother: "No, your day is your day, his day is his day. What day is this for him?" My dad just glares for a moment, silent then says "FINE" through his teeth and storms off. "Go on back to bed if you want, you don't have to go anywhere today." says my brother. But it is too late and I'm already awake. Now I have to figure out what I want to do today!
*****
Lucid Dream #3: Car to cycle riding through a Mystery Faire
I get a similar rude awakening, but this time it is from a woman. I never see her, only hear her. So, I get up and rush out the door and into a car. I am on a road .. until I"m not. I am suddenly following an SUV on a rocky trail through the woods? How did I miss my turn? I can hear them and they also wonder the same thing. I follow them to get back to the road, and then ...
I end up on a bicycle or tricycle thing riding from the outside to inside. Inside are spacious rooms that are connected with no doors. It is kind of like a school fair or ...something. Amateur or simply relaxed? I grab a snack that has something on a stick that then has popcorn on the outside of it! It is so delicious!! It is attached with a brown sugar crunchy caramel. I can TASTE it, in the dream!
Which is when I wake up, of course! I didn't even get to fully explore this faire, it seemed to have a lot of fun and edutainment as well, I could have learned a lot! Of course I wake up instead. Sigh, I can't escape my curse even in the dream world!
My throat is parched and I'm restless, I decide to get up and go try to get a couple sips of water, SO worth the effort!
I get out of bed and open and close the bedroom door behind me. As I start down the stairs, I become AWARE I am not where i went to sleep. So, I decide to stop and purposefully explore, see what is really here.
I reach down and look at the carpet. It is a brownish-reddish dark colours running together floral pattern kind of thing. browns, reds, saffrons all dark and no color stands out. I feel it, it feels nice and soft for the feet and spine etc. :)
I feel the annoying roughness of stucco on the wall. A dull dirty white or washed out light brown.
I look down at the landing ... I've never seen so many doors! In a kind of angled concave semi-circle there are seven doors at the landing. I try them, none of them open, but I feel like the middle one does open, if I can only figure it out. But instead of being calm I get frustrated and WANT OUT and the dream ends.
Great, real life invades my dreams!
*****
Lucid Dream #2: Rude Awakening (with special guest stars, my dad and brother!)
I am trying to sleep in a little. I could sleep in another 1-2 hours! My dad wants to GET ME UP AND OUT OF BED but my brother is running interference so I can sleep. I can still hear my dad ranting and raving, but he never gets in my room or to the door. This aggravates me so I can only get a light sleep.
I give up and bang my hand on the wall and ... it is a strange wall! It is clear plastic with what looks like water running through it! I want to think it is normal, but I am lucid again so I investigate it.
But I get yelled at to get a move on so I throw on some clothes after using some kind of stick on my skin and run downstairs to see what all the commotion is. My dad wants me to go, now, I am going to be late. My brother just shakes his head. "Take a moment and think, what day is this for him?" My brother says. My dad says "His day is my day." My brother: "No, your day is your day, his day is his day. What day is this for him?" My dad just glares for a moment, silent then says "FINE" through his teeth and storms off. "Go on back to bed if you want, you don't have to go anywhere today." says my brother. But it is too late and I'm already awake. Now I have to figure out what I want to do today!
*****
Lucid Dream #3: Car to cycle riding through a Mystery Faire
I get a similar rude awakening, but this time it is from a woman. I never see her, only hear her. So, I get up and rush out the door and into a car. I am on a road .. until I"m not. I am suddenly following an SUV on a rocky trail through the woods? How did I miss my turn? I can hear them and they also wonder the same thing. I follow them to get back to the road, and then ...
I end up on a bicycle or tricycle thing riding from the outside to inside. Inside are spacious rooms that are connected with no doors. It is kind of like a school fair or ...something. Amateur or simply relaxed? I grab a snack that has something on a stick that then has popcorn on the outside of it! It is so delicious!! It is attached with a brown sugar crunchy caramel. I can TASTE it, in the dream!
Which is when I wake up, of course! I didn't even get to fully explore this faire, it seemed to have a lot of fun and edutainment as well, I could have learned a lot! Of course I wake up instead. Sigh, I can't escape my curse even in the dream world!
