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    1. Floating Through Life

      by , 01-02-2014 at 07:55 PM
      Dream of: 24 December 2013 "Floating Through Life"

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      dreams are capsules of life

      I'm visiting the Logan Street House (where my mother lived in Portsmouth, Ohio from 1971 to 1977). My mother and sister live in the House, although neither of them is home at the moment. Connie (a Portsmouth resident whom I first met around 1975) and another fellow (both probably in their early 20s) show up at the front door. Since they know my sister, I let them in and they go back to my sister's room. I leave them alone for a while, but finally I go to my sister's room and find that Connie and the other fellow have set up a table in front of the window. All kinds of drugs are stacked on the table. Hundreds of pills and even some white sugar cubes are on the table. I wonder if the sugar cubes contain LSD - I'm not sure. I'm very disappointed to see the drugs. I hadn't intended to allow Connie and the fellow into the House so they could pile up drugs in here. I pick up one little green pill and ask her how much its worth. She says, "Twenty cents."
      When another fellow walks into the room, obtains some drugs, then leaves, I realize that Connie is dealing drugs out of the House. I'm unsure my sister would have let Connie and the fellow in the House if she had been here, and I'm not sure what my sister would think if she came home and found them here. I tell Connie and the fellow that I don't want them here doing this. When I half-heartedly tell them that they're going to have to leave, Connie protests that she doesn't want to leave. Fearing that the cops will show up, I decide I'm going to have to throw Connie and the other fellow out. I tell them they are simply going to have to leave. I do think, however, that I myself would like to take some acid, and I ask Connie if she knows where I could find some. She says she knows someone, but she'll have to contact the person. She picks up the phone to make the call, when suddenly the cops show up.
      The next thing I know, we're all on trial in a courtroom. My mother is brought in to take the witness stand. The prosecutor is trying to make her forfeit her House. I'm first able to ask her about her signature on the deed to the House. The prosecutor then stands up and begins interrogating her, but since she has Alzheimer's, she's unable to answer. He's frustrated. He asks her about her signature on the deed and she gives a completely non-responsive answer. Meanwhile, preferring to remain unseen, I'm now lying under a cover on a bed and listening to the interrogation. I don't feel like dealing with this right now. Finally the prosecutor throws up his hands in exasperation and says that the charges are all dismissed and that we can all leave. I stand up and watch everyone file out of the courtroom. I feel a bit ashamed that I've ended up here in court. As I walk past the prosecutor he threatens me that there will be serious repercussions if this kind of thing ever happens again. I quickly leave. I'm not in the mood to listen to this bombastic prosecutor.
      Returning to the House, I walk back into my sister's bedroom. Apparently the police were not particularly careful when they raided the place, because I notice a little green pill lying on the floor. It looks like one of the little pills which Connie told me was worth twenty cents, so I know its not valuable and if I found five of them, they would only be worth a dollar. Then I find several more pills lying on the carpet. I don't think the pills are strong, which is one reason why I suspect we were let off so easily in court. I find an assortment of five or six different colored pills, stick them in my right pants pocket, and walk out of the House.
      As I walk down the street, I stick one of the pills into my mouth. I continue walking until my head seems to go blank. I can still feel the remaining pills in my pocket and I hesitate to take any more, although I do take a second one. By now I'm definitely high. I pull out another little pill which looks like a little oblong piece of hard red candy. I also take it. It tastes sweet. I quickly feel higher than ever. I'm a little concerned about mixing the drugs. I hadn't thought they were very powerful, but they've turned out to be quite strong. I don't think I should take the rest of them right now. I'm definitely quite high from the ones which I've taken. The drugs have the feel of an opiate and are definitely not hallucinogens. I prefer hallucinogens, but this opiate high is not unpleasant.
      I reach an area outside of something like a bus or train station where other people are walking around. I pass a shop where three or four people are standing on the sidewalk. Some art works or posters - perhaps from the 1960s - are on display. The proprietor is standing in front of the shop and showing the posters - hanging on display like on a clothes rack - by pushing one after the other to the side so it can be seen. He explains a little about each poster as he displays it.
      I step back and notice that another little shop - it looks like a head shop - is next door. People from that shop also step over and start watching the man show the posters. I speak to one woman who says she's thinking about buying the head shop. She starts telling me what she would sell in the shop. I notice that a little restaurant is also connected to the head shop and I tell her she ought to think about buying the restaurant, too. I think there is one other shop like this in Portsmouth, but I think this is the best one. I wish her luck and I continue walking.
      I enter an open area which appears to be the platform of the train station. I've been here before, but its been a long time ago. I like this place and I feel comfortable among the people here. I wonder if anyone here knows me. I don't see anyone whom I recognize, but I'm not looking at everyone either. I wonder if anyone is aware just how high I am. I notice that I'm not walking exactly right due to the drugs. Since I don't want anyone to realize that I'm high, I decide to float. I rise perhaps ten centimeters off the ground and I begin floating through the people. I think some of them probably notice, but at least now I'm moving steadily. I enjoy floating, even though my mind really isn't working.
      When I exit the train station, I want to cross the train tracks, and I have to pass through some gates and barriers until I reach a metal stairwell which leads to a passage under the train tracks. I float down the empty stairwell toward the door at the bottom. I hope I'm not jumped by some black thugs, because it begins to seem as if I'm in the black area of town. I reach the bottom of the stairs and once I pass through the door, I start floating along extremely fast. I pull the remaining pills out of my pocket. Part of one brown pill breaks off and falls to the ground. I'm going so fast, I don't want to stop and pick it up. I drop another pill which I likewise leave lying. When I finally slow back down to floating at a normal speed, I still have a couple or three pills left.
      I'm definitely sure that I'm now in the black section of town. Instead of being on the street, I'm in the middle of a cluster of small houses. I've been in this area before and I don't feel threatened, but I don't want to be here. I can't seem to find my way out of this labyrinth of houses and finally I float up onto a porch until I find myself on a balcony a couple stores above the ground. This balcony is peculiar because its made of concrete and has a wall about waist high along one side. I like it up here and I can see much of the surrounding town. I realize that I've never been here before because I'm on private property on the balcony of someone's house. I follow the balcony all the way around the house until it comes to a dead end and I have to turn around and go back.
      When I reach the place where I had started on the balcony, I see a ladder and I start to descend. Just as I do, however, I reach up and grab something overhead to steady myself. In the process I pull off a long piece of metal from the roof overhead. Thinking I need to put the metal back, I float out over the side of the balcony - now floating freely in the air a couple stories high. I think about just floating down to the ground, but decide to stay floating where I am, fearful that if I head to the ground I might plunge uncontrollably. I feel comfortable simply floating here.
      I hear a voice and I see someone climbing up the ladder. Then I see other people standing on the balcony. I realize that I know one person who is in fact one of the people whom I'm trying to reach. I'm not sure whether any of these people has ever seen me float. Since I'm now floating here in the air two stories above ground, I think it must be obvious that I've used some drugs. Alluding to my floating, I say, "Yes, its true. I took some drugs or I wouldn't be here."

