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Dream 1 for Bappif 1st drve target

Someone is taking me to work
We're on bycycles or child scooter
Our attention is caught by rolla-door garages
lined up in a row
near the street we are scooting down.

My partner is distracted by them

He/she go's up to one roller-door
And starts playing an arcade game

I watch on my childs scooter from the road
I realise I have to get to my new job alone

I frown
Trying to work out how to get there
(to my new work place)

My transport (the kids scooter) is gone
There are two busses to get me there
But I don't know where the bus stops are.

I pout
Im just a kid on a kids scooter
Someone got to help me

Some one not destracted by free arcade games

Then Im awake all relaxes and happy

With this song in my head:

Penny Arcade

Roy Orbison

A light shown in the night
some way ahead,
blue turned into green then it was red
And stirring the night
love music played
the light I saw in the night was a penny arcade

Hey step up and play
each machine seemed to say,
as I walked round and round the penny arcade

Just ring the bell
on the big bagatelle
and you'll make all those colored lights cascade

And music played
at the penny arcade,
yes it played and it played, played all the time
Roll up and spend your last dime

At first I thought it a dream
that I was in,
lost, lost in a sea of glass and tin

But no,
so dipping my hand
in the back of my jeans
I grabbed a handful of coins
to feed the machine

Hey step up and play
each machine seemed to say,
as I walked round and round the penny arcade

Just ring the bell
on the big bagatelle
and you'll make all those colored lights cascade

And music played at the penny arcade,
yes it played and it played, played all the time
Roll up and spend your last dime

Oh! step up and play
each machine seemed to say,
as I walked round and round the penny arcade

Just ring the bell
on the big bagatelle
and you'll make all those colored lights cascade

And music played
at the penny arcade,
yes it played and it played, played all the time
Roll up and spend your last dime

Roll up and spend your last, roll up and spend your last,
Roll up and spend your last dime!

Songwriters: Sammy King

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Woke 6pm (nap) Thursday 27-Sept-18

A beautiful Barbie doll being taken to the hospital.

Her big curly haired boyfriend rang
the 000 emergency services
was told "get her outside her doctor's "closed" surgery
and an ambulance will pick her up from there.

Dream ends with me carfully holding
the back of Barbie's head.
She is in my left, deep, coat pocket.
Barbie is talking to me. (giving instruction)

There is me and pocket barbie
An ordinary 60 year old granny
And the jolly,
50 year old curly haired boyfriend of the little doll Barbie

Blue_Opossum,

you may not have asked "What's in Ebb's box" but I'd call this a "Hit". What do tou think?

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So the setting stabilizes as a bus, seemingly in late afternoon, but I am not corporeal, as I have not fully “stepped in,” though I am on the right of the bus driver’s seat.

There is no driver.

An empty child safety seat (baby car seat)
is atop the empty bus driver’s seat,
closer to the steering wheel.

The bus is moving in a setting that seems like an ambiguous mix of a bullring (bullfighting arena) and a Nascar venue. Although it is driving itself, my dream self is still liminally controlling its direction and speed.

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The Paul Simon song, “Baby Driver,” is loudly playing from an undetermined source, diffusing through the environment. There is an enhanced awareness of energy and activity. I start to feel very amused and cheerful by the absurdity of the scenario. Most members of the audience are cheering and throwing confetti as the bus circles the area.

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I start to wonder why the Paul Simon song emerged, as I had not heard or thought of it in years. Still feeling cheerful, I decide to come out of my dream.

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https://youtu.be/J8i4Rp3qizk

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Baby Driver lyrics

Simon & Garfunkel

My daddy was the family bassman
My mamma was an engineer
And I was born one dark gray morn
With music coming in my ears
In my ears

They call me Baby Driver
And once upon a pair of wheels
I hit the road and I'm gone
What's my number
I wonder how your engines feel
Ba ba ba ba
Scoot down the road
What's my number
I wonder how your engines feel
Shine a light, ooo ooo oo, ooo ooo oo

My daddy was a prominent frogman
My mamma's in the Naval reserve
When I was young I carried a gun
But I never got the chance to serve
I did not serve

