[†] Citadel of Dreams [†]

This thread will be an almost complete collection of all my dreams, lucid dreams, nightmares, realizations, and other matters relating to spirituality and the dream world.

It will contain both things from the world of dreams and the waking world, as I also practice things such as automatic writing and automatic art. It also explores my transition from atheist to agnostic, to a believer in Christ (Catholic).

But don't worry about me going off on some God and Jesus mumbo-jumbo. While I will explore that aspect, I am most certainly NOT the type to go forcing my religion down the throats of others. I don't expect anyone to believe in the same things I do and while I welcome a discussion about it, I don't appreciate anyone telling me that it's a bunch of lies or that spirit guides and God doesn't exist, etc etc.

So take it for what it is worth.

And given the nature of some of the things I've been told in the past, there are some dreams that I won't be able to post on here due to the fact that they are more like revelations, and my guides may not want me to post them. I will post as many things as I can, but if I think that what they are saying is a proper revelation that should be discussed with a priest, then I'll ask for permission to post it before I actually do. If I'm not allowed, I'll simply make a note about it.

I keep my main journal as a handwritten account in a special notebook, so bear with me as I copy it all out.

Feel free to comment as you see fit, and I welcome any questions or discussions that you may have on the subjects that arise.

The First Lucid Dream

The first time that I met this spirit was scary yet familiar. I was lying in bed and hadn't realized that I'd fallen asleep. It was the middle of the day, and I don't even remember closing my eyes.

My hand was resting near my hip and I was lying slightly on my side, yet looking up at the roof. I felt a tug on the blankets at my waist, and figured the cat was climbing onto the bed and was pulling the sheets. Then I felt warmth at my back, and thinking it was once again the cat, I waited for the sheets to loosen up. But they didn’t.

I then realized that the warm at my back was too big to be the cat, and I began to think. It felt more like a male chest. That’s when a hand seemed to clamp down over my own and wouldn’t let me move. Not even a centimetre.

The one around my waist pinned me down as well. I also felt a face in behind my ear, resting against my head. It then made this strange noise, like it was licking its lips and smacking them together, like one does when eating an ice cream. I could feel it breathing on me.

I tried to turn around and look at it, but there was nothing there. I also couldn’t turn my head much to see anything anyway, because its head was there. I hadn’t been frightened, but I used my right thumb to jab it in the underside of the chin, really hard. It didn’t affect it, but it felt like a real person, even though I couldn’t see it. It seemed familiar, and I could have quite easily have laid there and relaxed. It then faded out, and I knew that I was now awake, and had been dreaming.

The Second Lucid Dream


I was lying on my bed, slightly on my right side, and I'd fallen asleep again without realizing it. Though, it was dark this time. I was staring at the door and felt a pressure like an arm across my shoulders, pinning me down. Once again, I felt its face nect to my own, and then it opened its mouth.

This time though, I heard screaming, It was a man screaming, with several others in the background. They sounded like they were a long distance away, but not on this plane. The screams were cut off quickly, and this thing then bit me on the neck. While I felt it easily, I think the shock of it more than any pain was what caused me to jump and snap awake.

After that, I began wondering if it was a spirit of some sort, so I looked up things about spirits, spirit guides, and how to communicate with them on this awesome site called www.crystalinks.com

I began to meditate to increase my spiritual awarenessm and after my first contact through automatic writing, my hands and arms would contort painfully. Though, they've stopped doing that a long time ago. (It is now 2008.)

I couldn't really make much sense at the time, but I believed that his name was either Damien or Mobster. I figured the biting thing was because he was mad that I'd jabbed him with my thumb. I also came to believe that he was my spirit guide, and that Mobster may have been his nickname.

The Third Lucid Dream


This encounter was far more pleasant, as I thought I'd figured out what he was. It was more of a dreamlike state this time, and was the first encounter I'd had in which I wasn't just laying in bed. I was standing in front of a house, looking at a cobbled street and nice little garden with a wrought-iron fence. There was a big tree to the right, and the road sloped down that way too. I got the impression that it was an Italian city of sorts. It was dark, but there wa sa full moon and I could see clearly.

There was a red and silver car parked out the front, much like the one that mum's nephew - Jason - owned. I started floating towards it, and I was suddenly in the back of it, whatching the two shadows in the front seats talking. I couldn't see their faces, but the passenger was a woman, and the driver was a man. I looked in the rearview mirror, and saw something sitting behind me. It was blurry, but almost looked like me.

I felt these warm hands on my shoulders, and lips near my ear saying "Sh...Shhh!" It seemed to be this spirit guide, but he wanted me to be quiet for some reason.

Suddely we were back in front of the house, but facing the wall. He was tickling me, and we were quite happy. I could see his hands, but I couldn't think to look up at his face. After that, it faded out.

The Fourth Lucid Dream


I think he showed up once more before this encounter, but I forgot what happened before I wrote it down.

This time I had a weird dream. It was about these gemstones that I had to collect and fit in a circle around my navel. There was also a little Hopi Indian thatlike my guide, as if I was Indiana Jones. But he was a traitor. There was also some creepy guy named Juse and his assistant, and I believe he was after the gems to do evil. So I laid on my front and pretended I was dead so that he wouldn't see where I'd hidden them. This was after I'd pried a gem out of the eye of this bald eagle symbol on the floor, that resembled the Presidential Seal.

In the end, my guide showed up again, and I ran my hand up his arm before rolling over and onto his chest. But everything went into these strange colours, like looking through a scratchlight image, similar to stained glass. He then faded out from under my until I was laying on my pillow again.

The Fifth Lucid Dream


He showed up a few more times, but I can't remember details. Usually it just involves us laying there. He's quite cuddly, which is interesting, I've never been a cuddly person, and I dislike people touching me like that in waking life. I'm not one for displays of affection, but he made it seem quite relaxed and comfortable, and pleasant to be there.

The Sixth Lucid Dream


In this dream, I was back at my old primary school, and I was riding around the edge of the lower football (AFL) field. There was a kid there kicking the football around to himself, and he seemed to like the horse a lot. The next thing I knew, I was running down the hill that normally leads to the fish and chip shop, but the scenery changed to tall apartment blocks like in a city.

I kept looking back up this hill with the white road markers, as if there was a car about to come and I was checking to make sure that I wouldn't get run down. Then I felt the hands of my guide at my waist as I was running, and they seemed like they wanted to lift me up and make me lighter. Like they were hurrying me along.

