Atlas of Dreaming (penumbras, heterotopias, planes, byways etc)

**labyrint** · 01-24-2012 08:35 AM

I'd like to call all oneironauts, dreamhackers, dreamers, make-believers and poetic souls into this project to bring some tangible and wordly lasting proofs into surface from beoynd dreaming. To avoid immature sceptism and scientifically stucked minds making all whys, cant's and other ice that sink this thread, key is to write as a dreaming practice.. poetic language instead of school reports and try-to-proofs. Don't claim anything just describe, use emotions and fuzzy old avodian logic to move in the mindfield

Mess
In the oceanic way of travelling I've many times encountered these places. They hapen when home, flat or commune get's turned into common dreaming place. Little bit resembling opium dens of the past. Coffey stains color the floor, dreams of different people mingle with music that has been played there, people skip work and school, replay dramas at the mornings, time gets twisted and things like island, winds, sanghaings, piracy, smuglings, ports and customs start to make sense in mundane world as the most fitting metaphores for dream discussions. Given scifi literature, movies, series or like-minded-imaginatives the line between seaports and spaceports gets thin

Chessboard
The most known symbol for world of games, you can see it in musicvideos, public places and with some imagination even in pavement. Most common colors are black and white like those worlds in book pages, old tv-programs, computer command prompt not to mentions some comics. Even starry sky is in it's dullest layer black and white but with some flash and springles.. ahem, I meant twinkels. At the basic level this world is pixelish meaning very square. Like markets, unimaginative buildings and times squre. Mostly it luckily has some rarer material to soften it or ragy cracks that just happen to appear on it from just frustration. In chessboardish level it's about battle of dual forces: good and bad to be lame, right and left to be solitaire, black and white to name 2 elements of gathered 5, love and fear according to one principle, law and chaos in the world of eternal champion. This is the bi.nary nature of it. To add some insight and points of views; you can find yourself in between of playing characters either knowing that your in game (like in potter) or not knowing that, you can also find yourself in the players seat playing dead pieces, playing dreaming pieces or fearing for your pieces in state of not being able to relate yourselve into loss, sacrifice, killing joke, fear and guilt. This is a deep world so I'm going to move forward trusting that you have imagination and momeries of all possible iterations of it. After all this is somewhat more like age of games than any other I've met... maybe 80's and 90's were different enough to appear as their own zones. Ok, some seeds still: hunts and sports are very close to world of games, as beauty contest and other realityshow like kings of the hill. Wheel of fortunes, alphabetes, all forms of dreaming of Vegas and jeopardies. Ultimate hunt for deer heart of other can be cruel, jealoys and violent, if not understuud the law of eternal hunt. Only those preys that willingly and eagerly surrender for killing lead to lasting bondings. In love and war all means are allowed, but failing to understand what love is doesen't bring any good and none can be happy with just bad. In eternal hunt there is no ultimate death and hunter and hunted change their roles between each death.
World of plays by the border of every game world usually intersecting it. It has connections to theater and other muse inspiritated worlds.

Silverspoon
There is a spoon? Yes, but it's in hyperposition so it might as well not to be. It's made of plastic and it's enterprizish. Silver version of it connets to moon magic, it's what giveth the silver lining to clouds and memories, make up silverscreens, quicksilver that can be very slow, almost appear nonmoving, solid and material.. it can even make sense as a cheese. This is what moon and silver does to my mind. I'm having no problem on believing that the God shows me a connection between moonwalking Jackson, mickey mouse, house that jack build as metallic masonic machinery of jack the ripper in moorish dark way as well with the hysterical twist. Creole moon, red moon, yellow moon, black moon and hollow deathstarlike mining sate'latte all appear as different worlds. So do the different auspices of moon, from new to full. Dark side is more interesting as man on moon behind the silver screen of nasa footage. I'm betting that nomad and his posse has many stories to share about these levels. Wolfs has deep connection with the moon and all godforms of those worlds. There are byways that connect satellites of different planets of copernicick system through space closer to each other than actual planets. Moonpaths from moon-2-moon. Cat's cradlle (aka homedream/genesis of cats) is often connected to moonpaths. In world of darkness central park holds werewolf caern that can open moonroads to other caerns. Central Park in fact has even deeper dreaming, connected to Holly Wood, theatre and imaginies of Lennon, it even has its own absolut vodka. When you get caught between moon and new york city leads to new york state of mind and easily to loops from Friends Tales of joey is intresting book in the library of dreams, it makes some proud claims of his carreer as baseball player as well underwater archeologist and tigerbeing (tigers have old compensating war with cats for tigers are more warriorlike and straightforward while cats are deceptive, flurry and mysterious)

