Caden

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4-23-2011

Dream 1: Accounting Gold

I am in an accounting class but not in a boring classroom but in a theater and instead of using boring numbers we are counting gold ingots! Except for two, all of ours are small ingots from 10 oz to odd amount coins. We had little tables that came out of the theater’s seats to put our gold on. There was a lot of gold around and no one to watch us; I was amazed at this and thought how easy it would be to slip a ingot into my pocket without anyone ever seeing. This however was outside my personal moral code. I kept looking over the ingots and liking the feel of them, and how heavy they were for their little size, and marveling over how much these little things were worth.

Then everyone started cleaning up it was time to go and class was over. I scooped up the various gold items into our thick blue zippered sack. I then walked out like you walk out of a movie between those seats that are too close together.

Someone pointed out a gold coin on the floor that someone had dropped. For a second I thought ‘hmm, no one has a claim on this coin it could be lost, maybe I could stick it in my pocket. No that would look bad even if I wasn’t really stealing.’

I followed the class out into the hallway carrying my heavy sack and the gold coin. The class started to blend into the hundreds of people out in this hallway and I had no idea where this class’s room was.

I lost all the class’s people and spent about 10 minutes walking around holding that gold till I realized it just didn’t matter anymore.

I spent another 20 minutes or so walking around this huge building looking for that class. There was every conceivable type of career at work in the building, nurses, teachers, office workers, lawyers (they had a cool suite hallway, with mahogany walls and doors, where the lights where very dim just enough to look cool and so you could see comfortably), there was even a hair salon. I was the only one walking between all these; everyone else seemed to see nothing but their own career place.

I felt like I could take on any one of these careers if I simply thought I was in that career, it was almost like the place would ask me if I was one of the types that populated that area (career person or customer).

I got really tired of searching for the class and gave up.



Dream 2: Flying Experiments
The actual happenstances that took place during this dream are unimportant. The important aspects are the specific experiments and their results.
I knew this was a dream and decided to try different flying techniques.



The first technique I tried I have had luck with before; I talked to my subconscious self. “I want to go faster. No faster than that! OK I don’t care how, just as fast as possible!” WOOSSSSH!!! All kinds of trees and buildings wiz by!

This technique definitely works but is unpredictable and often too slow or too fast and it is usually hard to stop at the right point.


Next, I tried to use the point I wanted to arrive at as a pull. Thinking that ‘I want to go there’ but it works all too well getting you there and flying but at your normal height and speed, just like walking but flying. This takes way too long but I have great results stopping exactly where I intended. This also takes very little concentration to carry out and keep up. This is great in large crowds and over small distances. You’re going to lightly bump some people in a large crowd but I found that was OK as long as they weren’t hostile.


Then I tried the run and jump Superman style, this worked very well but was hard to speed up from the speed I started at. Very good to change height and got a lot of height too.

Then I tried to make things up on the “fly”, while flying around I tried stuff but the best was a fist push or swing. You punch or swing your fist forward as fast as you intend to go. This forceful act tells your mind the force at which you want to travel, as well as, seeing your fist move fast which is nearly as you want to go. I got great forceful speed out of this and great directionality, stopping was as simple as pulling my fist back and putting my feet down. I actually stopped faster than I usually ever do, and though there was some sneakers skidding on the ground, it worked very quickly.

This was the best technique I have tried and after flying into a middle school at breakneck speeds I decided it was time to wake up and record this technique but then I heard a administrator type yell to my direction “Check in is in the office!” A couple of parents and myself walked into the office and I immediately realized that I had no one in mind to see, what would I say was my purpose here? The secretary, whether a DC or a dreamer, was probably going to see me as a threat.
The secretary was blathering away to a parent “Oh yes! Oh yes, that’s great!” while I fumbled around with the write in-sheet.
There were 2 eagle pins on the top of the page and I took one off and looked at it. I felt this was a good time to disappear and wake up but as the dream started to fade I remembered that pin in my hand. Would the pin disappear with my disappearance? That would not be right if someone really like it so I concentrated back on the dream’s visuals, and once fully back in the dream, I put the pin back on the paper. I looked at it and marveled at the realistic details but had to get out of there before the secretary started to talk to me and things got crazy.

a
March 1, 2011

I think this peanut butter I am eating for increased vividness is not only working very well it is helping me increase my recall. This first dream is very long and is chaotic which is characteristic of dreams earlier in the night which usually are not remembered. Nothing lucid though.