I tucked my legs up after a few bounds, and they lifted me up into the air. I almost felt like Spiderman, doing some huge but controlled leap. The hands set me down lightly on the footpath at the cross on the T intersection, just as a woman looked out the door in the oppsite direction. But as she turned to me, I turned away and walked off like nothing had happened - as if I'd been standing there the entire time.

It was an amazing feeling, like I was flying.

The Seventh Lucid Dream


This time I was standing in my room, watching everything in what seemed to be wide screen mode, though quite thin. Almost like what you'd expect to see if you looked through Robocop's helmet. But not cut off at the top and bottom. Thing is, my eyes were completely closed, and I could feel that they were because I squeezed them shut tighter and they wouldn't go any further. I remember stepping on one of the weights that I usually use to hold the door open, but it was sitting in a different position in my room. I was really uncoordinated with my walking, as if my legs were numb. By the time I had turned around, I could see someone sitting on my bed.

He had dark hair, and was wearing clothes similar to mine, only with a darker shirt underneath it. I stepped closer to the blurry figure, and almost fell over. So he placed his hand on my hip and arm, pulling me closer. I placed my arms around his shoulders, and the eyeless sight faded out into black. I touched the side of his face, and we were laying down again.

I remember touching and playing with his ear, though I don't remember why. I didn't want to let him go in case he disappeared again. He started talking, and I understood him easily. He sounded a bit like he had a cold and was talking through his nose.

He told me "I'm sorry. You tried to walk away, but I grabbed you." I then woke up after that.

These dreams seem to give me a lot of energy, even though I've barely slept.

The Eighth Lucid Dream


I remembered a previous encounter. It might have been the fifth one. He was sort of licking and chewing on my neck for some unknown reason, and when I woke up, it felt rather like there was a tiny wet patch there.

* * *

The eighth encounter was just like a normal dream, and rather odd. Me and mum had just come out of the supermarket, and were in the car park. I was on the passenger side, waiting on her to unlock the door when a person turned me around and held a gun to my head. He was an Asian male, young, and with a round, slightly flat face. But he didn't appear to be chubby. His eyes were more of an almond shape I think, so I don't this he was Japanese or Chinese. He looked more like a Korean or Vietnamese person - perhaps with a mixed bloodline.

He seemed to now me, though I had no idea who he was. I must have gotten onto my knees at some point, because he was standing over me with the gun at my left ear.

He then said "Hello Clancie. Where is Mrs McNeil?"

I replied to him "I don't know. We just went into the supermarket. She's probably still in there."

For some reason, I'd thought he was talking about my mother, who had disappeared by that time. The only Mrs McNeil I know is the wife of my architechture teacher, though I'd never met her.

I think he then said "Wrong Answer."

I could feel this liquid head trickling from my ear, but my guide then pulled me back out of the dream before I heard or felt a gunshot.

Looking back on it all now, he looked and sounded a LOT like the guy who shot up Virginia Tech.

The Ninth Lucid Dream


It was almost like a dream this time. At first I could see. I went to lay down on this bed with a thick white duck down duvet, at I knew my guide was there behind me. I laid down under the covers, and he laid down behind me and wrapped an arm over my waist. I placed my hand over his, and my fingers slipped between his own, which were much larger.

I could feel the ridges of his knuckles and the skin on his hand, which was both rough and smooth at the same time. For some reason, I was able to feel these tiny details quite easily. I was then lying there facing him, and I was able to feel the stubble on his jaw grazing my cheek.

His chin was sort of wet as well. I don't know if one of us had beel drooling or not, but I remembered it felt wet against my eyelid as he lifted his head up. I also had my hand on the back of his neck, and I could clearly feel the hair there prickling my skin. Though less than his jaw had.

The Tenth Lucid Dream


I'd been drifting off to sleep while listing to Christina Aguilera - Dirrty when it started to sound like it was being played backwards and sung by a male. Then my guide was there, trying to roll me onto my left side. He hadn't done that before. After that, my vision blacked out, and all I oculd see were these white block numbers in front of me. They were faded out and smokey in some parts, and were against a black background.

It read either 12507, or 15207.

It could be a date, time, or when put in the context of the letters of the alphabet, it spells "leg." My guide was whispering something to me whle I was reading this, but I could only pay attention to what I was seeing.

After I got my vision back, I was staring up at the rood, and it was getting closer and closer. I got close to the light, and covered my head with my hands, even though I thought I'd pass straight through it. When I went through it, if felt like a ouff of air had been blown into my face. I could see all the different layers of the inside of the room. The last thing I saw before I woke up was the stars in the night sky.

Well, there was a little more to it, but it was insignificant. Just me asking my friend in the dream to remind me of it.

Date Confirmation


As it turns out, the number was 15207, and was a date. 15th February, 2007.

I ended up going to the doctor's and to the hospital on that date, and found out I had Graves' Disease. This ties i with my dream dictionary saying that numbers surrounded in black can mean a death of some kind. Death, grave. It works.

It also may have another meaning. Fits in with a bible verse that I ended up looking at while having a discussion/argument on the Catholic Forums.

Job 15, Lines 2-7

"Job, if you had any sense, you would stop spreading all this hot air. Your words are enough to make others turn from God and ead them to doubt. And you sinful, scheming mind is the source of all you say. I am not here as your Judge; your own words are witnesses against you. Were you the first human? Are you older than the hills?"


Keep in mind that I hadn't found this verse untik much later, and not until 2008 that I started researching the Catholic faith. So I rewrote this entry to accommodate it.

Saints?


It had been ages since I posted an update to the online spirit journal that I am copying this from. so I can't remember all the things that have happpened in then. I've come to believe that my guides may be Saint Joan of Arc and Saint Gabriel Possenti.

It started with me not being able to stop thinking about Joan. I hadn't thought of her in years, so I don't know what started it at all. I turned her into a roleplay character, but she was too hard to play with no real basis for her beliefs. So I started researching her and her religion even further. It ended up with me questioning my guides if they were saints, and I think that they said yes.

I ended up having another dream in which he came to me in a blue mist. It was very brief, but I saw his face as he lifted me up into his arms. He had quite a nice, friendly smile.

After I researched saints and questioning him further, I believe he said "Gabriel." I looked at pictures of them, and found that Gabriel Possenti had a striking similarity, even though I'd never heard of him or seen a picture of him before. There is also something familiar about his clothes in the image, though I don't know why.

I think he may have said "Mobster" to start with, as there is a picture of him resembling a 1920's gangster.