Tomothia
Major Tom is first man who made his final death in space. Thing of the all possible outcomes. His world is mysterious realm between éarth and the moon as well as other space locations. It's very deeply connected to mythological america and us. Tom's diner is like hyperstatial everydaydiner where salt-of-the-earth everyday dudes and dudettes dine (plus some occasionally flying politicians), mirrors act strangly, jukebox holds lost and forgotten records. Radiostream plays radio free albemuth instead of radio ga-ga (mercurian eatheradio you can hear at the border of your sleep, where you distinguish certain verses, introes, instrumental masterpieces and soloes for the first time, make connections with your very own lifestory and other songs. Later you may end up wondering if those pieces were in the recordings before you first dug them up. If you are lucky you can make the sceptic in brains believe that in the midstream of sleepborder you were participating into birth of that song and story. If you believe dream beats time). In the Diner you can make magic with the coffey and music. Milkiway is really made out of milk, cream is an orchester as well white liquid, brown sugar and white sugar are very different things, cubic shapes melt into blackest night, canes have go in them, there is always some version of spoon and most experimental dreamers don't overlook other handy stuff like honey or cocoa. After choosing a coffey you may look at the menu for other treats that are present for the moment. <- This is where people get easilly stucked, for the cups are melting pots, cauldrons, chalices and graals for vast and strange brews that really have affect on drinker, her surroundings or both. This is the junkie aspect of Tom and if you mess with him in that level you may end up to have hung over of your life when reality next time hits you.. so if this seems familiar level to you, i suggest to move forward from there: windows there are really special kind of mirrors that reflect the state of consumerismh, tastes, desires, addictions, passions, memories, sugarjunkienishm and ethics of fast food. During the night-time they reveal themselves as the mirrors they truly are. Truckdivers from different dreamstates and constelations come to pick up their heavy fuel and you can get the hicth from them. Busses of touring musicians stop there also and even stranger folk. Elvishes are not uncommon there during the night time. Funilly diner seems to be located in the middle of american desert during the night time while during the day times it's located mainly in cities and smalltowns. It must be for the ufo-traffic which is not easily handled in city dreamings. If there happens to be curtains present during the night time, you can find your way to theater or circus that lies behind this curtain.

**EbbTide000** · 01-24-2012 08:58 AM

labyrint

look at my avatar then record the next dream you have.

**labyrint** · 01-24-2012 09:17 AM

Originally Posted by debrajane

labyrint

look at my avatar then record the next dream you have.

Quick answer,, I went to the next room, youtube was playing Telegraph Road by Dire Straits from Alchemy livevideo: Knopfler sings: "You've got six lanes of traffic [three bicycle postellions drive on the road in front of the house in synch with music] ... three lanes moving slow [two of them turn uphill towards the house and slow the speed down for the uphill climb]"

DS(ift)ILD

Now: "under pressure by bowie and freddie"

**EbbTide000** · 01-24-2012 11:17 AM

Labyrint

It is 20:40 pm Tuesday 24/January/12 now here where I am.

I will be looking at your avatar and see the wiry, red and black bug "all around me", until I fall asleep in my bed, "my soft place".

I dedicate my dreamtime tonight to you, Labyrint.

wish me look.

