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    Blue_Opossum

    "You see that Cycad Palm"

    by , 07-20-2015 at 08:17 PM (609 Views)
    Night of July 20, 2015 Monday.



    I meet the “mystery girl”, the life-long “dream girl” at an apartment building (where her half-brother is living at the time) - the building with the same name as my middle name near a road with the same name as my first name; neither name being very common and certainly not that popular with mainstream society. I walk up to her taking in the layout of the building on the second floor, the railing, her beautiful smile. “Now you know for sure. That I really care for you. Only the eye can tell you why”.

    The dream girl came from a place called Heaven. She lived in an unlikely house with exterior walls missing, like a cutaway view of a house as I saw in my dreams as a child; a rainforest girl, born on Friday the Thirteenth. She was the flower girl in a Nimbin event. The Cowsills sing “I love the flower girl. Was she reality or just a dream to me?” She was across the ocean though I always could feel her and sometimes tried to make the journey in my dreams. “Nimbin” is an imaginary place, a classmate tells me.

    “What time is it when the clock strikes thirteen?” it says on the back of a paperback book of ghost stories. “Time to get a new clock,” writes my sister on the cover in blue ink.

    “Why did you…?” I start to say to the “mystery girl”. Why did she copy the drawing of the only other person I suspected might actually exist on this planet in a way that brought on the blue light. She looked over my right shoulder on my desk in her moment of lucidity, the drawing of which she mentally took back with her to copy so that I knew something was going on when she sent it to me years later upon discovering she was real. The dream girl and the “other” (the one who originally drew the image) both had similar first names (Susan and Zsuzsanna/Suzi) and their last names; both seven letters, and vowels and consonants in the same sequence, probably not that important in the scheme of things

    “I’ve got the key, I’ve got the secret,” sing the Urban Cookie Collective. “Come with me see a brand new day”, Yothu Yindi sing. Meeting my partner is the biggest joy ever, especially seeing her as the most beautiful girl on the planet since early childhood…Roma Hungarian (gypsy) but with an intriguing and unique Roma-Australian accent.

    I mishear “you see that cycad palm” as “you see that psychic come”. When I learn of the real lyrics, I smile inwardly. It is a good thing. “Psychics” cannot exist because the Source will have none of it. The Source cannot be controlled, named, poked, or prodded. You might as well try to control how your food digests, molecule by molecule.

    I look at her in the mirror (as if I was looking at my own reflection) just prior to her contact. “…and if it sounds a bit upside-down, it’s from down under…” The cassette is my first treasure from her.

    My bride is the only voice I could ever hear more deeply inside of me (and it turns out that she was the one that told me things as I was growing up - such as the package of books in the mail that had been split open and left on a desk downstairs from my apartment before I got to my boarding house and their exact arrangement in an impossible visual “memory” - yet this was also somehow like a feminine memory and her voice at the same time), the only one who can bring the blue light within me, it seems. The only other one who seems to exist with me.

    “Blue flame!” shouts my brother-in-law looking at me as if for the first time and twists his head around in his arm chair, almost straining his neck, to see if other people are looking my way. He says he sees “blue fire burning” around my head and shoulders. A few minutes later, he is himself again, short-term amnesia taking root as it always does with “normal” people.

    I look upon the face of my “imaginary girl” and her visage is of the same beauty as before we met. The same unique voice and accent - since April 9th, 1994, the 99th day of that year.

    Have others, somewhere at some point in human history, lived as I have…or even understood as I have, the makings of their own place in the universe, and where every little pattern and idea that exists seems to be specially designed for the self as some sort of clue or hint? There are no records of such that I know of. Skepticism. Anger. Jealousy. Short-term amnesia. Nervous doubt. Fear of the unknown. This is what makes people human. I have to remember that others are like chicks in eggs. I have to remember that even as a young child, adults were like chicks in eggs to me. Everything I saw around me was ridiculously deceitful but unable to sway what I knew. All those frustrated people of my past watch me walk away.
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    Updated 06-12-2022 at 06:32 AM by 1390

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    1. JadeGreen's Avatar
      934 DJ entries and 7 posts?

      Second of all, I've been wondering, where do you get the images for your dream journal. I know some of them are just stock pics, but I remember others (I think it was hedgehog Godzilla or something) looked like a professional movie poster. Do you Photoshop them or something?

      Have others, somewhere at some point in human history, lived as I have…or even understood as I have, the makings of their own place in the universe, and where every little pattern and idea that exists seems to be specially designed for the self as some sort of clue or hint? There are no records of such that I know of. Skepticism. Anger. Jealousy. Short-term amnesia. Nervous doubt. Fear of the unknown. This is what makes people human. I have to remember that others are like chicks in eggs. I have to remember that even as a young child, adults were like chicks in eggs to me. Everything I saw around me was ridiculously deceitful but unable to sway what I knew. All those frustrated people of my past watch me walk away.
      I think that this is very wise of you to believe, particularly for oneironauts. Oneironauts can be led to believe that they are sort of the best, since, in a lucid dream, we are kind of the center of the universe. Its hard not to foster that disposition that we are special or different from anyone else. In a sense, we are different from everyone else, because everyone dreams vastly differently, but in that same sense, we are all roughly the same, because we are all lucid dreamers.

