non-lucid

I am walking behind a girl with brown hair, a little shorter than me and I am seeing myself in third person. I am wearing a mod-ish three peice suit, dark and pinstriped. It is made of the same material as a raincoat might be.
The girl asks what it is for and I say it is for radiation.
She asks from what.
I say from the culture. She asks if it works and I say no, not at all.

Lucid
Non-Lucid

Carpark, coke, scotch

Win on Pokie (slot) machine in an empty pub. apocalypse. country. driving

Trains

Sorry, keywords are all I have until my recall improves

I exit my old house and start off at a good jog through my neighborhood. I set an excellent pace, and it feels as if the scenery is flying by without me slowing down or getting fatigued. I pass along an avenue with heavy woods to both sides and come out in a more rural area. I see a church building to the side, and I pull into it to rest. Several attractive girls invite me to stay for the service, so I do. The preacher, their father, is incredibly charismatic, but I soon realize he's spouting nonsense about aliens and other science-fiction style crazies. I leave, but not before I'm forced to take their book, which has a purple cover and a hypnotic spiral on the front.

After I arrive back home, I start to read the book. As soon as I open it, an invisible force projects from the pages and forces me flying backwards! I realize that if I turn the book, I can use this force to actually fly, and I buzz around my house and backyard for a few moments. I then figure that this is a bad sign, so I manage to fling the book away and land hard. I then rip the book into several pieces and place it in a compost pile.

For the online DJ system, that is. I have two books filled to about 350 pages total thus far and it's been a long time since I shared any :l so here we go, I'll start by retelling some of the ones you all have missed out on:

The New House

My family hears word of my Aunt Brenda buying a new place a couple hours from where she used to live. Invited, we pack up via time lapse imagery and begin our 3 three hour drive out of our way to meet the new house. They'd only moved in yesterday, and hadn't even come close to exploring all 50+ different rooms in the house. It was a mansion that somewhat reminded me of the manor from the Resident Evil 1 in size and complexity. However upon entering, the place seemed much unlike that mansion in RE1, for it was clean, tidy, and welcoming.

After the expected greetings and whatnot with my Aunt and cousins, I naturally follow my oldest cousin, Dale, to his new room. I complimented his TV, which was a forty inch plasma with crystal clear picture. Dale corrected me, saying that it was his computer screen. Amused by this, I took advantage by watching youtube videos on it for what should have been hours. Soon, I went downstairs for dinner; apparently, I had missed the tour of the house from what they had explored thus far. Supper consisted of great homemade stuff.

After dinner I was shown to my room, (there was just a transition to the moment my Aunt opened the door for me) and I immediately collapsed on the cozy bed. A brief lurch forward in time, a few hours. I hear crying, and then a brief scream. The door to my room opens and then slams. Heart racing. I contemplate and idealize what could possibly be happening, but I can't summon a reasonable conclusion. Determined to convince myself it was just the wind, I forced myself to try to sleep for the rest of the night.

In the morning I went downstairs to see if anyone was up yet. There was nobody. There was a paper note on the fridge that hadn't been there the day before, which read, "The small room with the small door handle-- we don't go there!"

I paced until everyone was downstairs and awake. We ate. Dale had a friend over as well as the friend's mother. Dale and his friend would just sit staring hypnotically at the computer screen, waiting for his mother to speak to which he would immediately reply with an aggravated "Shut up." and grimace, possibly swearing under his breath in anger.

I said I was going to the bathroom, so I walked downstairs and turned a few corners and found it. Upon opening the door, the tap erupted violently without any of the handles being turned around the faucet. So, I went upstairs to find the other bathroom, ignoring the impulse to ask where it is. I walk through the room of my other cousin, Marina, which was sort of like a dual entrance-way room (a door on either end). I also notice another cousin of mine, Pam, was crashed on the bed. I emerge into a small hallway from her room, and immediately hear reverberating footsteps at a fast pace, sounding quite close. The door behind me slammed shut. I was completely alone in the narrow corridor; I could feel no human presence.