**labyrint** · 01-24-2012 02:29 PM

Ideal world
I must be cautious unknowing while approaching the installments of plato(n). For he is an old wisecracker and a jester. Sophia in relationship with him is still a pupil. For only thing that Platon has really said is that he can't show the world he has experienced and seen with his own eyes to the ppl still sittin in the cave watching shadows. This is ,,off course,, a lie and a trick. Like Platonic stunt of making himself immortal by fooling the Greece court. For what I fear is that those solids that defoine platonic space might appear as constructed from black iron. If this is so, any kind of fairy magic or other half-rhyme wouldn't work there, banality would be crushing, months and hours would appear as twelves, planets and eyes would be globusses, cubes would have six sides, words would have inbound grammatics and spellings and what's even worse number of ideas would be limited by numbers. For mathematical construct it is. or so it easily appears. Knowing that Plato likes good wine, humour and games of intellect,, I could make a claim that Hoffmans bicycle is a platonic ideal solid in superposition. And time wouldn't answer ideal metronome for the ideal time is measured by ideal time measuring bikes. And the speed of time during one hour is dependent along the time and space you can cross during a minute. Then he would throw an counter argument and this could go on for days or hours depending on the amount of wine, speed ov time and mainly amusment of sophia. But for sophia is in Her way older and wiser than Plato I would consult her directly. I'd make her pull words and stories, truths and makebeliefs, wordplays and dream memories till we both laught. So is this I deal world for Platon? I can bet him a Hellor Heaven and he could tell them apart. I, knowing that if he can't go of his limits i too must keep some limit, so what i would bet would be Arcadia and maybe Ego. Arcadia seems to countersect with both greece and albionish, celt and christian worlds. So the halfrhymes wouldn't be forbidden. There might be some problems with aldish trollery (trollery : old norse world for magic) but I'd say, look at the stars for i swear that i saw one tonight. And i haven't seen them for ages [I&I confirms that]. Star is an oasis did you know, or at it's very least it represents that. It's a symbol for rest and stopping while travelling the desert. It's a menning of any singular star when others are not to be seen. But now I'm afraid that i bore you. Bycycle, taendaemon, breakes tha brakes and postellions ride the stallions of sta sta static while we happen to have mayne moore mains to maim the mines of mises, if may misses me, and she not may it be by the horns of march that we don't end up in marshes of gollum, for lennon it's out of the question for that role. I did better work on that.. if not we're just boring our audience which means that we have to bore deeper into that mars,hy eye of past dreams of ours. For hours pass so strangely past us and I'm fearing that while talking this foolish language i end up hurting feelings of some i hold dear to me. For it's only confusion of some different sides of this being I'm wearing and as you if any, know is shared nonequally among the many I've been in contact with. For I'm yet to know who knows most of me. There is a mocking Puck in me too, who always tries to hurt and mock gender sides of me. Puck is a trial for tenders for every sentiment needs it's accusitors for else there would be false sentiments.
Let's change the gear of this thing to some other number with this lever. There is a town of polygonal shapes and colors you're maybe familiar with. If you as much as doubt, think you've never heard of it. I remember when you were bullied and dubbed into mess and sofa, I really believe you're now past that embarasment. I'd like to present a beautifull light over this superpositioned sofa. For it apears in every sitcom (I'm quikly going past that for those are full of bullies too), simpsons share more animated light on the presumed vessel or device and it even appears to psychiatric patients and hitchikers stucked in prelanguage worlds. Poor Dental Arthur and not Postford but perfect Prefect. This sofa can easily transfer us to Hollywood through Jurrasic Park or to mythical lands where cavemen and dinosaurs coexists, like civil Dinotopia or vile Inner Earth. Then again, I don't recall Dinotopia and i know little about the real inner earth save stories of those who have visited there. Even those i remember so hazily that I don't dear to tell them here. So my choices for this post scribtum are school, secret commonwealth and station where I'm ending this brief scroll.

