Blue_Opossum

Morning of December 23, 2013. Monday.



I have decided to place this dream into the “I have no brain” category, along with a much older one I have already written on where I used a digital sampling keyboard to play a special affirmation - and when it worked and I went into an extremely vivid, lucid dream, I spent the entire dream trying to find the source of the real-life sound to turn it off so that I could continue with my dream… It takes a very “special” level of futility regarding such experiences. However, I do now use certain types of audio with self-spoken special affirmations (when I choose to - I still prefer trying to hold mental states without any aid or “tools” of any kind to get ever stronger in that department - tens of thousands of times more powerful than what appears to be mostly a nonsensical placebo effect with so-called i-dosing and binaural beats, which is basically fraud for the amazingly gullible) that produce extremely precise visual and physical patterns within hypnagogic states (what people fail to understand is that it is about specific word phrasing - not a particular sound, frequency, or “beat”, which is rather absurd as the brain does not work that way - if it did, most of humanity would be controlled by random birdsong and other sounds) - something which mostly no other person (relative to commercial products), that I know of, knows anything about (other than my wife and a few select friends from my past) - which can only be a good thing.

One of my last dreams (“Agates and holograms”) had an additional layer of composite precognition (in addition to my wife actually having looked at new holograms at the mall without my knowledge), as most do at one level or another - and is so common, it often goes unnoticed or “unremarkable” and thus not written about even in summary (although I am trying to break that lifelong habit) - as precognition and highly detailed prophetic consciousness has been a continuous day to day driving force in my life since just prior to birth. In this case, the additional precognitive element of that dream involved my brother actually posting a series of photographs on Facebook, on my own timeline (as in my dream), for the first time ever, even though we have both been on Facebook for years. One of the images was me at around age five playing with a husky (supposed wolf-hybrid, apparently) - and another, a bit older, sitting at a table with a large open stamp album. When the real-life event unfolded much as in my dream, the link did not even come to mind until later - which should be a hint as to how common and “normal” precognition is for me. It is much like breathing or food digestion in my opinion.

Anyway, on to this dream. I appear to be at a computer in some sort of chat room (which I have hardly ever been on in real life in my lifetime), but the overall look is similar to a group-type page as on Facebook and the messages from the sender (account-holder) appear as stylized windows with various fancy writing in as opposed to just straight lines of text - although the one responding (in this case, me) sees their own messages appear as mostly just lines of text. I appear to be engaged in conversation with a younger female tulpa (I do not actually see her at any point even on the screen) regarding potential healing sessions, musical ideas, gags about “normal” humans, mental development, and so on.

In a short time, I notice that a large thinner section of skin has separated from the back of my hand; fully, evenly, and perfectly. The back of my hand has a large and perfectly circular wound that looks much like watermelon (without the seeds). However, it does not hurt much. The tulpa tells me that if I hold the skin that came off over the wound that my hand will go back to normal in a short time. This does not seem to work, though. I have a thin white square piece of cloth by which the circular section of skin sticks to the cloth and will not stay attached to where it was separated from. I am not quite sure how she knows about my problem and do not remember actually typing such a message, and what comes next is rather futile. (In real life, only after waking, not prior to sleep, I did notice how a very small circular wound on the left side on my right pinkie was causing that small area to be a bit sore).

A seemingly second message (after the coherent one regarding what to do about the wound - which may have come about as a result of weeding) appears onscreen that is mostly made up of “baby words” - that is - the kinds of nonsensical phrases that an adult says to a baby to “entertain” them or get their attention. I make out some of the pattern, which appears in a highly stylized window with a floral theme, as something like “coo coo fizzle fitz coo coo gooey fitz oh my goo goo foo foo fitz fizzle” or very similar. I am not quite sure what to make of this. I try to type a response, but all that comes out is random letters, apparently because my hand is wounded.

I send about half the messages I type, but give up on half because there are too many random letters interspersed with the intended words. Most sentences, I attempt to type correctly several times over. After about ten minutes of not being able to focus enough to get any words correct, I receive the message, “Are you still there? I am waiting. "I simply cannot type because of my "injured” hand, it seems.

So, using the ever futile “dream logic”, I try to type “I cannot type because the sore on my hand prevents me from typing”. That makes no sense, does it? I end up giving up because I cannot even get the first few words to come out correctly.