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Devil Child is Angel & Mechanical Sleep, Game Roses Are (not) Real
OK, for last's night's entertainment, let's start with:
1) Game Roses Are (not) Real
This is based on a waking life situation, at least as a start. I did put some rose bushes by a female friend's house in MineCraft.
But, in the dream, after I did that, I got a notification of an incoming call on the computer (like SKYPE), so I alt-tabbed and answered it. It was her boyfriend. He starts out with "I just got on MC, and stopped by her hut. I see there are rosebushes there. I did not put them there. Did you put them there?"
"Yeah. I thought they would look nice there."
"So, you admit it!"
"Yeah ... "
"Why did you put rosebushes there?"
"As a nice gesture for my friend. I happened to have them in my inventory and so I thought at the moment that they would look n ice there."
"But ... roses?"
"Is she on the call too?"
"No."
"I'd feel better if she were, can you add her?"
"No, this is between me and you."
"It's just that. I don't get what this is. I meant no harm. It's a game, not real life. If I sent her roses in real life, I would understand. But this is a game and the rosebushes can be easily removed if.."
"So remove them."
"OK, but I think she should know."
"Why?"
"Because she has already seen them there and she liked them there and thanked me. Since they are now HER roses, we should talk to her."
"No."
"No. Because ... she would think this is silly?"
"Well, yeah but this is --"
SHE: "Hey guys, mind if I join the fun-talk?"
HE: "Did you invite her?"
ME: "No."
HE: "You did! Just to spite me!"
SHE: "I invited myself. What's wrong?"
ME: "You have the beef, you should tell her."
HE: "Fine. He gave you roses!"
SHE: "Um ... what?"
ME: "He means in MC, I put Rosebushes by your hut."
SHE: "um ... oh yeah, you did! Thanks again!"
HE: "No! No thank you. You need to have him apologize and rip them out!"
SHE: "Have him apologize for being nice have him rip out fake flowers in a fake world?"
HE: "In that world, they are real."
SHE and ME: "What?"
HE: "In that world they are real to me."
SHE: imitating Jake the Dog "Jealous?"
HE: "Well, see, it's just --"
ME: I also imitate Jake the Dog "Jealous?"
She laughs
HE: "Fine! Yes! I am jealous!"
SHE: "Of fake flowers in a fake world."
HE: "But you are real, I am real, he is real."
SHE: "Unless this is all his dream!"
ME: "This IS all my dream, guys!"
HE: "Haha, yeah right."
SHE: "Told you! So you are jealous of fake flowers in a fake world in a dream by someone else?"
HE: "You guys are messed up!"
SHE and ME giggle
-end dream-
***
2) Devil Child is an Angel
Damien, child of the devil, Rosemary's baby, the computer game Lucien etc. We have seen stories of children with The Devil as the Father. But ... what if the child took after his Mother more than the Father?
That's basically what this dream was about, the war inside the child between Mother and Father. The Father furious that the child (sometimes it was male, sometimes it was female) wasn't being evil, being chaotic enough.
The Mother was patient. She never worried. The Father tried to be patient as best he could, but worried all the time!
So, as She taught him life lessons and was there for the child when things did not go well and celebrated with the child when they went swimmingly ... making every risk worth while; the Father continued to put obstacles in the way and talked trash in his heart.
It was because the child was good, and doing the right thing, that the child eventually felt cursed.
Which led to the next dream ...
3) Mechanical Sleep
Father tried to surround him with monsters disguised as people to sway back to his side. But this wasn't really working out. So, he put the whole group to sleep. He infested them with nightmares and lesson dreams. Then he woke them, but the child after a moment's confusion and questioning was soon back to the light side of things.
Furious and frustrated, the Devil put them back to sleep, but this time changed them all to metal beings!
Again, when they woke and found their new circumstances, the monsters moved away from the child to go rampaging. At first the child was upset and confused. But soon even with this, the child calmed down and was in the Light again.
Having had quite enough of this nonsense, the Devil appeared in front of the Child in all his Horrific Beauty and demanded the child tell him why he gets upset and feels cursed,but in the end always returns to being happy and fun and helping people and generally being in the Light?!
The Child sat there, withstood the fire breath of his Father, waiting for him to finish. Then he said "Did you know my Mother is an Angel?"
