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Morning of May 14, 2014. Wednesday.



The first part of my dream was quite interesting in a personal sense and was like a “breakthrough” event which I have not had at such a deep level for some time, I think, especially as it had sort of “clever” associations with some other recent dreams. (For example, a recent dream featured the term “Kill Zone” and this one had “Send Zone” as part of the last event. For a long time, my dreams have sometimes had concepts that repeated in twos for two days in a row, or sometimes threes; for example, the patting someone on the upper back from their left, stuffed animals as a possible “threat”, and several others.) Also, it related to my wife’s dream of the same time period in a very deep and unusual way (relating to the “other” apparently and some sort of energy sent back through time).

I am not sure of the location or address (it seems to change several times, actually) but I am with my family. There is some mail that is piled on the bed for some reason, both opened and unopened. Some of it is old junk mail, I think, which has supposedly remained unopened for quite some time. I pick one larger envelope up and feel something hard inside that is thicker than paper would be. When I open it, I discover that it is a plaquette similar to the one in some ways that I have had from a very young age in Arcadia (and still have on the wall now; it had been left behind in the post office as unopened “junk mail” by a member of the “other’s” family). Instead of the tan/pale brown, though, it is pale blue. The motif is a bit different, the surface is smoother, and the message is different and somewhat shorter. Unfortunately, I do not remember exactly what it was, though it might have been “Count your blessings, not your sorrows”, I think - and at one point the plaquette is oriented perpendicular to the other one in that the message is longways (what you would call “landscape” as opposed to “portrait” in graphics terms). Still, it seems the finding is great - being very important, and seems like some sort of deep immersion into the Source, almost like finding a personal treasure that you had all along.

Near the end of my dream, which I will write before the middle of it, there is some sort of blog on the Internet that talks about different religions and “fabrications” - similar to the theme of fabricating dreams in some ways. (Although it was published on February 24, 2012, I had never seen it before, so this turned out to be precognitive for me relative to the usage of the word “zone” and some of its associations in the actual article - as well as my wife’s experience relating to someone being her friend only if she gave them snacks - and it included the picture of the exact same plaquette I found as a child, which I found intriguing but of the usual “precognitive energy” and familiar validation feelings I have experienced day to day since early childhood.)



In my dream there is also talk about the “Send Zone” as related to the Source (although the real-life blog was similar to the one in my dream, it was not exactly the same throughout - it was a bit more “generic” as well as slightly political regarding world affairs), which is implied to be like an egg-shaped (or teardrop-shaped) realm of bright blue light. I am trying to work out the liminal area or “threshold”, but it seems sort of ambiguous in concept - as if I am always “already there” - somewhat like trying to work out from a map how to get to a certain location when you already are in that location and there are no boundaries or individual aspects - hard to explain - or like holding “a glass of water” under the surface of a lake. It is difficult to relate because I feel such an understanding of “oneness” that there does not seem to be any sort of “division” (or separation of any kind) and it almost seems as futile as someone trying to find the “border” of where a light in a room slightly changes in midair - or, “everything inside the circle is the same as everything outside the circle”. The blog seems to represent some sort of confirmation. I feel quite “giddy” and blissful, filled with positive energy. Then again, I did do about six hours of intense imagery projection and affirmative meditation prior and reached a point of clarity that actually seemed stronger than at any prior time in my life.

The middle part of my dream was quite bizarre and went through several changes. Firstly, I seem to be in the front yard (northeast corner) of the King Street boarding house. There is some sort of very large three-tiered anthill which seems more like a man-made structure. It also seems like some sort of composite flower-petal-themed circular water fountain structure (without the water) and like a merry-go-round or carousel (but not turning). To my right is a bookcase-like structure (with three vertical divisions and at least four horizontal “shelves”) that the ants somehow created or utilized in a special way. There is one compartment where the ants are keeping their eggs. Another compartment holds at least six dead mice (of different random colors including white, brown, and black) lying mostly on their sides on top of each other and are being stored for food. At this point, the ants might have spider-like attributes, because I sense the mice were captured and stored by some sort of webbing. I notice a few ants come up from the ground and I somehow “pet” them without incident.

Then, I am suddenly aware that this place is actually “also” a large “mouse nest”. Several mice playfully come near me from the center of the “fountain” structure and I pet them as they scurry about. They are of several different colors including browns and grays. Some of them seem more tame than others. This is quite vivid and pleasing.

Later, the construct is now some sort of three-dimensional clothing catalog, primarily featuring beachwear and sunglasses and such. There are images of dark-haired girls (on three different tiers of this holographic “catalog” or supposed commercial display) in very unusual multicolored bikinis that seem to implement various complex tiki pole designs over the front of their body. For example, the top part (or bra) might represent the “eyes” of the tiki pole, with strings coming down and crisscrossing - with additional cloth forming a complex colorful “nose” and then the bikini bottom completing the “tiki pole” with the mouth area of the tiki shown or the hands going across or both in the print. This seems like an entirely new concept and a modern fashion statement and each design is quite different.