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    2. The Wolf And The Skunk

      by , 01-02-2014 at 05:53 PM
      Dream of: 23 December 2013 "The Wolf And The Skunk"

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      prepare for transformation

      *My father (probably in his 50s) and I are sitting in the living of the Farmhouse of my father's Gallia County Farm (almost 400 acres of hilly land in Gallia County, Ohio). He's recently sunk several wells for oil, but he hasn't struck anything yet. As he is sitting with his back to one of the large picture windows, I look past him through the window and see a gusher of oil suddenly erupt right outside the Farmhouse. A ferocious stream of black oil shoots into the sky. I jump up and tell him what I see, but by the time he turns around, the gusher has stopped. My father and I rush outside and see that a black cloud of misty oil has floated overhead to the rear of the Farmhouse. I look at the hill behind the Farmhouse and see another gusher erupting near the top of that hill. Then a third gusher erupts up on the hill. I blurt to my father that all the wells are tied together. I'm convinced that a giant oil field lies under the ground and all the wells are tapping into the same source.
      Quite a bit of activity is taking place behind the Farmhouse where oil workers are toiling. A huge truck pulls off the road into the area behind the Farmhouse. Apparently my father is buying this truck. I tell him not to spend too much because he needs to conserve his capital. He mentions that he has some old bills which he's been owed for years and that he intends to collect those. After he asks me a question about suing someone for an old bill, I tell him that he can bring a law suit as long as the bill isn't past the statute of limitations, which I say is five years. I add that he can actually sue someone if the bill is more than five years old, but the defendant can use the statute of limitations as a defense against the lawsuit. I say that it might be worthwhile to bring the lawsuit because the statue-of-limitations defense might not be raised, he which case he could take his judgment against the defendant anyway.
      I walk around the area behind the Farmhouse and see that much work needs to be done here. I think I'll probably work here for a couple days. It seems as if I've borrowed some money from my father and now I'm going to work it off. I see some large piles of logs which need to be cleared out. A couple big semi-trucks show up hauling some large equipment on the trailers behind them. There's also a big pile of scrap metal. I mention to someone that the metal is worth something and that it could be sold.
      As I stand at the top of the bank of a deep gulley behind the Farmhouse, I see two skunks running at the bottom of the gulley. They run up to the top of the bank near me and just as they reach the top, my pet Dalmatian Picasso (1995-2009) runs over and grabs the head of one of the skunks. Suddenly from somewhere a wolf appears. It also jumps on the skunk and grabs it with its teeth. Picasso, who manages to pull out the tongue of the skunk, walks over to the side and starts eating the tongue. The wolf lets go of the skunk which falls back down to the bottom of the gully. The skunk no longer looks like a skunk, but like an all-white animal which is lying there dead. The wolf disappears, but it leaves behind a large piece of something which looks like a plastic bladder which it has pulled out of the inside of the skunk. I really don't like seeing an animal torn apart like that, but there's nothing I can do about it now.
      I notice what appears to be a small snake lying at the top of the bank, but it turns out to be a worm. At the bottom of the gulley I see a very large furry snake which slithers into a pile of something. I notice it has an additional tail sticking out the rear of its body and I wonder if it was actually a snake after all. I point it out to my nephew Steven, who is now standing beside me. It looks like something to be avoided.
      It seems that many animals are in the area because no one has been living in the Farmhouse for a while. The animals seem to have taken over. If so many animals are here close to the Farmhouse, I wonder what its like back in the wide-ranging woods which surround the Farm.
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    3. The Love Of God