It was illuminated with a nostalgic sunlight, deep and warm and hard on the eyes. There were three doors along the wall beside me. The door on the left had a shuddering handle. Hearing my heartbeat echo in my ears, pulsing madly and loudly, I open the handle out of overpowering curiosity. The sound of a thousand dying screams at once all hit me in one concentrated outburst, windy. Visions of decaying corpses, mutilated half-deads, and the tortured all dance around my peripherals. In the back of my mind I have an image of fingernails, rotten and overgrown, peeling slowly off the fingers of these leathery people, and it headaches me greatly. I slam the door shut. It immediately opens again as soon as I shut it, and the room looks fine. An old record player sits in the corner, spitting out some distorted jazz out of the brass trumpet. I close the door, my heart thumping being more vivid than ever.

As I look over to the sunlit windows I see a shadow moving underneath them, along the floors, and quickly away from me. At this moment for some reason I realize that there are no lights installed in this part of the house. I walk to the end of the hallway and look both ways. The hallway becomes darker, the carpet rusty, the whole atmosphere dirty like that of an old cheap motel hallway, even the smells. I turn my back and return to Marina's room. The bedsheets were torn off and Pam was gone. As I made to leave, out of the corner of my eye, I see multicoloured toe socks peeking out from under the bed-- Pam was under the bed.

I leave the room, but as I step away from the door I see a terribly vivid image in front of me. It was a woman with greasy and dirty gray hair, accompanied with a rotting gray face with cracks alongside, tearing away at the remaining skin on her face (not a lot). She was wearing a silver night-gown. Stains of red here and there, and many puke stains, particularly down her middle. She ignored me, fell to her knees without acknowledging me, and screamed the same scream I had heard only last night. She got up and glided away, sobbing to herself.

I ran downstairs, turned a corner to find my Aunt and a few other people crowded around the bathroom door downstairs. The other things that had been in there before were gone, and now was a urinal, which was also backing up.

We left the house, assuming, never to return.

Date: Sept.1
Time: 7:02 am

Description: I woke up right after these dreams ended, and was trying to WBTB. That failed, but the dreams were interesting.

Dream 1: I am right by the offices behind the old 7 Eleven in my neighbor. Right at the edge of the field. I can't remember what I was doing, but I had someone with me and we were walking towards the New Subdivision. I had my phone out and was trying to watch what seemed like Paranormal Activity. Walking through the grass we pass a patch of grass that had ember coals on it. They were still red, as if just lit. Continuing with our walk, I am talking about something. I see a van driving in reverse in the field. I wonder why, but I don't question it to much. We are at the beginning of the first court. Can't remember anything else.

Dream 2: At Subway, in the kitchen or what looked like it. I am a photographer who hired a couple of people for pictures. I sign a contract without looking at it. They take a couple of pictures, and decide to go to lunch. They give me some money to spend on anything I want. I get frustrated that they won't listen to me. They come back and I rip their contracts up and tell them to leave. The dream ends.

After being awoken by my mom. Around 1pm.

Dream 3: I am at Subway about to close. I choose to clean, while a coworker chooses to do front. She doesn't do anything but my job. The lights go out and I notice the front isn't done. So I start doing stuff and everybody leaves. I put the food away, and am awoken by mom again, yelling at me to get up.

The first dream was in a large foresty setting, a lot like the ranch. There was some woman chasing me and trying to catch me. The catch was that I seemed to be a vampire, or some sort of supernatural being, and I could easily outdo her. It's kinda funny because I was actually scared of her too.

At first I just kept trying to outrun here. Then there was a huge mass of trees, and a trail in it. I grabbed onto one of the thin-trunked trees and started climbing. The tree wasn't very high at all, maybe only a person or two higher than me, but it was enough so that the woman couldn't catch me. She caught up to me, and just stood at the bottom of the tree, staring at me with hatred.

I resumed my flight from her and jumped from tree to tree. It was quite fun despite my genuine fear of her. Eventually I ended up in this wooden building with huge cages of trees and leaves and branches tucked into them. Apparently it was the supply room for some guy who was supposed to be the "fire maker" and make all the fires on the property.

I quickly went to one of the cages and tore open a hole in the metal. I climbed my way through various pieces of tree and just sat in the middle of it. It was slightly stuffy and hard to breathe. I calmed myself and hoped that somehow the giant hole would go unnoticed.