the Wall
Some wise man said that every obstacle is a bridge and every bridge an obstacle. Where you find something blocking you, you find cause and maybe reason to look for an shift, exit, change or progression. Where you find a way to something unknown without guarantees of when if ever you can go back, you'll find all the reasons why not to leave. Most common law here is that every princible principal is a prick or a brick. That is namely the common law, for commoners cope with school in their way. Floyds where right in the hearth of the matter when they studied blockades of primus motors, primas, prime movers, primates, every prism studied under reason and every prison we are living in.
School is that which as well as opens some horizons it blocks others. For never before they've tried to school so vast prosentage of commoners. What a way channel common paradigm. I can't blame the teachers or principals anymore. They too are inprisoned inside these schoolwalls. Mostly I feel sorry for those rare who posses the a priori knowledge that this is all a dream. What a ill fate to be forced into waking up to ( an almost ) same world every morning. Knowing that it is but a shadow of past and future assumptions. This cant be what those seed planters of age of cause and reason had dreamer to be it's prime blossom. That's why I'm painting with primrose yellow.
Wall is a strange construct. I've heard that Archimedes came into conclusion and calculation that straight line is an impossible or anomaly shape. And now look how this illuminated world appears to us. That's why I like shades, twilight and dusk above the crude lightings. Thank God and praise Queen for banksy and alike. They have different names for this barrier: fence is one, shroud other, veil third and gauntlet one to add to the charm. Fence is rural barrier, it keeps the cattle in check as well as junkies. It's often wooden, painted or otherwise shielded against the forces of nature. Iron barb wires are wickedest of them, unless your into cartoons. Shroud keeps the dead in check. It's a strange mist, for where the dead are closest to skinlands shroud of missbelieve groves thickest as well as subtle influence of their wraithly whispers. Where the shroud of missbelief is thinnest, shades make their appereance and whispers aren't so subtle.. flickering lights aren't so much as a technical malfunctions anymore, unless the shroud rises again. When trying to express the veil easiest way is to challenge ones senses. What do you see, hear, smell, taste, feel? Have you ever sensed deeper into what you're seeing now. Do you have visual sense for shadows, reflections, colors, dust, light, halos around lamps (i bet you have seen some type of them)? Can you sense the feeling of motion while whatching it? Does it move tenderly, smoothly, tensly, quickly or does it stay still? Is there motion in stillness? Get the drift? What's your sense of drift? Does your eyes move from object to another? Like trying to figure out what are the objects (or objections) blocking your sight. Do you have any sense are you seeing with your eyes or not? It's relatively easy to figure out how it is. Do you feel your eyes? Is there a lenslike teleoptical phenomenon going there or not? If there is, was it there before i pointed it out? Now you're going backwards in time? Do you have any sense of time? If you watched clock then you have some sense on clock, not yet on time, unless numbers don't remind you of something? Do you act on base of that remindment? Is there something you should do at the given? If you don't act upon that re.mind.ment you get to study your sense of time more deeply? You can with some practise and cultivation archieve steps of freedom from time. School's clock is even more mysterious than the wall. What is the longest time some dear and minutely short song have lasted? What governs your time? Is it a clock? Pulse? Breath? Beat? Weather? Earth's Axis? Water? Sand? Moon? Sun? Wind? Computer? Factory whistle? Gas clock? Carbon based datings? Clockcard machinery? When you wake up? Go to work? Have you ever overclocked your computer? Synched webbrowser? Synched clock with anyone? Whatched any spymovie where they do that? Use timeline? TV? Radio? Astrology? Seasons? Calendar? Someone you feel to be in debth? Guilt? Longing? Someone you ought to call? Someone expecting you? Her/his time? Are you on your own time? Any desires or addictions calling? Are they memories? What do objects on your sight remind you of? Are they road signs in time or object obstacles? Do you hold them as subjects? Why? Tolling of any bells? Church bells? Division bell? Chimes of freedom? What would floyds say about equalisation of time = money. Moonage time, Looneytime, Moodytime and the dark side of double-o.
Let's step outside of time for a while. Wall has many moore mysteries masoned in it. High hopes and dreams. Problem equals roughtly to the situation in Israel, situation how it was in Berlin during the wall, every freeking prison from matrix down. Great Wall around China. When you feel the Berlin you sense the resonance in subtleties that come to surface after long state some dream torn apart. Far back in the time: Jericho is rumoured to be first city with walls around it.
In the wasteland of broken dreams, near the scarring wall, that don't appear to be wondrous at all, there is hope to be found. For the machinery dating back to 18-century is a wasteland of fogs, long exhausting workdays, weawings of telegraphlines and railroadtracks, minings of minerals and other resources, using slave and child labour. This is just first version, ghastly undertone, of modern tapestry around the cities. It's yet there, under the light cabels, silverscreens, highways, paint, asfalt and clay. Web of Jenny, first weawing machine that took many women hands to operate along the long and monotonic working hours. I guess the men were lucky for they only lost hands and heads in factories. Those threads are there to play for anyone who knows anything about strings. This texture is called scar for it hoasts a wicked realm where flesh is cheap and time expensive. Refigirators, batteries, fans, motors, electric resonanse all compain to one-song that is to sooth the mind of slave here, which is man. Here whole society may get stuck for breaking of one car motor, if it happens to be primus at the time.
Little less known story goes that grandma spider is in fact free and reborn, but when returning to forgive the scar she has to confront and apogolize her own doings. There is a lighter side also, but it took me this far to recall it. During the time when scar was born, like in during any fleeting hungry time, ppl use dreaming, carelesness, and silent love to escape the horror. They store time in small forms. Like in books, and later in records and comics etc. From the comic perspective we get to framed timezones of J Morrisons theory. He presented me what prerecorded universe looks like, what are the loops, how slow music can be, how everything is present and prerecorded let the things you make or record beforehand. This kind of world is both nightmarish and beautifull. It holds many things you can fetch and find, bring back from forgetfullness. Same time it reveals amount of your past situations being just recorded memories in your mind or situations and plays you dream out of prerecorded material. Slowly you start to find other ppl who are familiar with this kind experience, share it, exhange black boxes, dream together, make some original pieces, cultivate your skill of factsmithing and get ever increasing experience of ever-now where you participate throug time to everyscenario that you imagined to be out of the reach by laws of non cross time interferance. This is what G Morrison calls Invisible university. One that exist outside 4 dimensional matrix. Every form of art, magic, mystic, science, craftmanship and futurelore coexist here, from every timeline and alternation of vast realms. Only questing is how to make translations, filters, canals and other analogies to get them into interconnection.