Bibles, Prayers & Dreams


I'm considering getting baptised and going to church. It's gone from athiest to believer in a sudden snap, and I think I have Joan to thank for that. I've even got a bible and a rosary now.

I had dream about going to a religious education class, but wasn't sure if I wanted to go through with it. So I prayed that night, and asked God for confirmation about where I was supposed to be and if I should go to church. And my prayers were answered. The next night, I dreamed that I was in church, watching this priest who was standing at the very edge of this white-gold light that was pointed at the altar. He was standing near the people in the pews, who were all shrouded in darkness.

One of my friends got up to leave, as did another. But the second friend got told off by the priest, as we were about to have communion, and she couldn't leave. For some reason, I was the only one enjoying it all, and was paying attention. Even one of my Christian friends didn't care.

On the third night, I prayed but got no dreams, but the fourth night I had another church dream. Can't remember it though. But I NEVER have recurring dreams like that.

Saint Joan has been a positive influence on me though. I've become more patient and forgiving.

Gotta love old Joanie. <3

Charity And Kindness


Today I was thinking of all the amazing things that the saints have done for those less fortunate than them, and I couldn't help but wish that there was something that I could do for them as wlel. Not too long after that, I got a Myspace friend request from a group of people called Campaign For Care. They dew blankets by hand and give them to the homeless.

And I thought "That's it. I can do that too." Once I join this church, I can get a group of people togerther and make blankets, soup, toys and clothes for the poor and homeless. It would be great to take a van full of it to Melbourne and distribute it up there. Not just at the shelters, but on the streets too.

Lucid Nightmares


I was woken up by another lucid dream in which I was mostly awake.

I couldn't lock my door properly in the dream, and I had to pull it open a bit to lock it. but when I did, an unseen force just clew it open like the wind, and bit by dit it pushed me against the wall.

I was then laying on mybed again and heard a woman scream. But it too sounded like it was coming from another plane, and not just outside.

Although I got this bad vibe off it, a person on the forum suggested that this may be "God" bursting into my life, when previously I'd shut him out This time, I opened the door enough for him to get afoothold in my life, and now I can't control what happens.

At least, I hope that's what it means. I'd rather it be than than a warning for my safety, or that of someone else.

Prayer


I really think I'm starting to get the hang of this praying thing. I was a person who hated to cry for whatever the reason. But now when I pray to God, I've been given the gift of tears, and I can cry for seemingly no reason at all. Whether it's for what God and Jesus have done for us, or for the saints that gave their lives to teach us what we need to know seems to vary depending on the prayer. Unlike the other times in my life, it feels good to cry in this manner.

I'm starting to enjoy this religious experience. I don't a clue why, but I think this is one thing that I don't need to understand.

Saint Joan


A while back, I had a dream with Saint Joan in it. I didn't quite understand it then, but now I think that I do. It was before I'd started researching the Catholic way of life, and in this dream, I was simply a mercenary. At the same time, I seemed to be waiting specifically for her.

I was at my old house, and she came riding along on a brown pony with some soldiers behind her. I didn't pay any attention to them, but I was just fascinated with Joan in this dream and couldn't help but stumble and stutter my entire way through the one-sided conversation with her. She'd ridden into the carport, and I'd taken her hand. It felt real and strong - unlike the rest of the dream. I could feel how solid the armor was on her forearm. I introduced myself, and went to help her off her horse. But I couldn't let go. I was pulling one way, and she was pulling the other.

She never said anything to me. Just gave me this knowing, amused smile the entire time. Like she understood why I was acting that way. She managed to get down off the horse the way she wanted though, and so it was between us.

I looked up my dream dictionary, and a carport implies a temporary shelter, plus with what people on the forum were saying about Saint Joan leading the way.

I hold her in high regard, and want to be one of her soldiers. But she is trying to climb down off the high horse, and I'm not willing to let her. I have this familiarity with her, so the temporary shelter she offers is comfortable yet prevents me from seeing the bigger picture, which is God.

That high horse is like a barrier between us, and she needs to stand on the same ground as me. On her terms - not mine.


* * *

I asked Joan in a prayer if I could draw this picture of her from what I remembered of my dream. I think I have the smile right, but she had smaller, sharper eyes. More focused, - kind and understanding, but stern and strong. The sort of eyes that you don't want to see get angry or upset.

I asked for her help in drawing this as I had trouble remembering, and I think it turned out okay. It's the best that I can do.

http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/j...JoanofArc1.jpg

Jehanne's Art


Apparently I must call her Jehanne, as she said in automatic writing. Not Joan, or Saint Joan. Although she doesn't like the idea, she has been kind enough to let me paint/draw some pictures of her.

The things she said she'd like to be depicted foing in these images are "crying", "sewing", and "being healed by Mary."

Nothing military related from her side. She's a sweetie like that. :D

I think that although her hair in the dream was dark, she may have said that her hair was a sienna colour, and had dark blue eyes. I was also able to get her to try some automatic art. It's far easier to see what she's talking about, as the handwriting is horrible to read. She seems to like it more as wlel, as she frequently scribbles everywhere on the pge when I can't understand what she is saying.

I think she described this one as d'Alençon helping her off her horse, around 1429.

http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/j...e/100_0001.jpg

This one was done previously, before I had established a good connection with her. She is either signalling troops while holding her standard, or reaching up form the flames.

I think the former is more likely, as she seems to be more interested in her life, rather than her death. She also likes to sign her images, but with the way the pen jerks everywhere, it turns out looking rather stretched. She occasionally misses a letter too. Well, either than or it's so bunched together that I can't see what the letters are anyway. You can see the signature at the right above what looks to be either a man with a flag, or a strange looking flame.

And yes, those scribbles are what the writing looks like.

http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/j...e/100_2733.jpg

Jehanne definately seems to favour the scribbled artworks over the writing. I'm not surprised, given that she couldn't read or write during her lifetime. Plus, we both seem to get frustrated when I can't understand what she is writing. I don't blame her, though. I get frustrated because I can't read it, and she is probably sick of me asking the same questions over and over. So art acts as a happy medium. because we can both do that.

From what I gather, Jehanne is a lot more serious and secretive about what she is telling and showing me, compared to my other guide. Given her military history, I'm sure she is used to giving out orders and having peopel follow them. And I understand her concern for me to ot go running my mouth about the things she is telling me, She would have gotten in trouble. People thought she was crazy from what little she DID tell them.

She's far more serious about what I can call her as well. She has given permission to entitle artworks with her title of "Saint", but she likes to just be called "Jehanne."