Eventually these two random guys joined me. I don't know who or what they might have been, but they seemed to be running away from this woman as well. They cleared out the inside of the cage thing so that it was like a room. They set up a bed for themselves. That's all I remember of that dream.

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I was on some icy mountain or something. I had a car with me, and my opponents who seemed to be MA and her sister, and maybe KA too, had a car as well. We were casting spells or something, trying to defeat each other. It was very WC3 like. All I remember is hopping into one of the cars and speeding away. The others pursued me, pretty much beat me at whatever the goal was, but I wouldn't give up. I ended up driving over this large, steep hill that had wood on it. I drove around and tried to evade them, but the dream ended.

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I remember being on a beach with just about the whole class. The waves were getting really high, and we were worried that it would flood. The beach was small and surrounded by a fence, and we couldn't go anywhere. We just stood at the opposite end of the water and hoped that we would be safe. Then JO and JA climbed the fence and landed in a backyard that was behind us. The backyard was in a little dip in the land. They still couldn't get out, but at least it was farther away. But at the same time, there was a dip, so it would be easily flooded there too. That's all I remember.

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I was at some little cottage with some people. KA and V were there. I wanted to show V some things I had crafted. I went to a little room and searched for them so I could take them to him. Then I found some drawing of some kind of "princess-ish" horse, the kind that you would draw when you're a four year old little girl. The funny thing was that I somehow knew that it was some kind of drawing done when I was four-years-old, but yet it was done so amazingly well. It looked so realistic. It was white with a golden-colored mane and some other random ornaments. That dream ended there.

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In my final dream, I was watching a little restaurant. One of the people was Manwell from Fawlty Towers. The owners of the restaurant were trying to get him some sort of special bread from the store beside them. It was some kind of oil fat whole wheat bread or something. Finally Manwell went to that store, and totally ordered the wrong thing. That was the end of it.

Ok so I went a WHOLE day without sleep so I decided to catch up yesterday and this morning. It was a long and stressful day (not going into details) but never the less I had woken up many times and gone back to sleep to give myself tons of dreams. Most are fragmented but some I remember with detail. All are non-lucid.

First: I was in a parking lot in the middle of nowhere with someone who i dont know their name but seemed familiar. I had a idea for a new game. I had chalk in my hand and i ran around in circles forming spirals and I couldnt touch the lines or i had to circle around and form another spiral... then I had like 6 spirals and i could cut over across them by the centers of the spirals... i dont know how else to explain that.. lol...

Second: I was in a office and it was my office I had nothing to do and i was bored sitting there at my desk. I went down the hall to this black ladys office and walked in. She seemed really busy and I had asked her if there was anything I could do and she replied oh my god I am so busy and I need a break. Then she showed me what she was doing. It was multiplying 12800 times 700 and problems like that... She walked out and I saw a calculator ... well it formed a error cause the problem was too large to fit... so i began to do it on the laptop next to me. Then i got up walked down the hall way to the end... I opened the door infront of me and it was a small room overlooking a intersection in a woods... there were several people there... in the room with me. I explained to them it would be awesome if we put a drag racing tree on top of the roof and we could have the cars drag race.

Third: I was in a car going over a bridge. I was looking out the side of the car and spotted 2 UFO's in the sky slowly coming down near the water and hovering over the water very close I could see the UFO's sway and balance. We continued to drive across the bridge and stopped on the other side...I could see people or aliens inside the ship through the glass I got out and a stealth bomber was taking off near me at a runway and I watched it go into the sky and disappear in the sun and reappear as it turned... it was skinny and like a bird. I then walked into what seemed to be a building waiting room. There was a grandfather and his grandson sitting in there talking about the UFO's I saw and was saying they were run by the government and they were picking up submarines. The UFO's cloaked the submarines and they hung underneath the UFO's... that is what they said anyway.

Dream date: 8/31/10

Influences: Before bed, had a Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwich, as suggested by member (Fuentesico). Also had some sake.

