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    Dannon Oneironaut

    Dannon's Journal of dreaming.

    by , 06-27-2010 at 05:46 PM (1078 Views)
    It all started last night as I lay in bed with my mind wandering like a tumbleweed through an old ghost town. After a while I start focusing my mind into a point while relaxing my face, my jaw and the rest of my body.
    I start sinking into deeper levels of relaxation. I become aware that I am in a hypnogogic state when I notice I am watching a pickup truck driving down a driveway, kicking up dust. So I focus on my dream task, which is to dreamshare with CNDR.

    I am on the verge of WILDing and I sense many possible dreams to step into all swirling around me. I am invoking CNDR's energy and feeling for it. Then I see glimpses of her: her arm, her hair, her silhouette against the moonlight coming through the window. I smell her and her hair. I hear her saying "Is it working?" or "It is working!" Or something very similar. Keep in mind I am not in the dream, but trying to completely fall asleep and enter the dream. But my monkey-mind starts getting excited and I try to calm it but the swirling wheel of dreams recedes a little. I can no longer see or hear or smell my dreams but I can still feel CNDR with my feeling sense. But eventually my mind comes back and starts wandering as the dreamtime slips away.

    Organic Mechanic
    I go hang out with a musician friend of mine (Greg) and a friend of his at a hotel lobby. Greg's friend wants us to stay and watch Emerson, Lake, and Palmer play a show. I don't think that I will stay, it costs to much and I am not a fan. But Palmer is a good drummer.
    I notice that Greg's friend is vacuuming my car. He is vacuuming pieces of broken glass and I notice my windshield has a hole in it. Damn! He tells me he saw some shady guy break into it. I take the car to an auto body shop and ask them how much it will cost to fix it.
    Mechanic: "What happened here?"
    ME: "Some asshole broke my windshield"
    Mechanic: "Don't worry about it. We'll take care of it. There's no charge"
    They started working on my car. Hey that is very nice of them to fix my windshield for free! I am going to recommend this place to my friends. But how can they afford to fix it for free. Surely they will have to charge me for at least the cost of the new windshield. I get the bill back and it is $500! I start talking to the guy and he says:
    Mechanic: "This is how much it would have cost if I had charged you. This is for my hourly rate, as well as the hourly rate of the guy who made the windshield and the guy who delivered the windshield and the guy who made the glass for the windshield. You see, when you pay for something you pay for everybody who had anything to do with it, and they are all taking advantage of you because they are motivated by profit. But if they all realized like me that there is no such thing as money, the world would be a great place."
    Me: "Hey, thank you! I will definitely recommend you to my friends"
    Mechanic: "I am the Organic Mechanic


    I am in Kaua'i swimming in the ocean! The beautiful tropical sun is tanning my body and the sea breeze is filling my lungs. I hear the sounds of surf and the smell of coconut and guava. The white sand beaches are brightly reflecting the sun. I am kayaking around the island with Kayak Kaua'i (In Waking Life I used to Work for Kayak Kauai). We are out on the part of the ocean that goes around the corner of the Kalalau valley into the Polihale.



    The current is strong here and the fish are gathering. I become lucid. The owner's son, who is one of the guys with us, is a real asshole, and has always been an asshole to me just because he thinks he is the shit because his Dad owns Kayak Kauai. So I summon a shark to get him. A shark comes and heads for his kayak. He starts screaming and I am laughing. But then I remember to love my DCs so I decide to turn the shark into a dolphin. Now we have dolphins all around our kayaks out there in the ocean. But I am feeling a little mischevious so I turn the dolphin back into a shark and the guy freaks out agian. Then I cahnge it back into a dolphin and the guy relaxes. But he had lost his oar! He couldn't paddle his kayak and he starts drifting out on the riptide. I throw him my oar and I use mind power to power my kayak. It is like a motorboat or a jet ski, but all mind power! I get very involved with flying through the ocean on my kayak with the dolphins all jumping and spinning and racing me! I love dreaming!

    Pickle Frog Song

    A little while later, I am back on land in some Hawaiian town hanging out on the lawn in front of some grocery store. This is not lucid. There is a little boy singing a song and picking his nose. The song goes:
    "Pickle Packle Peek-a-boo, Pickle Packle Peek-a-boo"
    but maybe it sounds more like "Picko Packo Pee-a-Boo"
    I really like the song. CNDR comes up and I say "He is singing about his pet frog!" And CNDR starts laughing and we are both laughing joyously. The kid is very cute, picking his nose while he sings. His sister comes up and they both are chanting "Pickle Packle Peek-a-boo"
    CNDR and I go into the store to buy some pickles but the owner tells us that they are all sold out since those kids started singing that song.

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