Not nicknames like "Jeanette", "Joanie", or "Joan", etc.

The reason she gave for this was simply "Saint" was too formal, and it was "Jehanne" that was her name. The others were too personal, as I didn't know her well enough.

She didn't want me to speak to anyone of what she had told me, but I basically begged her to let me tell at least one of my friends about it, and she allowed it. And for that I thank her, because it's a lot easier to cope with when someone supports you.

Charity & Prayers


God appears to be answering my prayers. He's allowed for Jason's wife to get a decent, well-paying job. Jason's boss wasn't paying him, and they had no money to buy food for the kids. So thankfully, and hopefully, this job will do them some good.

And it's amazing how surprised some people are at acts of charity, even when working in a business devoted to that. Today I went into St Vinnie's o shop, and bought a rosary, scapular medal, and a little pocket book of prayers and devotions. It came to a total of around $8, and I gave the woman a $10 note and told her to keep the change. She looked almost shocked as she thanked me.

It's amazing what a couple of dollars can accomplish. I hope that i goes to a good cause, and really helps someone in need.

I can't wait until I have more to donate.

Jehanne's Art



I went to ask Jehanne a question about whether I could post my regular dreams on Dream Views, and it escalated into another conversation. She ended up wanting to draw another picture.

It isn't finished, because I managed to pick up on what she was trying to draw. I'd seen a news article earlier about the Marlins baseball team, and I happened to have a Marlins baseball bat. So once I saw the fish, I examined the bat. I assumed she was telling me something about Florida, but I don't know what. One of my net friends lives there, so I hope that it isn't a warning for something bad.

http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/j...in-Florida.jpg

The Book


The other night, I had a strange, regular dream in which I walked down the street to where there were these little stages set up with desks on them. Behind the desks were American presidential candidates.

It was similar to a career day, only instead of sitting down and speaking with them, we stood before each stage while they looked down at us. From a distance, I only noticed Obama and Hillary, but it was Obama that got most of my attention. He was being picked on, and people were scribbling oall over the paper name tag taped to the front of his desk. Yet he kept silent, and just smiled. They didn't seem to be getting to him.

But after these people left to talk to Hillary in a nice manner, nobody stayed to hear what Obama had to say. I felt sorry for him, and approached him to take down the mean posters they'd stuck up over his name. I can't remember exactly what I said to him, but it was something along the lines of "That wasn't very nice of them," or "I don't know how you put up with that." This was in an effort to be nice to him.

By this time, Obama had changed into Morgan Freeman. I'm not sure what he said to me, but my words had seemed to make him realize that I was a good person. He wanted me to write my name and phone number down so that we could discuss something later. So he presented me with this black book, but my name was already written in it. So I only needed to write down my phone number. I thought this was a little strange, but I did it anyway.

The interesting thing that I noticed about the book was that it was a bit backwards. It had my name in the right coloumn of the left page, and the phone number came before it. I had absolutely no problem writing all this down, and I was unable to see any other names because his hand was covering most of it.




It was a confusing dream at first, but once I analysed it, it stated to make more sense.

Morgan Freeman played God in one of his movies.
America is a superpower.
Therefore superpower is God.
Hillary and the others would stand for the other false Gods that people worship.

Obviously the next thing I had to understand is why they were acting mean towards him. I guess it is because people no longer believe in him, and are quick to say awful things and smear his good name.

After that, I had to understand the book and phone number. It was like I'd signed up for something, and was waiting on God's call. But after I'd done several calculations of those numbers in regards to bible passages, I came up with the following...


Psalm 16, line 7

"I praise you, Lord, for being my guide. Even in the darkest night, your teachings fill my mind."



Psalm 24, Line 7

"Open the ancient gates so that the glorious king may enter."


The above two fit in with my quest to find my spirit guide and the dream I had about unlocking my door. But what struck me as most important was in the book of Daniel, chapter 12. It speaks of a book, like that which I had seen.


Line 1
"And your people that have their names written in the book will be protected."

Line 4
"Daniel, I now command you to keep the message of this book secret until the end of time."


Line 4 struck me as important as the book was similar to this one, and I had been seeking guidance as to who I could show it to. The note at the bottom of the bible states that "The Book" was either the book with the names of God's people in it, or the book with the record of the good and evil people have done.

What is also interesting is that an angel named Gabriel came to Daniel, picked him up, and told him about the end of the world, which is strangely similar to a lucid dream that I have had.

Jehanne's Art


Jehanne was quite active today in wanting to draw things. She seemed to be in a really good mood, and even wanted to joke about. I think this is because I'm finally starting to understand what she is telling me.

But after looking through my dream dictionary, the marlin she drew before may not be about Florida. The dictionary gave an entry like the following.

Marlin
Corresponds with spiritual focus; centered spiritual attention.


I believe that she means for me to focus on what she is telling me, which is then told through the next series of pictures.

The image is an eagle holding an olive branch in its mouth, I think.

http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/j...anne/Eagle.jpg

Eagle
Defines the self confidence of intellectual freedon to persue unconventional concepts or issues.

Olive Branch
Naturally signifies a peace offering; desire to terminate conflict and go forward.

Mouth
Manner in which one speaks or communicates.


I think this means Jehanne is giving me her blessings to continue to speaking with her through these unconventional methos of communication, despite others trying to pick fights with me about it being wrong.

http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/j...ehanne/Eye.jpg

At first I wasn't sure whether this was a turtle or an eye, but although both fit, I think the entry of "Misty Eye" fits the best.

Misty Eye
Characterizes perceptions affected by emotion/sensitivity.

Combined with all the other images, I think it comes as a warning not to let my love for Jehanne and what she does get in the way of my spiritual duty.

http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/j...ne/Catfish.jpg

This is where she starts getting more obvious and comical in her message. This is a catfish.

Note the ears.

Catfish
Denotes a cattiness to one's spiritual beliefs; pretentious or arrogant spiritual beliefs.

I think this is my warning not to think too highly of my abilities and the gifts God has given me. Not to act like I'm above others for it.

http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/j...anne/Darcy.jpg

And finally, theis is where she gets funny. I knew the hair straight away. It was my brother.

Me: "Is that my brother?"
Jehanne: "Yes."
Me: "What about him? Is something going to happen?"
Jehanne: "He is my honey. Men are good."
Me: "What? Honey? As in sweetie?"
Jehanne: "Yes."
Me: "You can't be serious. YOU LIKE MY BROTHER?! Are you joking?"
[Insert jealousy and disbelief.]
Jehanne: "Haha. Yes. I am just joking."