Dream Fragments
-I was walking down the street with someone (can't remember who), and saw Sebastion, a big black talking cat from a youtube video I saw recently, walking by. I said hello, and he just sort of gave me an attitude and kept walking.

-I kept walking and came across a stand with cats available for adoption. peaked behind the stand, and they also had some mice, and a couple human babies mixed in..al of them just rolling around on the floor of the adoption stand. For a better look, she put all the creature in their own clear plastic cups, and strung the cups together on a string and handed it to me. I went through a few series of these (each string had about 15 cups on it)...I'm not sure if I was looking for a cat or a human baby at that point.

-I was at the local industrial club, and the dj was playing good music, but I had to keep telling him to turn it up, since you could barely hear it.

-I had a container full of dead skinks ( a type of lizard). I ate 2 of them, because supposedly they were a form of birth control. The girl that sold them originally was selling them 2 for $5, but changed it to $500 for 5 months worth. Right before I woke up, I was trying to give the skinks back to her, and one of them got out and caught on fire.

(The rest of the night was mostly filled with anxiety, with the wedding coming up in a few months.)

*As a note, I'm not pregnant...

My parents are angry at me for something but I don't remember what.
I am in front of the factory and one of the employees with a blue apron is offering me something to eat. I believe that I refused. I walk up the stair to the two tables where at one an employee who I kind of like is sitting. As there is a pool of water near the tables when I walk past there the water spills on to her t-shirt. She does not get angry but then I try to wash it off for her with a hose and make her t-shirt even wetter. She now stands up and yells at me. I am embarrassed and leave as there are other employees watching. For some reason this is an exciting thing to happen for the employees and they text those inside the building. When I enter the big hall where normally it's a factory, people are eating and giggling at me. As I walk past Rebecca-2 and another employee, they giggle and leave the table. The hall is very spacious and has white regtangular pillars. I see my parents eating at two tables and also Abi-1. I quickly hide under a bench/sofa which is the seating for one table because my parents are still angry. My Dad comes around and sees me there so I come out of hiding.
So I ask, "Why are you guys eating at two tables?" By the way they are eating Isarn food.
"There are too many vegetables."

My dad asked me if i wanted to go dirt bike riding. I agreed to go and then we left for the hills. When we arrived at the spot there was a bunch of other people and my dad dropped me of saying hed b right back. I met some kids and i had a dub on me so one of them rolled a blunt for me. We went over to the smoke spot an burned the blunt. I started thinking about dirt bike riding and i imagiend my dad telling me a story about some crazy kid who died on a dirt bike goin 70 mph on a bumpy dessert. I remorsed then awaoke from my dreeam in a dream nd saw myself sitting back on a couch playing some atv game on on x box. I tried to find my favorite racing song but couldnt find it. I said fuck it and whent on a near by computer and logged onto face book. A friend chatted me and said that it wasnt them and it was someone else. I was confused and signed of and on several times. Later in the dream a ton of friends were going to the prom and i remember being at my friends house with my sis her friends nd my friends. everyone was getting ready except for me. I rmemberd thinking about how fat girls never got dates either to proms and realized none of my sisters friends were fat. I started thinking of two male dogs and how they didnt need to wory bout this shit cause there dogs and they just do there thing. As the bus left i hopped with all my friends. When we arrived we were at some intersection getting ready to transfer to another bus, my friend matt kept saying mattie come on we gotta go. But then his broter on the other bus yelled get back on the other bus. I was caught in te middle of the insterscetion and didnt no what to do. I quickly ran to the airport and said fuck it. I later found my mom and she explained the brother was jealous. I agreed and woke up soon after

candy tried to make fun of a cashier by asking her out. she asked to see candy's hair(it was in a towel) and whenshe showed it was curly she siad sure. candy was taken aback and flustered so they made arrangments for a date.

about matt. we were a couple, tried to sleep in the same bed with my mom in the room but there were too many hangers on the bed.

Had another lucid-for-a-few-moments-but-lost-it episode.

It started with a longer sequence for which I only remember some. I was with a few people whom I suspect were my parents (at least one of them was my dad) and we were in a car going to what was some kind of mall/fast food restaurant combination--it had a drive through window. We ordered and picked up...something, but we forgot to order something we needed so I got out to go into the store and get it while they circled back around to pick me up. When I came out, as I got into the car my dad asked, "Do you know what 'los loco lobos' means?" to which I replied, "The crazy dog."