**EbbTide000** · 01-24-2012 03:20 PM

Labyrint

I hardly ever remeber my dreams so I might not have anything to share with you when I wake up. but if I get anything I will let you know, here.

I don't practice any form of magic. Never have and never will.

It is 00:44 now here, that's 44 minutes past midnight.. It is very hot and I only have a fan. I am about to drink some water so I don't dehydrate while I sleep.

thank you, Labyrint, for your many thoughts.

**labyrint** · 01-24-2012 04:56 PM

does your I relate to I am using here? i speaks with more tender, almost shylike voice. I just acts as a authority figure old superego indicator. Me being another part of this complex soup of pronomines. Your I sounds like it's having some buildt in issues around this word = "magic". Lack of will, is it cowardice or subpressed form of domination. There should be no words that by themselves, as letter bound structures, hold any qualities that are connected to ethical systems. For if there are, then some part of our being is supressing us.

That last place was really powerdraining to write out. I've come to terms with it and forgiven myself in the past, but now while trying to describe it i felt like somekind on counterwave had wiped out my mind and connection to soul (apart of very quiet voice i followed to get back). To answer the sceptics, i wasn't setting up the story here but trying to share experience of something i'm very frequently encountered in my dreaming. Honesty seems to really be lonely word... or then there are some inbuildt psychological mechanisms, or could it be so that ppl think me as too spaced out dude to talk to, or is main population of beoynd ppl and readers just noiacs? I would very much like to track source of that counterwave for it was not my guilty and if it was, it was my stolen past guilt posessed by someone else and played against me. I wouldn't mind that attack if it had been targeted to destroy illusion. When it hit me for trying to reveal my world as truly and kindly as possible without loosing honesty, it strucked me into thinking somekind of sick as hell school disipline system. I'm trying to get over it now and describe two lighter places, when I've got the right mood for it

**EbbTide000** · 01-25-2012 12:57 AM

I am still awake Labyrint. It is 2:40 am here and 27 degrees centergrade outside but hoter in my little boardinghouse room cos we have had 4 consecutive days of 35 degrees. too hot to sleep.

I am glad to have you to talk to, Labyrint.

I went to your dream journal. That was a very intetesting dream with the rooms full of mirrors and paintings.

I am very tired. I will probably sleep late when I finally drop-off

**** I just woke up after about 7 hours sleep ***

Last night I tried to send the above but my phone battery was too low. Then when I put it on the charger it squeeled and a message read that charging was stopped necause the battery was too hot or cold and to try again later.

So I turned the phone off.

It is now 10:19 am and I woke with no dream recall.

I have turned this phone back on and it is charging peacefully.

How are you Labyrint?

Do you remember a dream from last night?

**labyrint** · 01-25-2012 06:09 AM

6:10 let's see after I post what's the jetlag.

I'm aware again, but mainly collecting pieces and stones together. My sis (6:11 as the housenumber) finished her schoolwork with a little help. It's about deconstructing banksy and waking up the rat spirit (she refused tyo name the rats Michal Jackson, George Michael and Mick Jagger, which I'm little disapointed at) 6:33

This is what I've found:
2012 The Chinese Year Of The Dragon..Reptilians? - YouTube

Someone might get noi'ic from mentioning name Reptilian races, but this video is a hope bringer. Neil Gaiman too (author of sandman) draw a picture of water dragon in China during the new years celebration. In FB he said something 'bout the problems of getting his views through wired curtain. So this is the best package I can yet transmite. &:41

for the shake of pure absurdity, I've found Washington inside laundrymachine... this is how it appears in Finland ;.-)
(listening Obama with other ear)