They call me Baby Driver
And once upon a pair of wheels
I hit the road and I'm gone
What's my number
I wonder how your engines feel
Ba ba ba ba
Scoot down the road
What's my number
I wonder how your engines feel

Ba ba ba ba, mmm ba ba ba ba

My daddy got a big promotion
My mamma got a raise in pay
There's no one home, we're all alone
Oh come into my room and play
Yes we can play

I'm not talking about your pigtails
But I'm talking 'bout your sex appeal
I hit the road and I'm gone
What's my number

I wonder how your engines feel
Ba ba ba ba
Scoot down the road
What's my number
I wonder how your engines feel

To oo ooo to oo ooo to oo ooo oo ooo oo ooo oo ooo

Songwriters: Paul Simon



Did you see the metaphors to Baby Booties

Baby car seat (on bus drivers seat)
But
Baby is not in seat
And
Baby is not in booties

It is important to check the information
of the photo
Click the (i)

The target 5 photo was taken on 10-Sept-18
You posted this baby seat dream on 13-Sept-18.

This also causes me to remember something.
I cant remember. I will have to search for it.
Bfn

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I wanted to post this in a comment box in your Dreamviews Dream Journal but couldn't find a comment box

Soz⚘

Here is your Dreamviews Dream Journal entry

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https://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/blu...iver%94-85428/

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In this transitional zone,
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I don't think I should have any more "mugwort" woke-up out of a SUPER VIVID dream and the order was given "Stop!". Some one picked up a big, long but light weight gun. It made two thingies go all lightening like. A couple of hours after waking, sitting in the lounge of No Limits Gym (right now) I think the "mugwort" overstimulated my Brain.

The gun made a small thing and a big thing all energized and electrified. The thingies NOW reming me of brains. A giant one and a human sized one.

And a queen shouted one word "STOP" (!!!)

So I think the mugwort it toooooooo much for me.

Overstimulating my little human brain and the BIG brain aka "Our-Dreaming-Mind".

Onward and Upward, Dreamviews.
This thread is to let Dreamviews know that I am just "me".
I have never wore make-up, I have no dress "style".
I am not sophisticated.
I shared this on Facebook Messenger to a fb friend.
Then, I thought Id "share" it here

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Um, ... um, .. well I'm back posting on DV ... so Ill record this.

Woke and got to remember the end of my dream. Im picking up different plastic shavers to take of the stubble that gradually grows on my face. Im nearly 59 of Welsh dna. It happens.

Then I lay all cuddled up in bed, it is wonter in Adelaide Australia.

I'm going to record the gist of my thoughts.

After a dream that coincided with the October 2015 Lucid Task of the Month,

My past and future lives opened up to me. Over several days.

Just now after the "dry shaving dream" Thoughts happened. I often get deep thoughts on waking. I think the thoughts are more important that the dream. I think my brain is in a very receptive state after waking up slowely. And maybe these thoughts are ....

I know that in 350ish years from now, Im back. So about Saturday 28th of July 2368 I'm a grade 3 Arahant nun/monk.

One of the study moduals for year threes in this 12 year school is to conntact one "deep past" incarnations.

My deep future self chose THIS past incarnation to contact.

This mornings after dreaming thought was:

In this original incarnation MAYBE I completed suicide.

My future monk-selfs 3rd year school project is to get my past ALL my suicidal moments.

I know and have known for over 21 years that I'm supose to die at 87.

This morning the thought occurred to me that my deep future selfs school task is to get me to my 87th year.

EDIT:

OMG OMG OMG
Soon after posting the above abot 50 minutes ago
This earworm began.
I was jiving along to it a while
before realising
it was one of my important earworms
It relates to the above post.

Why ?

Your guess is as good as mine
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EDIT EDIT

Here's the one ama jiving to now

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https://youtu.be/Ssnzq6CgGZY

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Dreams gently but totally evaporated as I came to full waking consciousness. Just now I was reading DarknesDarknes ...

{ EDIT:

Oops your usernam is
DarkestDarkness
Thank you for telling me about the "Edit" icon. }

... DJ and intro post. Then this earworm began in my head

https://youtu.be/5pjEWzgz8zU

It is Monday 15-July 8:00am here.
Nice dreams evaporated on waking
but
I went to communal kitchen at this Boarding House
and
on the little round table was yesterday's, paper.