Cut to me sitting in a theater watching some romance movie. It featured an Asian couple from New York City. The only part of the movie I can remember was a segment where the girl went into this long-winded monologue about how her boyfriend was so awesome because he had all these manly, rugged qualities because he was such a "Minnesota man", which I recall thinking was outrageously stupid because they were both from New York City.

Cut once more to me in bed; I would wake up, my wife would tell me something, and then I'd go back to sleep. This would happen over and over. At some point she woke me up and started reciting sappy lines from the romantic movie from before, and when she did so I thought, "Oh god, I'm in a nightmare now!" semi-jokingly, then did a nose pinch reality check which failed. Had a quick "Yeah!" moment, then got up quickly (thus far I'd been thinking my last lucid slipped away because I stayed laying down) to get to work. My wife was now babbling incoherently, trying to get my attention so I waved her away since I was planning to clear out my apartment as a start to environmental control practice. I started to head to the front door of my apartment to turn on the light (since it was still dark in the room), but the dream dissolved to awakening. Reality check passed; lost it again quickly unfortunately.

It's nice that I'm still getting lucids and that they seem to be occurring with a little more frequency, but I need to find some way to stabilize them.

I am in my old bedreeom at my parents house sometime in the early 90s. I appear as I did when I was about 14 or 15 or so. It is nighttime and the sun has not quite yet begun to rise. I can hear my mom and dad stirring in thier bedroom down the hall. Because I like to sleep in and afraid that my dad will try to get me at the same time he does (which is something he did throughout my whole teenage life) I get up and quietly close the door to my room.

Even though I have the intention of going back to sleep I turn the light on for some reason and see that my bed is now covered in many books. Many are on Medieval folklore or literature but there is one book about how to write stories. I sit down on my bed and open it up to a section that is like a 'choose your own adventure' and also has many ideas for names. On the wall running parallel to my bed a vision or hallucination is projected of how my thoughts and imagination are processing the information of the book.

The dimensions of my room suddenly change and it is much larger than before with a much higher ceiling. An orca whale appears and starts swimming around the air of my room like it was in water. Somehow I know that this orca is magic and also my animal companion.



Reading more of the book I learn in the dream how to write fantastic stories and when I am done and put the book down I don't even need to use paper or writing implements because I can just project the images from my imagination onto the walls or floor of my bedroom and the images become real. Somehow I know that my magic orca is helping me do this but I don't know how to explain exactly in what ways.

Because I have so many ideas in my head the scenes change quickly until one catches my eye. At first I cannot tell what it is. Projected on the floor of my bedroom something appears to be moving quickly under the water of a seagrass enclosed, shallow river channel along a Medieval looking countryside. It takes a few moments for me to recognize the creature but I finally realize that it is a beluga whale. My orca companion becomes excited and begins swimming around the room rather exuberantly.

I take a picture of the beluga scene for my orca companion with my imagination powers and my friend seens happy to float over my shoulder and look at the postcard sized image for a while, though for some reason he seems rather sad all of a sudden. The beluga in the projected scene seems to realize this somehow and starts blowing bubbles.

One bubble is very big and the orca swims towards it, shrinking insize as he goes, until he is small enough to fit inside of it. As soon as he goes inside of the bubble both the orca and the bubble disappear along with the scene that had been projected on my floor.

At first I am confused and unable to make the scene reappear. Then I notice that the postcard sized image has changed and now shows both the beluga and the orca swimming happily in the shallow river channel rather than the beluga alone. I somehow know that my orca is now with a friend and this makes me happy.

The dream ends there.

★★★★

Notes- i am surrounded by cops. They shoot me in a parking lot. My head rests in Asuka's lap, another blond woman comes to comfort me in the dream, maybe Shawna.

- I am with Nomad in the middle of a battle. He is swirling around as various rainbow colors and turns into a dog.