"Yes, that is why I chose her. Is that why you are like this, resisting me, you are taking after your mother?"
"No, because she let me realize that you are an Angel, too! You have just forgotten. It is more important for me to help you remember you are an angel, then it is to concentrate on how your forgetting is trying to have me forget, too."
And with that, the child had Light stream out from inside the metal and it melted off and it was a Child of Light.
And the Devil was so amazed, but no more than when the Child walked slowly over to Him and gave him a hug.
The Devil wanted to fight this as well, he was determined to be as he is, not as he was, and nobody can change a crazy bad man, especially if they are .... if I am an Angel.
"Woah, I AM an angel!"
And with that, the devil had light come from deep inside him and explode off the dirty grimey thorny stoney skin he had built upon, and let build upon Him. And he was once again an Angel.
1) Game Roses Are (not) Real
This is based on a waking life situation, at least as a start. I did put some rose bushes by a female friend's house in MineCraft.
But, in the dream, after I did that, I got a notification of an incoming call on the computer (like SKYPE), so I alt-tabbed and answered it. It was her boyfriend. He starts out with "I just got on MC, and stopped by her hut. I see there are rosebushes there. I did not put them there. Did you put them there?"
"Yeah. I thought they would look nice there."
"So, you admit it!"
"Yeah ... "
"Why did you put rosebushes there?"
"As a nice gesture for my friend. I happened to have them in my inventory and so I thought at the moment that they would look n ice there."
"But ... roses?"
"Is she on the call too?"
"No."
"I'd feel better if she were, can you add her?"
"No, this is between me and you."
"It's just that. I don't get what this is. I meant no harm. It's a game, not real life. If I sent her roses in real life, I would understand. But this is a game and the rosebushes can be easily removed if.."
"So remove them."
"OK, but I think she should know."
"Why?"
"Because she has already seen them there and she liked them there and thanked me. Since they are now HER roses, we should talk to her."
"No."
"No. Because ... she would think this is silly?"
"Well, yeah but this is --"
SHE: "Hey guys, mind if I join the fun-talk?"
HE: "Did you invite her?"
ME: "No."
HE: "You did! Just to spite me!"
SHE: "I invited myself. What's wrong?"
ME: "You have the beef, you should tell her."
HE: "Fine. He gave you roses!"
SHE: "Um ... what?"
ME: "He means in MC, I put Rosebushes by your hut."
SHE: "um ... oh yeah, you did! Thanks again!"
HE: "No! No thank you. You need to have him apologize and rip them out!"
SHE: "Have him apologize for being nice have him rip out fake flowers in a fake world?"
HE: "In that world, they are real."
SHE and ME: "What?"
HE: "In that world they are real to me."
SHE: imitating Jake the Dog "Jealous?"
HE: "Well, see, it's just --"
ME: I also imitate Jake the Dog "Jealous?"
She laughs
HE: "Fine! Yes! I am jealous!"
SHE: "Of fake flowers in a fake world."
HE: "But you are real, I am real, he is real."
SHE: "Unless this is all his dream!"
ME: "This IS all my dream, guys!"
HE: "Haha, yeah right."
SHE: "Told you! So you are jealous of fake flowers in a fake world in a dream by someone else?"
HE: "You guys are messed up!"
SHE and ME giggle
-end dream-
***
2) Devil Child is an Angel
Damien, child of the devil, Rosemary's baby, the computer game Lucien etc. We have seen stories of children with The Devil as the Father. But ... what if the child took after his Mother more than the Father?
That's basically what this dream was about, the war inside the child between Mother and Father. The Father furious that the child (sometimes it was male, sometimes it was female) wasn't being evil, being chaotic enough.
The Mother was patient. She never worried. The Father tried to be patient as best he could, but worried all the time!
So, as She taught him life lessons and was there for the child when things did not go well and celebrated with the child when they went swimmingly ... making every risk worth while; the Father continued to put obstacles in the way and talked trash in his heart.
It was because the child was good, and doing the right thing, that the child eventually felt cursed.
Which led to the next dream ...