REM-state
R.E.M. Man On the Moon - YouTube

healing spirit
Medicine Song by Fil - YouTube

singularity machine (props to Morrison)
Dr. Steel - The Singularity - YouTube

british spirit
morcheeba - world looking in - YouTube

tribute to Corto Maltese (comic in music)
Juudas Iskariotin suudelma - Corto Maltese - YouTube

wikipedia article on this topic is very inormative:
Red Hot Chili Peppers- Parallel Universe STUDIO version - YouTube

Old sierra and lucasfilm adventure games are good past time for nondreamlike dull days... best of those days (they run well on dosbox and are allmost all abadonware meaning free.. though some should support best adventuregame houses for there haven't been any of that genre for ages) please love the old generation systems and graphics... it's a timetrip

link to this also: everything there is relaeted + have no fear
http://www.dreamviews.com/f19/dream-...ml#post1743886

Obama is speaking to gongress while tabs try synch all the songs I've linked

ILF ends it's broadcast here ... somethings are to be discovered for the fun search doesn't get too easy
this has been a broadcast of imagination liberation front, dream liberation front and fantasy liberation front... brought to you by Hysteria, Subeatherradio, Aleisradio and MTV Kalma

**labyrint** · 01-25-2012 05:41 PM

Poor recall from last night,, But on the same time I'm recalling some lost memories from turning of the year.

Seems like some ppl from that time are linking to get together, at least some ppl who shared the same rooms during that time are connecting or trying to connect me in semisimultaniosly <3

I'm trying to pack my things together and hit the road for next town, it's still a question of nightplace...

While I have time for longer writings, i'm going to add some locations here. No textual contributions from anyone else here yet. If someone happens to remember any other threads that describe some stable locations, please link them here. With some time I'm going to go trough Nomads describsions of moon as well as Chichen Itcha files. I've got a vague memory that some ppl tried to meet at Eiffel tower, but fear that in that memory they didn't succees

EDIT: just logged again to DV: this is what happened: next I reloaded my gmail tab: it told me that this thread has new posts... so I came here and no new posts. Went back to gmail: post in email was this:
>labyrint look at my avatar then record the next dream you have.
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> labyrint
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> look at my avatar then record the next dream you have.

Instant RC: ok I have two tabs of gmail open, another shows my last postal traffic, another sitution couple of days ago, I reload the one which was in the past = still in the past. Come here to edit this post and when I go back to those tabs to get screencapture both of them show current posts so no proof... but I'm deeper aware of dreaming Iä'm in now

**labyrint** · 01-29-2012 05:05 AM

I dream in the world where every building block and atom is composed of substances of sand and snow, they have so many flawors on and in them

SECRET COMMONWEALTH
Place that I've slowly started to understand more. It's a common dream of wealth, happiness, deep range of emotions, memories of different times, happenstance, habits, customs (not too closely tied to to other custom) and worldviews of their times. It's mainly subtancial in nature. Composed of goods and trades as well as art and literature. It's a secret for it's all common people )be they humans, their dreams or dreams of ages and settlements( have save from the judges, rulers, tyrants and lords and ladies. They are well brewed and shared otherwise they wouldn't have the magic they have in them. Think of books like Oz, Poirots, Miserable and other that are very commonly shared. Think of more uncommon shared dreams in academic circles and pulpgenres. Think of fine brewed whiskey with brewing time and brewery establishment date on them. Think of the cheapest beer appreciated in some parts of your country. Think of seasonal treats, old subwaylines, that locomotive on the yard of railwaystation. Think of mute movies and knittingworks. You'll start to see the sense how these dreams are shared. Why they easily wanish during the night and how easy it is to tap yourself on their waveleght when encountered the subtance you have common memories and sentiments with. How easy it is to find allways-known-this-person friends, if only for one hour. These thing hold more value and freedom than any rarity or goverment established system of rules or values... for kings come and kings go, nations born and nations die, times change and worlds end, but dreams are eternal

