Torthane

4SEP210
Dreamed that we had two additional children (twins, boy and girl) for a total of three. I wasn't in the Delivary room which was odd, when I went to look at them at the hospital they were not there and everyone thought I was crazy. Time seemed to be set in the 1930's post depression. I was wearing an average suit and the other men in the waiting room were too, complete with fedora. I felt odd, and very out of place but knew I was supposed to be there.

27SEP2010
Having dream flashes. Some are just on the verge of memory and I wonder if it could be due in part to the TBI. Not bad dreams from what I understand just dreams. No more esoteric dreams that I can remember. Have figured out that dragonflies and crows/ravens are anchors for key events and pivot points for me. Crows only when dragon flies are out of season. Left work early today and a dragonfly was the first thing I saw as I walked out the door. Good sign.

06Aug2011
Met my Guardian (The being from my Jacob's ladder dream) for the second time. He talked to me at length about who I am and what I do in the astral realm. He told me a great deal. I am evidently 8 feet tall, insanely muscled and faster than any snake. I wear dreadfully robust armor with a gorgett collar; one spaulder and one paulderon; a massive sword; dusky feathered wings; a tattered cloak which he said I refuse to mend; heavy leather boots; and to top it all off a breast plate with a white raven on a branch backed by a silver moon. OR I appear as a Soldier with a constantly changing uniform. He said it was that of all American Soldiers for the entirety of America's history. Not a general or an officer's uniform, just a soldier. He told me it was due to my constant adaptability in the astral realm. He said the other but lesser seen uniform was that of black leather or fabric padded armor, with thieves tools and a shoots wrapped around my head. He said this outfit I would hand paint to match my surroundings when we went on scouting missions. I never let my face be seen or take it off until I woke from the dream. Which was a good thing he said. He was very instructive. He explained to me how each piece of armor got on my body. The shoulder guards from the hulking form were from physical instances in the real world, the wings from a battle in the astral realm, the breast plate from another astral battle, the sword the same, the boots from a remembered incident of my childhood. He told me the battles names but there is no way I could translate the names into something readable. It sounded like Chinese and Italian with Russian over tones. It was hard to remember even the sounds. I asked him to say them again, but gave up at my fourth attempt to say one. He's a very astute and patient being, reading his praises over my shoulder no doubt. I must remember to thank him for all he's done next time I'm in the dreamscape. in any case his face constantly shifted so I could never really tell what he looked like. It was a constant blurring effect that reminded me most of a rippling puddle.