3) Mechanical Sleep
Father tried to surround him with monsters disguised as people to sway back to his side. But this wasn't really working out. So, he put the whole group to sleep. He infested them with nightmares and lesson dreams. Then he woke them, but the child after a moment's confusion and questioning was soon back to the light side of things.
Furious and frustrated, the Devil put them back to sleep, but this time changed them all to metal beings!
Again, when they woke and found their new circumstances, the monsters moved away from the child to go rampaging. At first the child was upset and confused. But soon even with this, the child calmed down and was in the Light again.
Having had quite enough of this nonsense, the Devil appeared in front of the Child in all his Horrific Beauty and demanded the child tell him why he gets upset and feels cursed,but in the end always returns to being happy and fun and helping people and generally being in the Light?!
The Child sat there, withstood the fire breath of his Father, waiting for him to finish. Then he said "Did you know my Mother is an Angel?"
"Yes, that is why I chose her. Is that why you are like this, resisting me, you are taking after your mother?"
"No, because she let me realize that you are an Angel, too! You have just forgotten. It is more important for me to help you remember you are an angel, then it is to concentrate on how your forgetting is trying to have me forget, too."
And with that, the child had Light stream out from inside the metal and it melted off and it was a Child of Light.
And the Devil was so amazed, but no more than when the Child walked slowly over to Him and gave him a hug.
The Devil wanted to fight this as well, he was determined to be as he is, not as he was, and nobody can change a crazy bad man, especially if they are .... if I am an Angel.
"Woah, I AM an angel!"
And with that, the devil had light come from deep inside him and explode off the dirty grimey thorny stoney skin he had built upon, and let build upon Him. And he was once again an Angel.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Ridiculous Arguments Are Rediculous
Part 1: From the Female
I had a great night out, full of friends and fun!
I drove home, and someone was in the driveway, calling out to meet them. So, I get out of my car and go talk to her.
She is talking on the phone. She hands it to me. It is Sharri on the other line. She is just talking away all about herself and when I try to make an innocent comment, she gets super upset.
I try to make it better, but she is determined to have it turn into an argument, and one she wins.
I say I am sorry, but it will be best for the both of us if I just hang up the phone right now. and do so.
Moments later she appears right there in person, and says "You can't get away that easily!"
"You have already decided, in your warped mind, that you want this argument and I am the bad guy and you win. I cannot say anything to change this. You want bad for yourself, and I am snot a real person but a bit actor in your drama. So, just do that without me and let me go to bed in peace."
That shut her up, and so I went inside to go to bed.
(we actually talked longer, but the details are fuzzy. she said she had been out all night looking for imaginary characters (Goofy and .. who?) and I said "Oh, when I was out I saw Goofy and one other, but not the other you were looking for." And she got mad at me as if I was keeping that information, or that character, from her on purpose. When 1) I didn't even know she was looking for them and 2) I do not own their schedules! Also there was always noise on her side or something getting in the way of our conversation from her end, yet she always blamed me. Which is why I called this "Ridiculous").
***
Part 2: From the Male
That was bad enough. But no, I had to have a ridiculous argument with my dad after!
He woke me up from a sound sleep because he wanted me up. So, I get dressed. He came back in the room and told me how wrong my shirt was. I counter-argued and kept the shirt on.
Then he wanted me to straighten up a pile of shoes. So, I did that. But I kept kicking them out of order again because they were in a narrow space, so I moved them out of that area altogether. My dad said words that were meant to show how stupid I was for moving the shoes and putting them there of all places -- the new place that is!
I just ignored him this time.
Then he started in on my hair, or really lack there of. "You know, John. How can you hope to have people respect you and have a good life like me if you continue to shave your head to the skin. You like like an idiot or a thug."
"Would you stop sabotaging? That is all you do! You have to have others be helpless in front of you because YOU are the one who feels helpless, and if you deflect that to others you think you will feel OK. BUt if that is true, why do you keep on deflecting it anyway? Just because someone asks for help, doesn't mean they are helpless! Sometimes it is simply being human, sometimes it is a way to gain togetherness, comradery, things like that."
He dismissed that.
A little later, I ask what is REALLY bothering him, I mean really. He wants to be quiet and say non-meaningful things and keep the focus on my present "stupidities" from his POV, but finally he says it.