PHEW!

I was starting to think she was going a little nutty, or had a horrible taste in men.

I think this humor was a reward for me finally understanding her. And if it is, I can't wait to see what other jokes she has coming. She totally got me on this one. I deserved it, because I often make a lot of jokes about her.

http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/j...67ac49f961.jpg

Jehanne's Art

http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/j...seandheart.jpg

I'm not really sure what she was trying to accomplish with these pictures, but it seems like she may be talking about love of some kind. When she was drawing the rose, I thought it looked like a shark, which lead me to think that my friend called Rose may be attacked by a shark. But I looked it up, and it may mean something different.

Rose
Portrays strong admiration

Rosebud
Pertains to a beginning of budding attraction; beginning feelings of admiration.


I'm not sure whether she is talking about my love for her, her love for me, or our love for something else, but I think she may have said "My love is good."

She may also be saying not to let religious fanatics get in the way of that love, which I assume is a spiritual love - not bound by gender or regular human emotions that we can understand. (That was what shark meant. It had to do with religious fanatics who try to convert others to their beliefs in a relentless manner.)

It also crossed my mind that she may have been talking about the rosary, which "recommends a time to pray and turn to the divine essence." However, it didn't seem like she was suggesting that.

I got a bit confused, so I started asking her about whether she was talking about spiritual love.

Me: "So spiritual love is something that is not bound by regular human emotions or gender?"
Jehanne: "Somewhat."
Me: "I don't get it. Spiritual love is...ugh...Is it bound by gender?"
Jehanne: "Yes."
Me: "How so? Uh, let me start with something simple. Is homosexuality a sin? Will someone not get into heaven for being homosexual?"
Jehanne: "Homosexuality is a sin? Are you stupid?"
Me: "...What? Are you even Jehanne? Why would you say that?"
Jehanne: "Yes."

I then took a break to write this down, and I questioned her some more.

Me: "Is homosexuality a sin?"
Jehanne: "No."
Me: "Will homosexuality stop someone from getting into heaven?"
Jehanne: "No."
Me: "Do you believe that homosexuality is a sin?"

At that point, the pen slipped when I was writing and churched out something unreadacle. So I broke it down into two questions, and her answers seemed a little strange for a devout catholic. I repeated, and got a no.

Me: "Do you believe homosexuality is a sin?"
Jehanne: "No."
Me: "Did you believe it was a sin when you were still alive?"
Jehanne: "Yes?
Me: "So is spiritual love something where you can develop a connection with a person even though you've never met them? Like, a person can have a relationship even though one person is long dead, or something to that effect?"
Jehanne: "Yes."

Given my strange obsession with her, I thought I'd better question it further.

Me: "Is spiiritual love the kind of love that we have?"
Jehanne: "Yes."
Me: "Does spiritual love exist in the forms that it does on earth? Like mother/daughter, sisters, and stuff like that?"
Jehanne: "Yes."
Me: "So what kind of spiritual love do we have? Sisters?"

It looked like she'd said yes, but I had to question her again because she kept writing and doubling back on herself like she wanted to correct it.

Me: "Is it sisters?"
Jehanne: "No. we have more than that."
Me: "So what kind of spiritual love do we have?"
Jehanne: "The same kind you dream about."
Me: "That seems rather unrealistic."
Jehanne: "Why?"
Me: "You don't seem like the kind of person to be like that."
Jehanne: "OH MY GOD-..."



At that point I stopped speaking with what I thought was Jehanne. She seemed way too easy to read, and was saying things completely out of character for who she was. I don't know if it really was her or not, but it was confusing.

One minute her answer was "sisters", and the next it wasn't. So I decided it was best to stop. She'd said earlier that I should go to bed anyway.

That sounded more like her. She's a bit motherly in that sense.

Lucid Dream

I missed my first opportunity to take myself up during a strange Pirates of the Caribbean dream, but I asked God and my guides to help me have a lucid one. I was so frustrated because my cat kept taking me up all the time, but I ended up waking myself up.

The dream started out with me walking in circles around this house, watching these guys playing poker each time I passed. Some guy kept saying something, and I was getting angry because it was like he was forgetting that I was going past each time and kept asking the same question.

But after I went past and they weren't there, I turned around and walked back the other way, where an open door had appeared in the building. I went inside, and my mother was by the door. She started asking me about automatic writing, and got me to realize that I was dreaming. It caused me to make a reality check after it changed back to me laying in bed, and I poked my finger straight through my palm.

I started to get up and out of bed, kicking my lucid legs around, ut my eyesight started fading. I said something along the lines of "give me my astral vision" in my mind, but this loud whistling started in my ears. It was like someone immitating a kettle by whistling through their teeth.

It got louder and louder, and gave me a fright. So I called for my guide, who I think may have rolled me into my side and I woke up. However, now that I think about it, it may not have been the male one. It was lighter and barely even there. Maybe it was Jehanne.

I don't know.

But I'm an idiot. I was aware that some people experience whistling, but I got a fright anyway.

A New Guide

The other day I had another lucid dream. It wasn't important, but it involved the joker from Batman. I managed to morph his tongue so that it was so huge that it reached the floor.


But last night's dream was far more important. I met another guide, which was female this time. I successful asked both her name and if she was my spirit guide, unlike I've been able to do with the other one. Although I couldn't see anything, she came on my right side instead of my left like the male does.

I think her name is Anita.

She never said it, but the name popped into my mind, and I asked if she was Anita. I think she said yes.

She's a little more helpful than my other guide. She gave me the answers to my questions, and all I had to do was reach out to her and she would pull me up into a sitting position. She did this several times, because I kept laying back down as I lost focus.

The Hearos sleep mask that Clairity recommended in one of her posts has been a REAL help - as has praying to God and having a good old chat with him before asking him to assist in specific aspects of lucid dreaming.

Extended Lucid Dream


I had an extended lucid dream in which I actually remembered to do stuff this time. Immediately upon realizing I was in the dream I asked to see my female guide, and I got a rather nice surprise. The tighter I closed my eyes, the more I could see the little shadow puppet show that was playing.

It started off with this faded out white dove against a black background that was flapping its wings. It then flew towards this figure standing on a hill. As the scene moved to the left to incorporate the figure, it disappeared and I was then seeing a little shadow puppet show come into play with a white background and black figures.