Looks like it don't matter that
I can't do exciting dream stuff myself.

My big daddy with technology can.

Look👀

it will work like that BIG daddy
and cerebral palsy little lad.
On front page of Adelaide paper.
Yesterday, Sunday 15-July-2018

https://flic.kr/p/296QqQj

At 2:22am now I'm off to sleep,
Hoping to start a new Dream Journal when I awaken.
...

8am, Sunday 15-July-18,
I wake.
Dreams evaporated
before making an impression on my long term memory.

But

Now I have a very cheerfull earworm

Nat King Cole*–
Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days Of Summer Lyrics

-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 6 in 1963
-words by charles tobias and music by hans carste

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer

Just fill your basket full of sandwiches and weenies
Then lock the house up, now you're set
And on the beach you'll see the girls in their bikinis
As cute as ever but they never get em wet

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Youll wish that summer could always be here

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer

Don't hafta tell a girl and fella about a drive-in
Or some romantic moon it seems
Right from the moment that those lovers start arrivin
Youll see more kissin in the cars than on the screen

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Youll wish that summer could always be here

Youll wish that summer could always be here
Youll wish that summer could always be here

Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days Of Summer lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

https://youtu.be/g4czvSoCLw8

C... thanx for that link to quotes by Henry Reed. I like this one

"As we abide in sleep, intuitively resonating with the sum of all our experiences - this life and beyond - we gain refreshing perspective on our efforts and have an opportunity to remember what we know."

Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/au...tSeLl1mFado.99

Last night I had the strangest dream. I was aware I was dreaming and I was aware that I did not look like my waking self. I wanted to know what I looked like.

It did not occur to me to go find a mirror.

I went up to people I said

"What do I look like?"

The person started talking but he wasn't getting to the point. He wasn't explaining what I looked like. So in an effort to be patient, and, to get him to hurry-up and get to the point (of telling me what I looked like I said.

"I give you 10 minutes to tell me what I look like"

Then I looked down at my young, slender hands. I then said

"I can seen by my hands that in real-life I am about 23, umm I'm 26. I might wake-up any tick. So tell me, What do I look like"

Then I saw a big man with a beard that I regognised from some other dream. I asked him "tell me what I look like, I give yoy 10 minutes"

He began talking. He seemed to be me? Then he got smaller and was in a high, compact wheel chair.

His 10 minutes expired and though he talk a lit he hadn't answered my important question. I'm aware that I'm dreaming, time is of the essence. I might awaken at any tick-of the clock. So I leave him and go into an auditorium full of people. They are listening to a female speaker but she is not speaking English.

Two men in white suits are in front of me and I demand "what do I look like? I give you 10 minutes!"

They act taken-a-back but I know they are being humorous with me. Like they understand me mild frustration.

Then I'm awake.

I'm anoid that none of my dream characters were any use.... stupid dream characters... I hate going lucid in dreams..... it is allways boring or frustrating.

Why does anyone choose lucid dreams over natural non-lucids (???)

Then, once I'm awake I sadly realize that I am 56 not 26. Ptrrrrrrr!!!!! (Sticking my waggly tongue out and spitting)

Carol, Please tell me, or link me to Henry Reeds Best book or Dream book.

That damm dream has made me real angry again...Efin stupid lucid dream. I asked a simple question and non of my dream characters would give me a simple straight answer.

Why was that.

I just remembered

That big man with a beard, that seemed to be me, I remember what dream I saw him in last. It was back in 2009. I was doing Nick Newports Lucidology 102. Nick or Nerol said he was one of my Oversouls other, present-day, incarnations (???)

Meet the Virgin Rainbow, the most beautiful opal in the world

Bad News*2,149 views

Published on Aug 13, 2015

An opal so fine it has been valued at over $1 million is about to go on public display for the first time.

Our world produces some incredible rocks. Take the opal, a precious stone that forms out of silica, in the dark under the surface of the earth. When cut and polished, it flashes with a gorgeous array of colours, from pale milky hues to deep reds and blacks.