"You just kept on hitting that button and costing me taxes!"
"What button?"
"In the restaurant!"
"What restaurant, when?"
"YOU know."
"Well, you are not being specific enough." The nI try to lighten the situation with a joke. "Could you tell me more, I've slept since then."
He almost smiled, but covered it up right away so I wouldn't "win" and just glowered.
So, I was left to figure it out on my own devices. Eventually I worked out a possibility and told him.
"You mean the apple cider machine at that one restaurant?"
"See, I knew you were just playing dumb."
I decided not to talk to that, instead I said "What did I do? And ... just tell me, ok?"
"You pushed the wrong button and it cost me taxes."
"That doesn't make sense. Shouldn't you blame the restaurant for making a ridiculous system like that in order to trick the customers out of their money? And if it is taxes, isn't that the government? Why are they tricking you out of your money?"
"Fine. Just pass the blame like you always do."
"Dad! That is not fair! OK, let's say I am, for the sake of argument, then let's see how it is remotely my fault."
He just glowers at me again.
"I know, I know, I am the one who pushed the button. But,did you ever go to that machine yourself and look at it?"
"I was near that machine but I never used it."
"OK, so did you look at it?"
"I guess ..."
"Well, there were two red buttons side by side. Same color, same size, same shape, same style."
"OK?"
"And so they invited confusion that way! They made it easier for people to mistakenly push the wrong button! Heck, maybe BOTH buttons would have cost you taxes I don't know! Did you ever consider that, dad?"
Mumbles "no, not really."
"And, that was years ago! Why are you keeping my so-called 'mistakes' forever on the books?"
---
And that is when my eyes opened. So I closed them.
"Look, I have to end this now and get up for real. Try something different this time, dad. Try to take other people's ways of doing things as just that. And try to forgive or at least forget their past 'wrongs' to you. OK? You have less of a burden that way."
"But you do that to me."
"Not nearly the same thing. I don't keep hold of your mistakes, I am forced to not be able to forget your long string of on-purpose bullying. You bring it up every time you do another one, like this exchange. You do it on purpose. My mistakes are just that, being human. What is so terrible about me wanting to be me and having you love me as is? You are making promises you do not keep, you are going on trips with everyone BUT me, and when you come home you don't even tell me you are back.
I do not do what I do to harm or judge others like you do. Now, quit reminding me of your bad side and say something nice, something real before I get up. please."
"My only real burden is having a first-born son in you."
"Great, thanks dad! You never really surprise me."
And that is what I woke up with.
I had a great night out, full of friends and fun!
I drove home, and someone was in the driveway, calling out to meet them. So, I get out of my car and go talk to her.
She is talking on the phone. She hands it to me. It is Sharri on the other line. She is just talking away all about herself and when I try to make an innocent comment, she gets super upset.
I try to make it better, but she is determined to have it turn into an argument, and one she wins.
I say I am sorry, but it will be best for the both of us if I just hang up the phone right now. and do so.
Moments later she appears right there in person, and says "You can't get away that easily!"
"You have already decided, in your warped mind, that you want this argument and I am the bad guy and you win. I cannot say anything to change this. You want bad for yourself, and I am snot a real person but a bit actor in your drama. So, just do that without me and let me go to bed in peace."
That shut her up, and so I went inside to go to bed.
(we actually talked longer, but the details are fuzzy. she said she had been out all night looking for imaginary characters (Goofy and .. who?) and I said "Oh, when I was out I saw Goofy and one other, but not the other you were looking for." And she got mad at me as if I was keeping that information, or that character, from her on purpose. When 1) I didn't even know she was looking for them and 2) I do not own their schedules! Also there was always noise on her side or something getting in the way of our conversation from her end, yet she always blamed me. Which is why I called this "Ridiculous").
***
Part 2: From the Male
That was bad enough. But no, I had to have a ridiculous argument with my dad after!
He woke me up from a sound sleep because he wanted me up. So, I get dressed. He came back in the room and told me how wrong my shirt was. I counter-argued and kept the shirt on.
Then he wanted me to straighten up a pile of shoes. So, I did that. But I kept kicking them out of order again because they were in a narrow space, so I moved them out of that area altogether. My dad said words that were meant to show how stupid I was for moving the shoes and putting them there of all places -- the new place that is!