Don Juan Describes Initiating an apprenticeship

I am with don juan. I can't really recall where we had this discussion:
DJ: Tell me about the man you met.
Me: Weeks ago I had seen a psychic, Someone who can see spirits. She told me I would go to a place called Pine lake, and that there, I would meet a mentor. I wasn't sure what she meant by mentor, that could be anything, money managing, music or anything else... My last guess was that he would have been that he would be a sorcerer. I had no idea what pine lake was at the time she had told me,but nonetheless my brother invited me there a few days later, That was something which was impossible for me to ignore.
Dj: You followed that action without question then?
Me: Yes, That is until I saw him. When I saw him I KNEW he was the man I was supposed to meet, But I wasn't sure. I Hesitated before even talking to him.
Don juan then hit me on the back. We were now floating over a familiar scene, which looked like a dream representation of the campground, many details and places were out of place, but nonetheless it was the same. I saw myself sitting on a bench at an outside cafeteria, close by were some doors leading into a music hall, on the other side was a short hill leading down towards two baseball diamonds where a couple baseball games were going on. I was seated on the lower seat, and sitting up higher on the bench and resting his feet on the lower seat was a man with long black hair, tied in a ponytail. He was dark skinned, He could have been any number of races. Don juan said that he looked almost like and ancient meso american indian. I corrected Don Juan as to the man's supposed true race. Don Juan said that I myself have read some of that races mythological beliefs and that some of it lined up uncannily with his lineages knowledge. He said either Casteneda had read those beliefs and put forgeries into his books, or that the two races weren't two races, they had an ancestral heritage. He then mentioned that the people of old, before the age of reason, Traveled to every continent on earth and settled in many places, Including entire lineages of sorcerers. We watched the scene some more, Eventually I got up and walked away.
DJ: Why did you leave him sitting there, when you knew he was the man you were supposed to meet?
Me: I wasn't sure. It was a flight response, I didn't realize it at the time, but in the back of my mind was "Is this REALLY REAL?"
Dj: You should not have hesitated to approach him. Such hesitation could mean life or death in an act of sorcery.
We coninuted watching the scene as it shifted. I was back at the bench by myself watching the man who was inside the entertainment hall. He was walking and and a dog brushed up to him.
Me: I remember that! Before the dog came I was just thinking he was the one whom I was supposed to meet.
Dj: That was your omen, and yet, you just sat there. It was an omen for him as well in his own way.
Then scene shifted again, This time I was walking out of the music hall and the man sat on a farther bench, He was calling to a small black dog that looked like a cross between a black lab and a weiner dog, But the dog ran to me instead and I bent down and petted it.
DJ: That was his second omen.
Me: I knew it was for him as well.
DJ: Then it was an omen for you as well, and yet you still didn't approach him.
The scene shifted, to me standing close to the stage in the hall watching a band, and the man behind me roughyl 10 feet away. He kept looking at me. My energy body reacted and sprouted wings... but they weren't wings, more like tentacles that came from my back where wings would be.
DJ: He was seeing you then, You put on a display for him and he caught it, you had him more than intrigued at that point.
The Scene shifted to a merely empty hall in between bands. I finally approached the man and sat down beside him. As if on cue a black dog approached me, I petted it and said to myself "well, aren't you the messenger?" The man then laughed. and we began a dull conversation. I then meekly told him the story of why I was there. The man looked shocked, and then changed the subject. I excused myself saying I was going to my campsite. He walked with me until we came to the point where the main camping area was, which was downhill. My camp was on the other end behind the baseball diamond. When i continued walking the man looked confused as to my leaving
DJ: You are much like Carlos used to be when I first began to teach him. All this time the man thought you were a Sorcerer like him, because he thought you could see. He saw all the omens of you being a Nagual, the dogs and your display of control over your own energy body, He even heard you mention why you were there and who you were supposed to meet, and then he knew he was going to be an integral part of that. Much of what was said in your conversation was meaningless, by then the Nagual had taken control of the situation. He thought you could see, he was going to give you a demonstration of what he knew... and then you left. And that baffled him, Much like I was baffled when mescalito took a liking to Carlos... Here was an idiot insisting on an overindulgence in talking to himself, and constantly anylising everything to the point of nausea, and yet mescalito played with carlos like they were childhood friends. That's how baffled that man was, at an idiot over indulging in hesitation, even inspite of the fact that the spirit is screaming Omens and trying to get him to act.