There was a decorative little hill upon which a figure was standing. I recognised it immediately. It was a woman in plate armor, but wearing a dress and holding a square banner. It was Jehanne.

http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/j...ne/Puppet1.jpg

In front and to the sides of her, these little shadow puppet soldiers were fighting a battle, and in the background there was a little horse in the Roman style of design, with another little Jehanne riding it with her standard. It was rather comical, because the horse kept bounding high up into the air and then disappearing behind the hill.

I'd previously had been thinking of things to ask Jehanne in the dreamworld, and something that came up was for her to show me an event in her life. I think this was showing me how she was captured, though she wasn't on the horse.

http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/j...ne/Puppet2.jpg

The little Jehanne with the square banner ran towards the left, with her legs going first and her upper body following a moment later as she bent back against the wind in a puppet-like manner. The scene changed to a little battle under a tree, but it was clear her soldiers were losing from the dead knights laying around. Jehanne waved her little banner about to signal the retreat, and started to panic when she got back to the hill and saw most of her soldiers were dead or retreating there as well.

http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/j...ne/Puppet3.jpg

But when Jehanne tried to retreat with them, she couldn't get past all her soldiers and their own banners who had formed this curved wall as they tried to escape. Yet they didn't move. So she was basically at the mercy of whoever came up behind her. However, I didn't get to see anything past that, because it faded out.


I was then looking up at this very vivid night sky which was almost purple as it sometimes is outside my house. I was staring at what I thought was this dove in the shadows, but it may have been a crow perched on the edge of my cabin, given the noise it made. I tried to call it using dove noises, but it didn't work. This part of the dream was very vivid, and I thought that the dove would make an excellent dreamsign for Jehanne to tell me when she was there, given that doves flew away from the city when she was burned at the stake.

I decided I'd had enough of the darkness, and wanted to see daylight. I wiped my hands across the sky like I was trying to move it, but I only dusted it off like a blackboard and I was staring up at my roof as it came into view. I thought I'd woken up, but the posts on dreamviews had helped. Plus I was laying at the wrong end of the bed. So I did a reality check, and poked my finger straight through my palm.

It started fading out, so I yelled to myself "Stay awake, stay awake, stay awake!" and my vision came back. I then attempted to change what I was wearing by taking off one article of clothing at a time, just by imagining they weren't there. It worked with great success.

I ended up with no pants.

I woke up only a few moments later, but I struggled to remember all the aspects of the dream as I wasn't used to it going on for so long.



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Oh, and I also had a regular dream before that as well. My male cat was shoving a strange looking gerbil/marsupial thing around on the floor, and then it started sucking on his nipples as if he was its mother. I tried to make mum look at how funny it was in the dream, but she wouldn't look.

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Another little thing I found out while I was typing this up...

Crow
Represents clear messages; straight talk; a messenger of the Higher Self.

Well, that's all for now until I have some more.

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By the way, I'm seriously loving this mask that you recommended if you ever read this journal, Clairity. >_>

It's been SO helpful. I can now get to sleep so much easier. I normally have some kind of a light coming into my room from the street, so blocking that out lets me go to sleep a lot faster and have WAY more lucid dreams.

Dream


Had a couple of regular dreams last night. Unfortunately it was really hot and I had the fan on me all night, so my quality of sleep wasn't good enough for a lucid dream. What was interesting is one dream repeated itself, and all three were God-related.

The first one I was in the shed at my old place, and I think I was looking for something. Next thing I know, God has me curled up against his enormously huge chest, and he's showing me something written on a piece of paper. It was like a list of some kind. There were these little pictures of trees. One tree, two trees, three trees, etc, and then next to that an equals sign with a number. Can't remember everything on the list. I was too busy just snuggling up to him.

The second dream that repeated itself had to do something with Jesus breaking the bread. It was really fuzzy, but I got the occasional glimpse of half a hamburger instead of any unleavened bread. I think he was also standing in front of the fridge in my laundry, but who knows?

Maybe God kicked Jesus out and made him work at McDonalds for spreading his hippie love everywhere. :D J/k.

Dream


Just another regular dream this time. I was still itchy and hot. It'll be like this for the next few days, I believe. Freakin' heat wave.

I don't remember much about it, but I ended up getting breath tested by a police officer crossed with some park ranger guy before I was going on some trail ride on horseback, herding sheep or cows or something.

I was under the limit and passed it, but I kept blowing on it even after he'd taken the tube out. It was a little strange, because he stuck a tube in my mouth, and THEN connected it to the device. And disconnected the device before I could stop.

I still don't know what that was all about.



Breath
Exemplifies one's inner life force.

Breath Test
Points to adulterated speech. May mean prevarications, gossip, slanted facts, etc. A self-analysis is advised.

Police
Comes in dreams as an advisement to self-analyze one's actions; needed introspection. Police can often be associated with ones Higher Self (self-policing).

Ranger (forest)
Characterizes a person who recognizes and respects natural talents.

Trail (path)
Indicates an individual's unique direction or course.

Herd
Most always indicates a warning to follow one's own path

Herder
May not mean one who keeps others in line, it may pertain to a personal need to keep self in line.

Driving While Intoxicated
Warns of making one's way through life without being in touch with it; lacking courage or belief in oneself.



While the sheep thing is obvious, the cow indicates compassion and a need to express the same. But I'm still not sure what it was that I was herding.

So I guess my analysis of it would be like this...


Before I attempt to help others and lead them down the right path, I need to take a good hard look at myself and what I'm saying. I need to make sure to push everything and more in my life into this, because I don't want to go through it blindly. Which would also be reflected in me not knowing who I was guiding.

So before I embark on my quest to guide others on the right path, I need to analyze myself and make sure that I'm 110&#37; committed to throwing my life into this so that I'm not blindly leading others. I appear to be not showing enough compassion amongst those that are just like everyone else and easily led.


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Edit:


I looked up the 15207 from my dream again, putting it in context of page 1520, line 7.

"If you keep in mind what I have told you, the Lord will help you understand completely."

I continued reading the rest of chapter 2 of 2 Timothy to see if there was anything else I was missing. It too is also telling me to keep away form worthless and useless talk, and gives several good lessons about it. I ended up reading 2 Timothy chapter 1 as well, and another line was this...

"You have been trusted with a wonderful treasure. Guard it with the help of the Holy Spirit, who lives within you."


And above it is written "My work is to be a preacher, an apostle, and a teacher."