ET IN ARCADIA EGO(N)
I was too in Arcadia once. What to say 'bout the fair parts of dreaming. First is don't be fooled that fair is always fair. Fair is place fair magic, enchantment, trades, cheats and possessions also. Fair folk contradict many things hold moral in human lands. Some make their seamings from mocking the humanity and human morality. There have been many sayings about these lands: watch what you say or more precisly what you promise. For you may forget the words you have spoken, but promises continue to effect your life. Time and memory do strange things to you in these lands. Old tales tell of humans disappearing there and appearing centuries later without aging a bit. Try not trade with anyone, even though it's tempting there. Try to get a hold of every given scene on who can be held as advesary of justice. For many will try traid something with you and among them many will try to cheat you. Advesaries are local policies and diplomats, who help you when still in the scene of cheat and frame. If you don't trust you police in human lands, trust them there. If you don't know judgings of given land better than me. For what I speak under the name of Arcadia is a vast land. Land that is mostly the lighter side of darkages and renaisance, land of tales, fairies and many worse and even more odd. It has corners in mythological Greece and inhabitants from them, as well as Alder halls of Norse dreaming, it can cross to more known fairy tales of past centuries and even to more recent times, to Oz, to Never Never Land, to 100 Acre Woods, to Narnia, and semicommercial worlds of Disney and warring worlds of computer fantasies. From these recent partions you can backwalk to older Arcadia. Even past the time of Albion, Castles and Lords and Ladies... but be forewarned, there things and inhabitants change really starge, inhuman, truly beyond modern fantasy concepts of races, genders, alingments and selfboundaries.

And yet one repetation and warning: never leave the path they say. This is said for very good reasons, foer if leave the path you'll be back so changed that nobody will reconize you anymore if you ever find back to the time and place you left. This holds more true if you are deep in Arcadian dreaming. If you bargain and trade know that you can end up losing some of your names to anothers possession, as well as give ruling over some of your emotions or sentiments to some other, you can end up as a servant or worse still a slave for any given amount of time. So if you bargain, bargain fair and from your own will. Learn to see through enchantment and glamour, for they are like diamonds and colors of these lands, but they also can be daimons and colons there. Learn also to wear your own glamour and weave your own enchantments. Know your tales and narratives for they are the best maps.. change is you've allready visited there, change is you've just lost some memory or reason of it. So if you go there or happen to find yourself there in a dream, have fun, live fair but beware. Children stories have also cruelties in them.

This I did forgot, but came back to add. Watch what you eat there, and better yet is not to anythingm if you don't have sense how things work there. For eating and drinking there could do strange things for time and memory. Some even try to hold you responsible for what you have eaten even thouh they are the ones who have set a trap on you by leaving treats in display. This is unjust, so if there is an adversary greater in poewer than trap setter you can demand justice

**labyrint** · 02-01-2012 04:34 AM

I'm dremaing while writing this.. . . . Thought I've gone through somekind of dreamshift just a while ago while trying to fetch for memories of places I know. Then i hit somekind of dreamingstate, texts of other triggered memories and i synched myself with slow ambient of machinary virtual realm. Didn't force anything to happen with pure force preknowledge on how this machine should work.. nothing loaded and no visual flasheffect changed without myself adding dreaming to it. All went through in very slow space. I searched for some ambient music to aidymeditative travel.. wormridning... multiplewormholeriding... spaceporting seeing skins of silverscreen windows, imaginaty chrytall balls of my altar, some past squat where i've founded it, green gem i put in top of aura i made to contain the dream, thomas telling me he had done the same aura not knowing thet i had done it too.. thom coming down one day and showing his drawings of energytrees we've planted or were yet planning to plant, me putting up multiple sky poles, axis mundies, world trees, holy [m/f]ountains, parasol poles of skydomes, buddhist parasuits and weirdsuits of skanning darkly,,,, oh i'm forgetting to use any cap(ulasish?)s locks.. maybe i should so this would be easier to read if dream doesn't break trhought.. thought i'm sure that while i write this someone is travelling trought these realms i see/recall only glimbses of

so mind the dreamguage i'm using.. here: U <- this is for you who need these kind of beings AKJBDIORBRI
capälockians they are called. Atleast for now on, but i heard that name in my mind.. so to rewind a bit if you pardon my hifi-speak <<

Dreams of mountais, Don Juan of Andish dreaming, Rocky Mountains singing to concrete michrophone, Annapurna and Himalayash of secret schools, roots and illusions, guarded by yeataie who are both manifestation of our fears that buddhist guardians of akhasichs use to defend their schools,, and at the same time whole new (or rather ancient) form of semiterraan specie. Comicbookschools of Mandrake and Manara, illusion and transmitting box.. not at all borglike, but spacesent chrystallish and strong. Not easy to use and torturing to start with. 'i remember the bene'gesereettas now, oh it's so real' Like that domish machine prof-x uses for telepathic transmissions. It's the same globe, or atleast technology buildt on same princible they are using there. And while the bb in movie Brazil gets saved he still remains inside. Coffeyrealms with iä iä twist.. Hy-Brasil of celts and fairies, turning into Brasil of conqistadiors, meeting the dream of Amazonian snake and caapies. .. oh mist please do part. For this version of hy~Brasil seems so much a like another prison: tempest of prospero.. These Brasils are all the same: southamerican, celtatlantis and burocrautic world of aqfaag made into movie by gilliam terry (as pratchet) All prisoners of their own dreams.