Again The scene shifted. In the scene i had mustered up the courage to confront the man, I was standing at the other doors to the hall mingling with people, and then looking over at the man a few times, letting him know that I was ready. The man left the building, while I was still talking to him. He then turned around and looked at me for a second until I noticed him. He began walking further as I followed behind him.
DJ: He was trying to grab your attention with his eyes, he wanted you to follow him for sure this time.
The man walked down a small hill into a valley where most of the camping took place. He quickened his pace to his campground, sat down by the fire and kept to himself, he seemed to be focusing on something. I followed down the hill a mere seconds after looking for him, I wandered close to his campground only separated by.... nothing. In my memory there was a trailer, but in the scene were was none there. A sleeping dog got up and walked in my direction. It stopped and faced me. It's actions were very deliberate. It gazed at me, I stopped in my tracks, backed up a step or too and looked again. The dodg shiften out of sight and came back again, Then I leaned forward slightly, eyes wide and said a low "WOOOOW!" I then turned and walked away.
DJ: That's what what he came to do. He knew the spirit had pointed you out to him, but that you needed to be pushed. He sensed that you were unsure of the encounter, so he had to act fast before he left. He had to hook you, and that's what he did. He Used his intent to shift your assemblage point, and then he used his double to inhabit the dog. You've heard of Lonewolf speak of similar things when he talks about using the assemblage point of a coyote, and how a coyote will lend it's body to someone willing to shape shift into it's form. Although, there is no real shape shifting involved, The dog lent itself to that man, just like your dream body lends itself to your awareness, or can lend itself to any other dreamer. You know all this of course, but haven't articulated it yet, but you will.
Me: Did he hook me like you hooked carlos?
DJ: ina sense yes he did, But, he wasn't as aware of exactly what he was doing as when I was when I had to hook Carlos. The Nagual has a funny way of making sorcerers dance with one another, All participants are sure they know what they are doing while they are doing it, and yet the nagual guides their every move. In order for that to happen, they have to make themselves available to it. One way is following omens or signs of the spirit, which is what you both did. From that point on, the Nagual was running the show and palying you two baffoons like puppets to do it's will.
Me: He seemed pretty controlled of his actions to me, and he acted witha precision I have never seen anyone else on earth do.
DJ: yes, It may appear so, but that only means he has a cleaner connection to the spirit than you. He calls the Nagual or sppirit with different words. He will teach you them someday.
Me: If he does, we barely have any way to contact one another again.
DJ: Power Provides. Both of you are hooked into something now which is hard to escape from. Both of you have the intent to meet again. He may deny it to himself right now, in the same way in which you hesitated, but eventually you two will have to meet again, it's inescapable right now.
Me: Why did you call him a baffoon.
DJ: He was only a lot better than you at covering up his hesitations and doubts, He's been trained to do this in his spirtual practice, He's a baffoon because he's not 100% sure of himself, just like you are not 100% sure of yourself. I suppose that's why you two are well matched. But still He made himself available to the sppirit and he served as a catalyst for it to descend on you, That's his advantage over you. That is what you may have learn from him someday. If he ever teaches it. The only thing you can do for now is set your intent to meet him again, but Ultimately he decides whether or not you will meet again, He still has the power of choice whether to ignore the spirit or act with it. In a way he is hooked too.
Me: I am definitely hooked. I can't get my encounter with him out of my mind. and Now I see signs of the Nagual wherever I turn.
DJ: That's good then, You are oing your part. You should that hope he does as well.

My college friends and I have gone to the apartment of the children's musical group, the Wiggles. Part of my dream-self expects their place to be brightly colored and the Wiggles themselves to be dressed in gaudy clothing. When I see them, however, they are dressed in solid black robes and topped with Spanish priest hats (birettas). They look serious and even epic, although they maintain a sense of good humor as we visit. Eventually we start to play improv theater games, and they guide us through some tips. My friend Q is advised to be "more like Morgan Freeman" for his dramatic entrance.