Now, an opal that has been named the finest ever unearthed will be making its public debut next month as the centrepiece of an exhibition opening at the South Australian Museum, Adelaide.

Called the Virgin Rainbow, it was discovered in the opal fields of Coober Pedy by opal miner John Dunstan in 2003.

It's actually an opalised fossil, from an extinct cephalopod called belemnitida that existed during the Mesozoic era. During that time, much of South Australia was under a vast inland sea filled with prehistoric aquatic reptiles called plesiosaurs. These died and sank to the bottom of the sea, buried over the millennia by sediment.

When the sea dried up and the land turned into a desert, the acidity levels in the shallow top layer of the sandstone increased. This released silica from weathering sandstone into the layer of clay beneath, where bones and pockets left by disintegrated bones lay buried, carried down via groundwater.

Further weathering lowered the acidity levels, which allowed the silica gel to harden into opals in the pockets and impressions left by decayed animal material, like cake poured into a mould, or to soak into bones and create a replica of the internal structure.

The famous Australian opal fields of Coober Pedy are located in this region. No other environment in the world is known to have undergone this same process, which is possibly why over 90 percent of the world's opals come from South Australia.

Here it is (!!!)

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https://youtu.be/N7TV8PJViz8

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My BobV Dream from the day he Crossed-Over

It is from a dream remote viewing experiment.

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Is week 9s target A (Kiml) King George Square, Brisbane, Australia?

After asking for a dream of target A (Kiml) I just woke from this dream.

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I wake up at the root of a wide-trunk tree, (Banyan Tree?)

I lean to my left to see around the trunk a bit and there is a person sitting, meditating. I notice I'm sitting cross-legged (was I just meditating?). I stand. There are a few meditaters around the tree. As I move away I see meditaters on lower ground but still in the shade of this tree.

A man moved off and I follow him (grey long floral-stripey tunic). Interestingly, I have to do my wobbly (neuropathic) walk to keep-up with him. I ask him where he is from. He asks me "Do you know about the (muslim-Indian) catastrophe?".

It is to hard for me to keep up with him on my neuropathic feet. I watch him stride accross a wide city road. Then I turn to go back to the Tree.

I look right, standing still and realise I am in Brisbane.

I am looking down on King George Square from Anne and Roma Street. (EOD)

Awake I Googled here is the best article I found:

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No Cookies | The Courier-Mail

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When I lived in the West End in 1977-87 the square had grass and a fountain but in the dream I just woke from, it was all cement and very hot looking.

Next Post

It is 8am Saturday 1-February-2014. I am watching TV. Maybe the (Muslim, India) catastrophe is this:

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India's LGBT community crushed by decision to uphold a ban on homosexuality

MICHAEL EDWARDS UPDATED*WED 29 JAN 2014, 1:42 PM

AEDTMembers of India's gay and lesbian community say they're crushed by the decision of the country's highest court to uphold a ban on homosexuality.

The Indian Supreme Court dismissed an appeal against its judgement last December which re-criminalised gay sex.

That decision, which was supported by India's main religious groups, reimposed a maximum penalty for homosexual sex of life imprisonment.

Here is the link:

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India's LGBT community crushed by decision to uphold a ban on homosexuality - ABC News (Australian Broadcasting Corporation)

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And

Here is the link to my Black Hole dream where my skull is beginning to opalize. Sorry can't find it.

Epic Beach Dream

Came out of small natural room onto beach. Funny looking thing almost floating on top of hip-high flat rock on beach..

I say "That prooves this world was once Heaven!" because that is the last heavenly creature to remain here with us.

Then

Emoo Emoo Emoo (Emu) pronounced eeem-you

A lady emu being amorously chased, down the beach, by another, then another, then .. maby 20 hopeful male emoos running behind a "lady emoo". Then tall sand dunes happened. It was the lady emoo's magic, to lose the unwelcome train of suitors, and settle down with the Lead eemyou. Only he will father her young.