So where to start. I'm not buying this low-off.virtual memory state. Haven't seen any text till i mentioned the mandrake root. Still i hear the sound of my fingers while music has stopped.. knowing now that every thought, evry clickish beat is dreamspek. Why must i fear for loosing this memory. For (oh cat appeard, it moved so slowly... or appeared out of nowhere) while i mentioned the cat text appeared also. Not many typoes is ee.. more while seeing the text. First cat brought couple of minutes of music, then the text.. afterwards the music pushed through couple of more mminutes. Even slow noises of nighttraffic and compfan are music now. As well as ghost pains of handache. So now i can go to sleep if the abyss falls too hard without rational fear that i can't find this memory anywhere..

so let's see.. more pragmatic approach (sigwraiths are whispering to mee)

smee glee blee thee pheeobe of chrystalball, fishshit of corraline loading tabballteslalavalike sphere of loading tabballteslalavalike sphere of loadiat's craddle and planet of cats where i r mist. Cat's craddle and planet of cats where i did build so many portals. In the squat ... and new york and frinds. In squat dream it was a marble,, kind of positive thought they need to return back to never neverland. Statue in the London. Song of Kula SDhaker. Ringo on the keybioards dancing. Where have these memories been hidden. I feel so Fizbannish now. King MOb listening to Kulas before hitting the five angled building. One wheeled bikes of circus and slum, Peter TOsh, Old Bikes of Prisnors NDS; LANDS OF DREAM THEMSELFS ALL islands, lands of dream themselfs, pocketc universes, [noow there seems to be some anamolies loop on the screen,, didn,'t write taball twice.. oh it came back,, time acts so funny,,, not like marsmeditation] some words seem to be missing.. tried to tell 'bout importanse of topasies for they are islands and worlds.,.,. Squatdreams under the green gem of annunaki, annually and anneon an neyour: year cicle. That is what i must break when able. For it is loop that grows only grey houses and business. I've seen where that future leads after 80 years,, some have come back from it to warn me,, or was it me going there in my dreams that I haven't remembered. So who must i feed with sig,, ahem cig.. if it's memory eating businessshark i won't do it.. if it's in spiritionioush spirit i'll do so

108 pearls on prayngbeads of four religions, buddhist, catholic, muslim and fourth.. . ... .. . . ... .. .. .

not yet, ocean guarding sharkspirits are better, for they guard memories for more noble reason, though they fear the change also,, funkysharks are another chapter of dreamy seventiesh, they've gone true the change of poisoned mothernightmare and exist outsideterraen time as ad i ams at once that it's hard to see my blindness dreams at once that it's hard to see my blindness dreams at once that it's hard to see my blindness

So what places there havve been:

some some dreamings of mountains: international squatdream, neptunian dreams of monasteries, hospitals, sanitariums and prisons... tranquill underwater peace of introspection... one of my favorite oceans..

Comical dreams of Lee Falk, Marc Anthon Matheu, Grant Morrison (I was listening Val while ago,, sounded like from astral weeks) and Manaras

Me and thomas studying the myths of sampo-poles and shamboes, me building an arch and erecting those axixses,, as well as moving the one with me.. thank god for parasols and spines these days. The shared moment that one morning where he showd me his plans of enrgy trees emaneting from surface and i knowing that we'd dreamed together, Joey getting lost into fair lands, Jihadish Oding meeting MeIsod in the same dwarwish sacred bar where we retell the mistakinsh of man in the first world.. Shakespearian thaetre of diskworld,,, lavalambs connetnecting as the gate and the jkey... girl named door,,, and waiting for traffic to hit the three sld billiardpool, twisting by it, channelswitch and billiardpool, twisting by it hbevouwbvue

last christ mess

tunnel of love

me getting lost into worm riding

lamplight with rhymes in it

no i can go for a cig

the station, that was where i wanted to start this (and all i can think of is the girl making movies while skating)