Dream 1 : Train of Destruction
There was some random stuff going on before this.
It was dark at night and I could barely see things happening. This was a place like Alaska in the summer, rural, tons of pine trees, and small town feeling. Me and some of the malcontents of the small rural town created a crazy rail-mega-truck thing. The center was a rail car that had old trucks connected to it on both sides, it was huge and we got it to go really fast and then burst off the track into the woods busting itself and anything in its way to hell. This was done just outside of town and may have killed people but we obviously didn’t care, the town’s people were scum. I felt bad at this feeling after thinking about it, ‘would I feel OK if there was a little girl killed in there?’ I decided to get away from what we had done and the jerks doing it by leaving town.
Under the few street lights I saw police cars looking cars over looking for the people that created that crash in the woods. They saw me but let me pass so I figured they didn’t know me or my car yet.
I am now in the dark metal like room and there is a guy there trying to calm me. He says something about “it taking effect soon” and figure I have been drugged somehow. There is a metal chair that looks like people could be strapped into it and I have to wonder if I have been made to talk about what happened before.
Then I am in a New York suburb in an empty lot. The lot is surrounded by apartment buildings and a typical chain link fence. There is an oldish guy looking like a retiree sipping iced tea in his lounge chair on his tiny back porch. I went over to him and he said something like he was impressed with my progress. Then I feel that he and others have “made me” like I am some kind of clone. I plan to escape. Figuring he may know what I would plan to do I do something totally random and ad lib and I run to the other side of the lot and then hide down under the very tall weeds and crawl to the other corner. When I come up there are 2 women looking for me frantically. The leader of the 2 says regretful “we were stressing him” to make me better. I ran out of the lot at inhuman speeds and out to the street. I had no idea where this was even though the lot I just came from seemed oddly familiar. I took a right and ran up the street than I started walking fast to not attract attention. I knew I had to get more distance between me and those people in the lot. Passing some shops and pubs to my right there was a street corner just up ahead. Then I recognized the guy on the corner [Charlie Sheen], could he be one of “them?” He was talking to other on the corner and turned to see me and nodded at me knowingly. His nod was one of ‘I got your back’ but I was too paranoid to care and ducked in the door I was at when he nodded at me. It was dark in here I could barely see anything but rushed down the hallway. Then at the end the light was visible and I recognized this as what I call ‘proximity light’ which is light that is only visible at a certain distance, a dream world invention and a little extra vividness entered the dream, I was more clear now. I hurriedly opened the door at the end of the hallway and slammed the door shut but it didn’t close but I didn’t care too much I had to get to the phone. There was a guy standing there reading the paper like he was minding the place [he was dressed in 1930s brown pants and suspenders and vertical stripped dress shirt] he just moved out of my way. There was a box on the wall that held the phone I pulled out the one piece ear piece to the old phone and was worried that I couldn’t say something into the phone and put it to my ear and looked for the piece you talk into. Before anything else, I heard a voice on the other side say in acknowledgement “I got the car”. I knew I get my way out and instantly calmed down.

This was in a wooden wall box.

Darkness

Dream 2: 2 Pink Fro’s
I was looking at 2 strange looking guys all in pink. They where white guys with huge pink afros, pink shirts, pink pants and shoes. There faces were made up to look peach colored in an artificial way. They just stood there looking like there was a camera watching them, posing.

Darkness

Dream 3: Washing a Boat
I was washing a boat in a dream world that was very familiar to me. I had some friends that came into a lot of money but never showed it too much but this was a dream world created to express their desire to flaunt their riches. In their driveway they had a Cadillac and an expensive boat up on the trailer thing. I was washing it and getting paid of course but it was ridiculously easy and fun to be around so much wealth. Then the father of this wealthy family came out to see a friend of his [I have no idea who this guy is] and after saying pleasantries,
Friend: “how’s it going these days?”
Rich guy: “not bad, just have some gambling debts to pay off.”
The friend didn’t answer knowing that there was probably going to be a mention of money.
Rich guy: “You wouldn’t mind loaning me some money would you?”
Friend: “No I really don’t have any money after my family.”
Rich guy: Smiles, like a mob boss, knowing that now he knows he can lightly threaten the “friend’s” family to coerces him to give the loan.

Darkness

Dream 4: Gold Tea Strainers
I am seeing gold tea strainers that look a little like little globes of vertical lines. I can feel they are 99% gold and like looking at them and moving them in my hand.

Wow didn't know these existed till I Googled them!
I knew what they were but kept thinking they look like earrings. Getting a good look at them again I can see why.

There were 3 more very short dreams which I didn’t feel were worthy getting up to record.