Finally, in the last part of the middle section, the construct changes into some sort of different store display, yet belongs to us - and we now seem to be at our present home. It seems almost like a giant three-tiered buffet display or cake stand, while still seeming like a water fountain or merry-go-round structure. There are several slight depressions in the “petal” structures (one in each “petal”) all around, that hold various items in each, most of which I find to be older View-Master reels, some in sets of three (most separated from the old-style packets) and some singular “demo” reels of the kind that used to come with the View-Master itself. I ask my youngest son if he had seen some of them, but he apparently has not. There seems to be something about not mixing them with the others until they have been ordered and viewed the first time.

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it's been a long while since i've actively tried to lucid dream. the last couple years have been a bit of a blur, as i was in a dark place. I can recall becoming lucid in a few dreams from the fewer i ever recalled having. pot wasnt very conducive to my memory.

i've been trying the last three days to induce a lucid and i managed to incubate it enough to have one today

awake
thoughts
dream
lucid

i'm taking a nap but i wake up only to find im in my van. wait, i didn't go to sleep in a van.
here we go.
i decide to take flight, but upon gaining lucidity my vision goes and i can't see anything. i can feel myself vibrate as i ascend through the van's roof. everything is still black and doesnt seem like its going to change so

i wake up

i guess i forgot to try stabilizing, maybe that would have helped.

i go back to sleep only to have a couple non lucid dreams that i don't recall

I had a dream that my family and I were traveling to some sort of event (it may have been the Kentucky Derby or some wine tasting sort of thing). The place at which we arrived was composed of rolling hills and vineyards as far as the eye could see. I'm a bit hazy on the order of the events, but i can remember that I traveled down into an underground shoppe beneath the rolling hills (sort of like a Hobbit home). It was rather quaint and had many strange items which appeared hand made and wooden in nature. There was only one other person in the shoppe besides me: a young woman with brown hair who was running the place it seemed. It is strange in dreams how you can possess an inexplicable attraction to a simple projection of your subconscious; such was the case in this dream of mine. I was drawn to her, and for some unknown reason, I felt the need to speak with an Irish accent to her. Somehow, I was convinced that this would attract her to me, and it did. We kissed and embraced and so forth. (It was so strangely vivid, and i can recall my emotions in the dream almost perfectly still. I imagine this vividness was due to my rather large consumption of apple juice before going to bed that night.) The last thing I remember about the dream was my sisters, who were digging in a part of the underground shoppe for some unknown reason. That's about all I can remember. Isn't it amazing how wonderfully random and creative dreams can be? It seems you can't consciously make this stuff up. So beautiful, one of the mysteries of life.

#315 - DEILD/OBE - 4:14AM

I wake and go to DEILD mode. I focus on relaxing my body and soon vibrations start. They are really weak at first but the more I relax and focus the deeper I get. I feel my body fade away as I focus on lifting up and out. As I transition I feel forces pull and turn me this way and that. There is some fear that astral beings are attacking me but I remember that the cause of this is that I have been reading too much nonsense in search of a more consistent technique for WILD. I tell myself that this is all in my mind and focus on seeing. I have the sensation of slowly opening my eyes and find myself standing over my night stand. I look at my hands as they rest there. I begin hand rubbing as I make my way out of the house. Darkness returns and I try voice commands. In a rich, velvety radio voice I loudly say, "Stabilization now. Visualization now." as I peer into the darkness.

I am now standing on my front porch. It seems to be a bright sunny day and I take a look around. I notice that though my vision has cleared I am still a little nearsighted. I turn to explore and see the neighbors north of me now have a larger house made of brick. I see a man in the yard doing some type of work. He looks a little like CL but I don't think I know him. I walk over to him and shake his hand. I say, "Hi. How are you?"
He responds something pleasant but I am not listening. I am focused on how solid and real his hand feels in mine. I see something like a short square sliding glass patio door on the side of his house. I tell the man, "I am going to phase through your window now." The man seems really nervous and afraid as he follows as I dive, phasing through the glass. I look behind me. He has to physically open the small window/door and climb in.

I notice that I am standing on hardwood flooring that is in the process of being refinished. The fresh stain feels wet on my bare feet. The man seems upset about it so I tell him, "It's okay. I'm a ghost." I feel that should explain everything and wonder off to explore the house.

In the next room I see something like an open dumbwaiter. There's a little girl in an old fashioned dress playing in it. I feel like I should say something to her but all I think of is, "Give me a high five, nigga." I put my hand out and the girl tries to slap it but she goes right through me. I decide not to get caught up on this so I move on. I come to something like a kitchen/dining area. There's a weird spot were there is not enough room to walk past the oven without falling into a low section of the living room. I barely get past and suddenly feel mentally fatigued. I have a strange feeling like all of this is too hard to hold in my mind and I am forced to let it go as I wake up.

The Interview - NLD - 6ish

I later have a non lucid that the night shift lead, Lucy, is at the Joplin Globe having a job interview in the front lobby. I am sitting in a rocking chair feeling very sleepy. I close my eyes to dose off but shake myself awake. There is something on the TV. The interviewer seems very impressed with Lucy and hints that she is pretty much hired. "But first lets make this look good on paper." He gives her forms to fill out and asks her more questions. I do some visual awareness noticing Lucy's face. The details are very vivid with no abnormalities. The TV is demanding my attention now. I see Johnathan Taylor Thomas in a Santa suit. I find this odd but my wife walks up and explains it all. "Christmas in July." I wake to the alarm.