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https://youtu.be/5sHSQtGf5TQ

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Let me tell you of an interview
with an Old Man Emu

He's got a beak and feathers and things
But the poor old fella ain't got no wings

Aren't you jealous of the wedge-tailed eagle - Um-ba-da-lip-ida-da-da

While the eagle's flyin' round and round I keep my two feet firmly on the ground

Now I can't fly but I'm tellin' you, I can run the pants off a kangaroo
Ba-da-doo-doo, da-doo-doo-doo, doo-da-do-do, doo-doo

He can't fly but I'm tellin' you, he can run the pants off a kangaroo

Well he was the model for the fifty cents - Um-ba-da-lip-ida-da-da
The designer should have had more sense - Um-ba-da-lip-ida-da-da

If you take a look it'll prove to you (ha-ha-ha-ha), I ran the pants off that kangaroo
Ba-da-doo-doo, da-doo-doo-doo, doo-da-do-do, doo-doo

Take a look, it'll prove to you, he ran the pants off the kangaroo

You can't loop the loop like a cockatoo - Um-ba-da-lip-ida-da-da
Swoop and toss like an albatross - Um-ba-da-lip-ida-da-da

You silly gallah, I'm better by far, than a white cockatoo or a budgerigar
They squeak and squawk and try to talk, why me and them's like cheese and chalk
Ba-da-doo-doo, da-doo-doo-doo, doo-da-do-do, doo-doo

He can't fly but I'm tellin' you, he can run the pants off a kangaroo


Well the last time I saw Old Man Emu - Um-ba-da-lip-ida-da-da
He was chasing a female he knew- Um-ba-da-lip-ida-da-da

As he shot past I heard him say
Hoo-choo-ah-hoo-choo-ah-hoo-choo-ah-hoo-choo
She can't fly but I'm tellin' you, she can run the pants off a kangaroo


Ba-da-doo-doo, da-doo-doo-doo, do-da-do-do, doo-doo

She can't fly but I'm tellin' you, she can run the pants off a kangaroo
Well there is a moral to this ditty - Um-ba-da-lip-ida-da-da-acapo

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THIS IS NOT AN EMU

Some time in the dream I was giving an emu bits of bread. Oh, no, I was giving the funny flat wavy animal on the hip-high flat rock the bits of bread--- then "it" turned into an emoo. BUt it rumbled at me ●like an Ancient Casawarry●. ODD?

This is a Casawarry rumbling

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https://youtu.be/nuSVLMHUkvQ

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Here is AMAZING Youtube of Magestic Ancient dinosaur "Raptor" (Casawarry) on our sacred dream-beach (maybe?)

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https://youtu.be/201iMF6mhNc

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Under the Youtube (below)

Southern Cassowaries (Casuarius casuarius) at Etty Bay, Queensland, Australia

EpochCatcher*6,502 views

Published on Apr 14, 2014

The southern cassowary is one of Australia's most endangered animals, and it only lives in the mysterious, prehistoric rainforests of Far North Queensland. Due to habitat loss, road building, and feral animals consuming their eggs, only 1,500 to 2,500 wild cassowaries remain. They are very rare, but in Etty Bay, they are frequently sighted. Because the Etty Bay cassowaries are accustomed to people, they are not nearly as aggressive as other wild cassowaries.

Song credit (royalty free):*
"Willow and the Light" Kevin MacLeod

Listen to the haunting music accompanying the beach Casawarry's

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https://youtu.be/01XNqQLLCg4

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I just pressed the "copy to DJ" button in SB

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I'm in a small class room in a dream 2 nights ago. These tiny hot air balloons come into the dream class room and I get excited. I'm shouting to the other young dream students.

"Look! Gifts for everyone"

I run around popping the tiny hot air balloons, that drops payloads from the hot air balloon's baskets on to individual students wooden desks.

I greedily grab my share of gifts. I'm greedily eating nice chocolate that was dangerling under a balloon.

Anyway

I woke from this dream 2 days ago but didn't put it here because I was embarrassed about me gobbling up some gift chocolate. But yesterday I woke from no remembered dreams but ideas.This morning the same thing happened.

So

I, just now, realised that New ideas are coming into Our Dreamviews dream classroom, and some of them will come to me to share. Yippppppppppeeeeeeeee