The Dream Magic Experiment

NOTE: Tibetan Meditation

An unknown place. Church nearby. Muddy. Path. Rained. The color of a rainy day. Travel. Quezon? QC? Left some stuff behind. Had to hurry and get them. CLothes, socks, bags. FOrest. Next stop. Too many. Chase. Shooting down. Plane helicopter.
Machine gun shooting. A huge tank-like thing. Arnold Schaawarngger. Banahaw path. Chase. Old woman. Corridor. Small town. Houses. Room. Small martial art master. Arnold surrendered.

Home. Cousins in Manila. Visited. A rich aunt and uncle. Incest. Polyamorous husband. Enter through the window. Pool. People swimming. Red shorts. I'm out on the living room. They're in my room, the guests. A key in the pool. A ? movie. Taft ave.

A battle. Heroes. Fighting a huge black spider. Travel. Death. Time travel. Pills for time traveling. A church.

I was in Bacolod. I was with a theater group. For some reason, they chose me (or I presented myself) for a play. A girl who looks familiar was writing poetry on the table. She's also the organizer or something.

We walked to a church, or a cathedral, where we're going to do the play. Emerald was there, also arranging stuff. Somebody told me that Grey is looking for me. I told (myself?) that no one else but Grey would know where I am when I disappear. But it seems that he's desperately looking for me.

Somehow, I was able to contact him. But he's over the "desperate" part already. He just asked me for the process/spell to turn into a zombie. I was doubtful, wondering why he wants it. While talking to him, I "saw" him (but he doesn't look the same). He's starting to transform into a zombie. I saw visions of yellowish ruins, and the blazing heat of the sun. A desert.

Then someone mentioned how he's now transforming into a zombie. I thought then that he'd also lose his consciousness. And I saw him rampage across town, and "we" saw him tearing a human apart, and we saw the bloody innards of the victim.

Then "he" walked "home." A countryside area. A farm. I was him, the "zombie" who is conscious, and not murderous.

I was in a church. There's a melon offering. Then an airplane offering? Like a toy. Then someone (or something) was possessed. I saw some people are asleep on the pews. Someone (me?) tried to exorcise the evil spirit. It was successful, but then the great-great grandparent of the evil spirit rose up, and possessed the whole church building. The whole congregation ran away.

I was somewhat the building, but this within the town. I was with some companions. I was on a bridge-wall. I was looking at a dome building. The whole town is being possessed now. Yellow mood. We ran further.

I was looking at the whole town from afar. We planned something to destroy the whole town. I saw it destroyed, but then it regenerates. We cooked and ate from afar, but in view of the town. A guy arrived and cooked fried rice for us.

I was in a van with some people, going somewhere. We arrived. Just the two of us. Me and a woman. We arrived at a house, up in the mountains of nowhere. We set up the house. It feels lonely, but it feels safe, and away from any trouble. I then wondered what to eat for dinner, so I asked my companion. We're going out to buy food. I walked to the back of the house; it looked like a mini forest, and dark. Like the "back" of the town I'm in, hidden "behind" our elementary school. I commented how it feels like a good place. She complained saying there's no TV/electricity. I walked down the front stairs and found that the "stair" (a pile of flat stones) is unstable.

As we walked out (afternoon?) of the house, and seeing the view of the countryside of grasses and visible houses from afar, I told her she can read books. As we walked down the dirt road towards the perpendicular cemented road, she complained that everything is far from everything else. I told her she could use the exercise.

We walked up the street to the van and bus terminal. There are a lot of stores there, like a marketplace. I commented how, if we brought a dog, it will be lonely, because I/we are traveling.

We went into a pharmacy. Now she's a "he." She bought some stuff. One looked like a pineapple head. I asked if that's dinner. He said no, that's a baby. I looked at it again, and it looked like a freaky head of a baby. I asked if he wanted one, why don't we just get one (?), and he hesitated, like he realized the truth in my statement.

Then I saw a mask, like a gas mask for the asthmatic, fly when a doctor overdid something. Or rather, it floated to the right. I saw him get it, and again, did something wrong. He said something about cheap apparatus not working properly, and how it's better to get expensive ones that work dependably. I thought he was just saying it out loud for people to buy more expensive ones and for him to earn more.

I went outside and saw down the beach from afar, but saw it up close. There are people swimming in the clear, blue water. Then I my view went back to the top of the countryside, and from afar, I saw the clouds and mountains. The sky is red and orange, the mountains black, and I saw an image of a man holding back two mountains on either side of him that are about to fall on top of him. Red lightning danced all over him. I thought, I should have brought my camera for this!

The name Labaw Donggon came mind. I hear the roar of thunder as the man struggled.

I was at home, near our smaller gate, with some of our family. I found a small, blue fish flying along the plants, like a butterfly. I tried touching it. It flew behind me, and I felt it's nozzle push me in the ears, only to find it was actually our dog, and the fish keeps flying/floating. Our dog pawed at it gently, and some of the fish's "hair" fell off, but it's still floating. It flew up to the sky. Someone said that there are a lot of them living in Utah?

A flashback.

I was looking at a Latino-looking boy, around 8-years-old. He was pushing a cart filled with "balut" (the flying blue fishes' eggs that they lay on the forest trees, found in Mexico/Utah?) on a dirt road, and everywhere I see trees, but not very dense. More like a tropical place.

Two kids of about the same age (and also Latino-looking) appeared in front of him. He left his cart and charged at them. I assumed he fought them, although I didn't see any fight. There were two more kids behind him, and they took his (?) mop.

Afterwards, I see the two kids who appeared first take the cart. I didn't know what happened to the kid pushing the cart.

I was in a church. Somehow, I thought it was in Mexico. The kid was there. He grew up, although now he looks Caucasian. He was tall, like a teenager. Then he became small, as if at will, back to his own age-height, but still very Caucasian. He was looking for the book he left in the cart. I forgot the book title, but the author's Michael Frankl, or something. I saw the edge of the book stacked somewhere, and the cover color theme looks like that of Dianetics.

There was a pastor in the center, and somehow I sensed he was one of the kids who took the cart. He's now quoting and plagiarizing the book.

I was in a mall. Running or escaping within the mall. There were securities. I was going down an escalator. I passed by the "owner." Somehow reminds me of Mark Zuckerberg. A repeat of the scene. I was with some friends. We entered a church inside the mall. Then I was seeing a park, with benches. A few people. Orange lights and shadows. There was a person.