I then spend the next ten minutes or so trying to type “I cannot type”…(oh brother)…assuming the “conversation” will still continue in a coherent or productive, possibly enriching manner. There are a few other messages onscreen that relate to wondering if I am still there or needing anything. The tulpa seems extraordinarily patient (long after most people would have went on to do something else), but then, they have to be, to serve the dreamer unconditionally.

Finally, I decide that attempting to type and send “my hand” (hoping that somehow that message will be fully understood) might be doable. I type something close to “mjyjo hkajndjp” and send it, growing weary of the events after a seeming half-hour, at least.

As a result, the tulpa finally starts solely typing equally indiscernible gibberish and sends a small banner-like horizontally-scrolling, somewhat sketchy cartoon of the old-style Kewpie dolls having some sort of co-operative can-can dance across the screen amidst randomly falling flower and snowflake patterns.

The failure, overall, seems more related to my distorted in-dream hand-eye coordination rather than having a hurt hand. However, it is also as if certain keys change their letter values at times as soon as I type them.

Morning of November 23, 1991. Saturday.



Status: Solved

It was not until sometime around perhaps late 1991 that we (Zsuzsanna and I) began to realize that everything around us seemed encoded for whatever reason as we had already realized our own connections (and though certain other people were aware of this as well, they were quite manipulative). This was one of those really odd dreams I had to look deeper into and, interestingly enough, was more obvious than many others I had.

My dream starts out about as vividly and realistically rendered as a dream can be. I am lucid, but have a vague idea that I “really” am near the ocean in late morning somehow if only in my dream body (though the concern I sometimes have about where my real body is or what it is doing is far less pronounced). I sense the presence of an entity that seems to be nearby in the form of an “invisible” ball of water. After a short time, I ask the being what his name is.

“Isaiah!” he says, loudly and dramatically. I feel the energy of the ocean’s movement and it actually feels like a “superior” being is present (which is quite rare in my dreams relative to any level of uncertainty about how to proceed). I am very glad that this is occurring. I think about asking questions of this being since it seems to be very ancient and wise.

However, after a time, the vividness starts to decay and the presence lessens in perceived power somewhat, eventually becoming rather mundane in feeling and sounding more like an ordinary man speaking, albeit with slight authority. He starts talking about the Lord and various names of the Lord, using the word “holy” several times (and almost all of what he is saying seeming to be passages from the Bible, perhaps as related by a somewhat distracted televangelist), but clarity is beginning to fade and I become annoyed at how generic and impersonal his speaking becomes when compared to the seeming direct contact during the first part of my dream, though that was probably the fault of a consciousness shift.

As he is speaking more and more impersonally, I seem to jump to a different location and see continuous skewed imagery of a cow looking at me. Sometimes the imagery actually moves completely sideways as if I am watching a film that got scrambled (or a dynamic three-dimensional photograph that is rotating), as I am seemingly not moving at all - only the angle of what I am seeing is moving. It seems odd looking at this random cow while listening to someone quote random passages from the Bible - his voice seeming more hesitant and unsure as time passes - and it all begins to puzzle me as well as irritate me somewhat. I eventually wake thinking about how “pointless” the last part of my dream was. I mostly saw it as a warning against religion and in not becoming a cow as such and still stand by that interpretation at some levels.

What I had since learned is how easy it was to interpret. The cow of course, was a representation of Hathor, a variation of my wife’s surname. Also, silly me, I had not realized it came from “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)” by the Eurythmics (always wondered about that cow scene). The sledgehammer is the symbol of one of my family lines (”I’d rather be a hammer than a nail”). The Hammer is also the symbol of creation when the One struck the surface of the life pool and each droplet from the splash became an individual human consciousness, no longer “as one”.

Now, granted, I was doing a lot of other decoding and such at this time and did not really pay much attention to this dream. Even in noticing the title had “Dream” (“mirrored” in audio reversal) and “Sweet” (“twos” or “deuce” depending on how you want to hear it and being doubly layered with the heart symbol as such), I was not too interested. Of course, their other song at the time was “I Could Give You A Mirror”. Well, how obvious can you get? “The original recording’s main instrumentation featured a sequenced analog synthesizer riff, which Stewart accidentally discovered in the studio when he played a bass track backwards.” Oh…that obvious. Holy cow.