      Though I don't think you should not let others sway what you know. I always listen and consider what others say, but with a grain of salt. This goes for everyone: my parents, my friends, my teachers, even my dream guide. I always keep in mind that they might just be full of BS, and instead form my opinions based upon my own senses and intuition rather, only using others word as modest consideration and guidance.

      Though I think more important than knowing how much to weigh others' input is knowing to vary your sources.
    2. Blue_Opossum's Avatar
      Thank you for your comment though this dream was simply a rehash of real facts and events, mainly from 1991, a bit like directly looking inside memories. My images, mostly stock as you say, other than my own photographs at times, are just quickly put together, or slightly changed when needed, with an old program called PolyView and I sometimes use the graphics editor in Foxit PDF Editor as well as the one in CrytaPix depending on what I want to do, which usually isn't that much of a change as there's usually already an image to come fairly close to a dream setting or feature.

      Those seven forum posts (with the possible exception of one or two) were mostly from years ago just before the site went down that time, and I've only just lately been adding a lot of entries from my drive (mostly non-lucid or semi-lucid). I usually don't understand what people are saying regarding dream "facts" at all (regardless of my lifelong journalism and study) so have resisted the urge to debate in any way or give example, as no one believes it anyway (the capability of belief doesn't exist - I know this from experience) and as long as we've had validation and happiness, it doesn't matter. There's not a single thing people would believe (publicly) because it's human nature. No one has ever been correct about anything at any point in my life, though I'm not sure why it's been like that. It's just the way it is, however bizarre. For example, the first time my wife was pregnant (even lactating) the doctor said it was the flu instead of validating her pregnancy and gave her tablets which she got rid of (since the label said not to take if pregnant). When my oldest son had cystic acne the doctor said it was "chicken pox" and that we would all get it, which was not at all the case. To date, I've never seen anyone get anything right, but it's not problematic (unless it's BS from typical government incompetence and erroneous "fill-in-the-blanks" mentality). When I was growing up, people continuously called me rude Asian names (mostly in the southern USA) when I have no Asian ancestry - though they were "certain" of it. Many people think my wife is Aboriginal (with all the rude behavior from mainstream people here) when most of her heritage is Persian and old-Roma/Romani. Before my youngest son was born, some doctors said he was way too large so gave my wife a Cesarean and claimed she had diabetes which was not the case - and immediately after he was born, they said he was too small. When my first born son was supposedly not "big enough", they hassled my family and threatened us and eventually stated he would not be very tall unless given steroids, when that was wrong as well (he is now taller than most people his age in this town). When my oldest daughter was twelve, some people thought she was twenty and made rude remarks when she was on the front porch. When I was at the Sydney airport, a younger man looked at me and complained to his girlfriend about "Germans" coming into the city, saying he didn't know it was an International airport. Whenever my wife answers the telephone, the person on the other end almost always asks her if her parents are home. The doctor said I would never use my left hand again after my near-fatal accident as a toddler, though I trained myself over time (after the nerves and tendons seemed to repair themselves) so that my left arm and hand became normal again. The Source has been very patient with me, I think.

      Thanks again for commenting.
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      Updated 07-21-2015 at 08:23 AM by Blue_Opossum
    3. Blue_Opossum's Avatar
      Lol, see what you get for commenting? I could write hundreds of pages without even blinking - sorry for the long paragraph. Thanks again.

      And by the way, I think people get the wrong impression from my writing, mainly due to my inability to understand people (especially in Western culture). I don't see myself as "special" at all, just different. While it is true I have always (seemingly) held an advantage, I consider myself lucky to be alive in possibly the last stages of my life, though considering much of my previously gray hair has naturally gone back to its original color, who knows.
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      Updated 07-21-2015 at 11:35 AM by Blue_Opossum
    4. JadeGreen's Avatar
      Haha! It's okay. I knew what I was getting myself into. In the end, I just like going around to other people's DJs and seeing what they are up to, and try to get involved in their dreams and discussions. It always makes me feel good when people come to my DJ and comment, ask questions, and give me ideas, and spark discussion, so I try to do the same thing for others.

      I'm sorry you've had so many negative experiences with people lying to you. In some cases, it's okay to lie. (Like when your girlfriend asks you if she looks fat.) But in other cases (Like a doctor telling you about your baby) Lying is just cruel. You probably knew this but its because they are trying to convince you to get procedures so they can make more money. I know I had braces for two years as a kid when I didn't need them because the dentist lied and said that I needed them to adjust my under-bite, when my jaw was fine. So not only did my parents pay $6k out of pocket for a procedure I didn't need but I had a metal frame in my mouth for two years. All of the time spent going to appointments and the pain and inconvenience it caused me. It's really outrageous when you think about it.

      There are honest to good people in the world that you can trust, they're just a little harder to find than they should be, and you're smart not just to be a sheep.