I just ignored him this time.
Then he started in on my hair, or really lack there of. "You know, John. How can you hope to have people respect you and have a good life like me if you continue to shave your head to the skin. You like like an idiot or a thug."
"Would you stop sabotaging? That is all you do! You have to have others be helpless in front of you because YOU are the one who feels helpless, and if you deflect that to others you think you will feel OK. BUt if that is true, why do you keep on deflecting it anyway? Just because someone asks for help, doesn't mean they are helpless! Sometimes it is simply being human, sometimes it is a way to gain togetherness, comradery, things like that."
He dismissed that.
A little later, I ask what is REALLY bothering him, I mean really. He wants to be quiet and say non-meaningful things and keep the focus on my present "stupidities" from his POV, but finally he says it.
"You just kept on hitting that button and costing me taxes!"
"What button?"
"In the restaurant!"
"What restaurant, when?"
"YOU know."
"Well, you are not being specific enough." The nI try to lighten the situation with a joke. "Could you tell me more, I've slept since then."
He almost smiled, but covered it up right away so I wouldn't "win" and just glowered.
So, I was left to figure it out on my own devices. Eventually I worked out a possibility and told him.
"You mean the apple cider machine at that one restaurant?"
"See, I knew you were just playing dumb."
I decided not to talk to that, instead I said "What did I do? And ... just tell me, ok?"
"You pushed the wrong button and it cost me taxes."
"That doesn't make sense. Shouldn't you blame the restaurant for making a ridiculous system like that in order to trick the customers out of their money? And if it is taxes, isn't that the government? Why are they tricking you out of your money?"
"Fine. Just pass the blame like you always do."
"Dad! That is not fair! OK, let's say I am, for the sake of argument, then let's see how it is remotely my fault."
He just glowers at me again.
"I know, I know, I am the one who pushed the button. But,did you ever go to that machine yourself and look at it?"
"I was near that machine but I never used it."
"OK, so did you look at it?"
"I guess ..."
"Well, there were two red buttons side by side. Same color, same size, same shape, same style."
"OK?"
"And so they invited confusion that way! They made it easier for people to mistakenly push the wrong button! Heck, maybe BOTH buttons would have cost you taxes I don't know! Did you ever consider that, dad?"
Mumbles "no, not really."
"And, that was years ago! Why are you keeping my so-called 'mistakes' forever on the books?"
---
And that is when my eyes opened. So I closed them.
"Look, I have to end this now and get up for real. Try something different this time, dad. Try to take other people's ways of doing things as just that. And try to forgive or at least forget their past 'wrongs' to you. OK? You have less of a burden that way."
"But you do that to me."
"Not nearly the same thing. I don't keep hold of your mistakes, I am forced to not be able to forget your long string of on-purpose bullying. You bring it up every time you do another one, like this exchange. You do it on purpose. My mistakes are just that, being human. What is so terrible about me wanting to be me and having you love me as is? You are making promises you do not keep, you are going on trips with everyone BUT me, and when you come home you don't even tell me you are back.
I do not do what I do to harm or judge others like you do. Now, quit reminding me of your bad side and say something nice, something real before I get up. please."
"My only real burden is having a first-born son in you."
"Great, thanks dad! You never really surprise me."
And that is what I woke up with.
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Maze of Domes
I suppose this is influenced by watching the season premiere of "Under the Dome" late last night ....
Basically, all I can remember, is being inside a giant labyrinth. There were many parts to it, puzzles, keys, and domes. Spinning domes, golden energy domes, silver domes that opened. Voices were leading me through. I was calm for the most part, following step by step. 1, 2, 3 on to the next part. Sometimes I had to go up, sometimes I had to go down. Not just the cardinal directions, then ... OK. But what does it all mean? No clue.
Basically, all I can remember, is being inside a giant labyrinth. There were many parts to it, puzzles, keys, and domes. Spinning domes, golden energy domes, silver domes that opened. Voices were leading me through. I was calm for the most part, following step by step. 1, 2, 3 on to the next part. Sometimes I had to go up, sometimes I had to go down. Not just the cardinal directions, then ... OK. But what does it all mean? No clue.
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