And this is awesome, because it's an answer that I was looking for. I was looking to God to find out what I'm supposed to be doing with my life, and what I should be. So this is God's way of showing me what he believes I should be doing. I love helping others and teaching them, so that is great. I've been thinking about doing missionary work too, so the great treasure that I've been trusted to guard would be God's people. Those ones around me.


I love this. I'm finally getting some answers.


Oh, and found some extra bits too.


Horseback (riding)
Suggests a desire to feel/experience every nuance of one's traveled path.

Horsewoman
Characterizes one who isn't fearful of blazing her own course; an eagerness to gallop forward into unknown territory.


Maybe I've passed the test of policing myself, but I need to keep at it and give that little bit extra when doing it to make sure that I've got it. Because I won't know when to stop otherwise - the officer never told me to. He just took it away. Either that, or I've got more than enough spirit to pass the test to lead others - I just need to reign myself in and police myself before galloping onto a new course.

Lucid & Non-Lucid Dreams


I had several dreams this morning. I don't think I had any during the night that I can remember, but after I watched the mass on TV at 6am, I went back to bed and went to sleep, and had several short ones.

I'm not entirely sure which order this one came in, but I'll start with it as the other two sort of blend in with each other.

I was standing in a supermarket with several other people, and we were staring at the cups of noodles on the shelves. Basically we'd been tasked with guessing what colour the label for the chicken noodles was on the Fantastic brand of noodles. I was thinking it was green ( which it is), but I didn't speak up in case I got it wrong. I remember stepping forward and then examining other things on the shelves, and got a good look at the candy corn and caramel corn before the dream ended.

I looked up what each element could mean, but it still doesn't make sense, so I won't post it here.



The next one was a lucid dream. I suspect watching mass had something to do with it, as in it I was sitting on the edge of mum's bed, and I lifted up this communion wafer to look at it. It felt as if it was then taken from my hand, and I watched it rise up up towards the roof until it stuck there. I floated up towards it, and when I got close I got a detailed view of these symbols that were on it. I can't remember them all, but the big one in the middle was of this...

http://cemeteries.files.wordpress.co...chi_rho_px.jpg

On the top right of the wafer, there looked to be either a bowl or a cup carved into it, and it must have been symbolic for it overflowing, because there was a square-ish mound on top of it like there was something in it.

The other symbols were much more complex and I can't remember what they were.

After I plucked it from the roof, I did a reality check and poked my finger through my palm. I was then staring out the window into the night sky. It had faded a bit, and was now a regular dream again.

I watched a black jet fly really low over my house. It was strange, because it was really quiet as if it was a stealth jet. It's wingspan was strange as well, because although I only saw it from behind, the wings went out to each side for a little bit, and then dropped down so that they were slightly bent. And the two big jet engines looked to be under that straight part.

I watched it fly around a little, and then it came down for a landing on the highway under an overpass. I thought it would hit it, but before it did, it transformed into this big truck that looked like some kind of huge black roadworks machine.

I don't know what kind of jet that it was, but the closest image I can find to what I saw is this.

http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/289/f14es0.jpg


Me, mum and my brother then went to this car show that this truck had went to, and on the back there was this large, high-tech car. I repeatedly told mum that it could morph into this huge truck and this awesome jet, and that it had flown over our house. But she didn't believe me, and scoffed at the idea of a jet being able to fly that low without waking someone up.

She didn't seem to think that a car that could change forms was important, and scoffed at the very idea.


Interestingly enough, I opened up Yahoo news today, and found out that a fighter pilot had been killed in a crash landing. Perhaps that's what the black jet was about, even though the actual death happened a while ago.

Oh well, if we hear of any jets crashing into a highway overpass, you know who dreamed it up first. >_>

Lucid Dream


I think I'll call this a GSBJILD. A Gatorade, Salad, and Beef Jerky Induced Lucid Dream.

It started out with me not being able to stop thinking about ways to break the unleavened bread for communion. Come to think of it, I may have been dreaming part of this, given that I could seemingly "see" the bread. But I was rolling around so much that I didn't seem to care.

Eventually I found myself walking down these steps towards the beach with someone to my right, though I didn't pay any attention to them. Waiting on the sand at the bottom of the steps was Snoop Dog, and he held out (ironically), a choker chain dog leash. Apparently I was to help him find his dog.

But as I walked further out onto the sand, I looked at something there and music started playing. I can't quite remember what it was, but it was either Kiss Kiss or Wall to Wall by Chris Brown.

It was at that point that I became lucid, and at some point quite quickly it went dark. Everything was so vivid. The sky and sea were this beautiful velvety purple and black, and the sand was a bright white because the moon was shining down on it. I don't remember smelling the salt air or anything, but I looked around and marvelled at the beauty before I saw some things moving around the beach.

So I attempted to chase after what I found were cats, thinking that maybe these were what I was trying to catch for Snoop Dog. But I ended up letting them go because I couldn't keep concentrating on chasing them.

At that point, I turned my eyes to the sky again and rubbed out a star or two, but I still couldn't change night into day. I'm not entirely sure what happened between that and the next point, but I remember everything going dark. I think I started to spin around in circles in my bed, but then I realized I was doing it the "hard" way, so I started to spin really fast on my side as if someone had spun me around on a slippery floor or something. After I'd increased my lucidity a bit, I then got up - helped by a girl standing there near the end of my bed.

She was quite pretty with dark eyeliner and straight, dark hair down slightly past her shoulders. Sort of like Avril Lavigne, but far more pleasant. She had on a black, slightly puffy jacket. One of those ones with the fuzzy stuff around the collar/hood. That was black too.

I started talking to her, because I seemed to know her. I'm not sure whether she was the "Anita" from my dream the other night, because I asked if she was Anna - not seeming to realize the difference in the two names. I think I said something along the lines of not being able to know her name because it was hard to read - not that I'd read it anywhere.

She gave a little laugh, and said that she couldn't read my name either. I told her what it was to be polite, but she seemed to already know. At that point, we got into a little conversation about automatic writing.


Me: "Yeah, it's kind of hard to read. I mean...like...when I started, everything was a lot easier to read, but now it's just like...yeah...messy."

Anna: "People with psychic tendencies have an easier time reading it, I think."


I'm not entirely sure what she said because I've forgotten a lot of it, but I believe it was something to that effect. I seemed to understand in the dream that she was saying that they couldn't read or write - they were just speaking to me and letting me write it - even though I can't physically hear them. And that because I had psychic tendencies, it was easier for me to do automatic writing than it was for some of my friends.