      by , 01-02-2014 at 03:13 PM
      Dream of: 17 December 2013 "The Love Of God"

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      lucidity leads to God

      I'm sitting in a movie theater with a thin woman on my right who seems like Katharine Hepburn. Although she's probably in her 60s, she's strangely sensuous, and I'm enjoying her company. I even have my right arm around her shoulder and am relishing the feel of her supple body. I'm amazed that I would be with Katharine Hepburn, but for some reason I think I am.
      Abruptly I awaken and realize that I've been dreaming. I'm disappointed because I had been enjoying the dream so much. So I decide to go back to sleep to see if I can continue with the dream. I return to sleep, and sure enough, I again find myself with the same woman. Now, however, we are no longer at the theater, but inside a house where a party seems to be taking place.
      I feel sure that I'm dreaming again, but my wonderment that I was able to awaken from a dream, return to sleep, and pick up with the same dream, causes me to question whether I am indeed dreaming. I reflect that I've been wanting to have a lucid dream and the thought occurs to me that I'm having a lucid dream right now. I don't know how to test this theory, but it occurs to me that if I were able to float upside down, I could be sure that I'm dreaming. I'm sitting down on a chair and I'm amazed that I'm able to rise into the air and turn upside down in the air - still in a sitting position. It seems absolutely incredible that I find myself floating upside down and I find great difficulty believing that this is happening.
      Fully lucid now, I suddenly remember the "task of the month" from the Lucid Views web site. Remembering that I'm supposed to accomplish a task when I become lucid in a dream, I start trying to remember "What was the task? What was the task?" Suddenly I remember two of the tasks. I recall that one task is to ask someone what they're thankful for. I also remember that another task had to do with becoming a wolf. Trying to chose between the two tasks, I think that becoming a wolf would be the better task, but it might be too difficult, especially since I'm floating upside down. Since other people are in the room, I decide that I should try to complete the easier task of asking someone what he's thankful for. I'm all excited because I didn't think I'd ever be able to remember a task like this. It seems so unreal that this is happening.
      Reveling in my lucidity, I float around upside down over top of these people with my head at about the same level as the people and I try to get someone's attention. I first see a little boy and I think of asking him, but then I see a man who looks like a better candidate. I float over top of him - still upside down in a seated position - with my head close to his. When I try to ask him, however, I can't seem to talk. I persevere and continue trying to ask the man the question - what are you thankful for? - until somehow I'm able to telepathically ask him the question. I'm afraid I'm losing control of the situation and the man will not hear me and will not answer the question. At the same time, I seem to be saying to myself, "What would be a good answer? What would be a good answer?" and suddenly in my mind I hear the response, "I'm thankful for the love of God."
      I'm not sure if the man telepathically answered me, of if the answer came from my own mind, but I'm overwhelmed by the profundity of this answer. It almost seems as if this is the response that I wanted to hear, and I'm unsure but what I just thought up the answer myself.
      I stand back up on my feet and awaken from the dream. I want to write down the dream so I don't forget it. I sit down and I write down the words "I'm thankful for the love of God" and am preparing to write the rest of the dream when I see my old friend Melanie (an English professor at Southern Methodist University whom I first met around 1987) walk through the room. I now realize that I'm in her house and that she is the one giving this party. I want to tell someone what I've just experienced and I think if I tell Melanie my dream right now, then I won't forget it. I start trying to tell her the dream, but she is busy with something and doesn't seem to have time at the moment to listen to the dream.
      I follow her into the adjoining room where she has been laying out a table with abnormally large pieces of exotic Latin-American-looking fruit. I'm now quite hungry and am particularly drawn to some large pieces of fruit which look like grapefruit which is arranged on a multi-tiered round glass structure in the middle of the table. I ask her if I can have a piece. She responds, but I don't quite hear what she says. Nevertheless, I pick up a large piece of fruit and I and start eating it. I then follow Melanie back to the main room where I see more fruit laid out in a more customary arrangement and I wonder if I should have taken the piece from the glass structure, which now seems as if it was almost like some kind of decorative structure. I wonder if Melanie is miffed because I took that fruit. I'm going to eat it anyway, I'm so hungry.

      Dream Commentary

      The task of asking a dream character what they are thankful for was actually one of the tasks for November, but I didn't realize that until well after I woke up and had recorded the dream.

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