I accepted what she was saying, and I lost my concentration and woke up in bed again. No false awakening this time. I did a reality check, but I couldn't push my finger through my palm, so I got up and started writing out my dream.

Ooooh. I was just looking for some good pictures to use for a new avatar, and came across a picture that looks just like the dove I saw flapping towards the little puppet Jehanne in one of my lucids.

See the pretty birdy? That's just like how it appeared, all faded out like that.

http://www.campusterrassa.upc.es/ass...ages/jesus.jpg

Forgot My Lucid!


I'm such a dickhead. I think I had a lucid, but by the time I'd gotten up to turn the computer on to write it down, I'd forgotten it. So I went back to sleep. I really need to keep a notepad close to bed to write down key points. It's probably because I never took the time to stabilize it.

Thankfully someone up there is watching out for me, so I've managed to retain a tiny little bit of information. And I think I'm one step closer to having a conversation with Jehanne because of it.

All I remember is me reaching out my hand and trying to see who was grabbing my arm. I tried to make the hand appear, but it just wouldn't. So I started talking to whoever was there. Just a few, brief words.

Me: "What's your name?"

It was revealed to be a girl, who spoke in a rather young voice, like a child.

Her: "Jean."
Me: "Can I see you?"
Her: "No."

It's possible she may have been playing funny buggers though, and just telling me what I already knew - that I couldn't actually see her, as opposed to me asking if she could make herself visible to me.

I may have forgotten to ask if she was my guide, but if I did ask, I don't remember what answer she gave.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Noske

I think I'll call this a GSBJILD. A Gatorade, Salad, and Beef Jerky Induced Lucid Dream.

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I don't think that one is going to catch on... :P

Well, it almost has. Somebody had a Powerade Induced Lucid Dream. =[

I'LL BE FAMOUS ONE DAY! You'll see!

MY CREATIONS WILL BEFUDDLE MANKIND!

Lucid Dream and Regular Dream


The lucid dream started off with a regular one in which I was back in my old house, sitting in the loungeroom. I was looking out towards the kitchen, where my DC mum was talking to me. She was saying something about dreaming, and very obviously trying to prompt me into a lucid dream. I think she even had a white shirt on that said "Your Dream" or something to that effect on it in big black and purple letters.

So then I was like "OH! Right. This is a dream!" as I got up and went out to her. Then I stretched out my hand and shook hers, and that made the dream more vivid and nice and bright. I started having a conversation with my DC mum, but she was basically giving me a list of things. But there were too many to focus on, and I knew I wouldn't remember.

So what I did was I started writing them down even in the lucid dream, in hopes that I'd remember what she was trying to tell me. Sadly, I didn't. The only thing I remember her saying was "The oranges are snoring."

I don't think I woke up from that lucid, but rather it went into another regular dream instead.

I was sitting in a classroom with a few friends standing around me. Then Sarah Parkes - one of my friends - came up to me and showed me this bruise she had on her shoulder. She's then said "I got this from a paper fight." And I laughed, and was all "Oh, I thought you got that from a spitball."

Sarah presented me with this scrap book she'd been making over the entire course of the year. She smiled at me, and then said "I'll miss you." before walking out of the classroom. When I opened the book up, I got a bit of a shock. Because in it was written something that she shouldn't have known about me, which was my interested in God. Because I haven't seen her in a couple of years, and didn't really hang out with her much during years 7-12 in college.

It read "Greetings, Clancie, from God the Father Almighty. Hi Shanon."

This was interesting, because it spelled Shannon's name wrong. It also seemed to know that I'd show Shannon. But as I try to point out Sarah's seeming knowledge to Shannon, I look up and see the teacher shushing me, and trying to get me to be quiet.

It doesn't seem to have much of an effect, because this Travis kid from a few grades below us came up to us and started talking. But after I tried to show him, he got a little uncomfortable and told us that he wasn't going to stick around, and was going to watch the game from the taxi. I think he was talking about NFL, but I'm not entirely sure.

The dream ended after that.

French Classes


Wewt. I started my first French class, yesterday. The time flies by really quickly, and it was SO much fun. Those Frenchies have a really crazy numbering system, though. It was a struggle to say and remember it all, because we learned from 1-100.

I ended up praying though, and asked Saint Jehanne to help me out. And then today when I woke up and had a bit of a practice, it was a LOT easier to remember, which was totally awesome. Thanks, Jehanne! :D

So now I'm fairly confident that I can count from 1-100 with only a very occasional look at the sheet with the words on it. Maybe now I can have a go at it in a lucid and see if I can find Jehanne and offend her with my horrible pronunciations of French words.

Un, deux, trois, et cetera! :boogie:


Man, I can't wait until next class. It's so much fun. The lady teaching it - Laura - is thinking about organizing a barbeque and inviting a bunch of her French friends to "torture" us with their crazy language. Thankfully I managed to restrain myself and not insert any Joan of Arc jokes, like her idea begged for me to do.


Oh, and I should be getting my awesome 23" statue of Jehanne soon. Hopefully that shall inspire me for both French classes and lucid dreams. Maybe I should remake my blog on LJ instead of posting it all on here. That way it can contain stuff that isn't so...Dream Journal-y.

French Class


Had another awesome class yesterday. It was a bit crazier than the last one. This time we learned how to say the alphabet, ask for telephone numbers, and tell our date of birth. We also learned the days of the week and months of the year.

Laura spent a lot of the time actually talking in French, so that was a little mind boggling. But it's probably a good idea. Even though we just nod and agree, it helps us get used to the language. Once again, we also hd a good old laugh about the differences between Australian, French and Spanish culture, and how we ordered coffee.

I noticed a lot of synchronicity again, pointing towards France. I had a chat with Laura about Jehanne, and she claimed that somewhere along her family line they had a surname of Darc, and may be related to my favourite little Frenchie. And when I got home from class, I turned on the television to watch Sea Patrol - and found out one of the characters on it had stolen the French flag.

I've been wanting to watch the French news for a while now, but I'm never awake in time. But continuing with the synchronicity, not only did my Jehanne statue arrive by courier, but it woke me up in time to see the news. And I managed to put a lot of what I'd learned in class into effect.

Such as the date, some numbers, and how the French swap commas and periods around. Either that, or the price of eggs in France has gone up fourteen thousand percent.

I'm learning!

Okay. I've finally made my Dream Journal thing on Blogger. I'm going to get a mod to delete this thread, and I'll make a new one with the blog link in it. If you wish to check it out right now though, then head over to http://whitedovemessenger.blogspot.com/