Thread: Nemo's DJ (for dream circle)

Congratulations, nemo. I know what a great feeling it is when you finally accomplish something that you've intended for a long time. You're refining your dreaming abilities, and with them, your dreaming/energy body. Well done!
These "dream triggers" do seem to correlate very closely with Castaneda's "scouts."
Are these triggers always the same identifiable object/thing for a dreamer, and is there just one, or can there be many in a dream?
I am not familiar with "Elias." Is that his last name?

As I look at her she turns greenish-blue (N’avi-colored) and becomes somewhat bloated. I lose interest

- What, you have something against N'avi women?

Your experience of passing through the cat/trigger also reminds me of times when I have walked through mirrors in my dreams. There is such richness in us as human beings; and none of it is ever lost, even that which we have long since forgotten, and that which we have yet to explore.
What do you make of the place you were in when you passed through the trigger? How did it feel to you?
I am intrigued by the whole idea of seeing energy, and isolating scouts. The dream triggers you speak of seem more personal, where as the scouts are extra-personal.

It shall open and allow you to move through your imagery of your dream into other areas of consciousness and access other essences and other areas of your own essence.

- What is meant by "other essences" here? Can these triggers connect you with other people/beings as well?
I'm also excited that you've had this breakthrough right at the beginning of our new venture. Congrats again!

~ Larther

Originally Posted by Larther

Congratulations, nemo. I know what a great feeling it is when you finally accomplish something that you've intended for a long time. You're refining your dreaming abilities, and with them, your dreaming/energy body. Well done!
These "dream triggers" do seem to correlate very closely with Castaneda's "scouts."
Are these triggers always the same identifiable object/thing for a dreamer, and is there just one, or can there be many in a dream?
I am not familiar with "Elias." Is that his last name?

if you copy/paste the elias quote into google it will take you to the the elias transcripts. elias, like seth, is a channeled 'essence'. many people have a BIG problem granting credence to this kind of information. for me, the integrity of the info is its own validation.

from what i gather from elias, a trigger will keep popping up over and over again. i'm guessing there could be multiple triggers for the same dreamer. there are several things that i dream about again and again - i will have to experiment and see what is and isn't a trigger.

Originally Posted by Larther

What do you make of the place you were in when you passed through the trigger? How did it feel to you?

i only spent a brief time in the dream after using the portal, and didn't have the chance to look around much. it did not correspond to anything recognizable. i didn't like or dislike it there; was mostly just trying to figure out what i was seeing, and impressing it on my memory.

Originally Posted by Larther

What is meant by "other essences" here? Can these triggers connect you with other people/beings as well?
I'm also excited that you've had this breakthrough right at the beginning of our new venture. Congrats again!

~ Larther

once you access the elias site you can do a search for the definition of essense.

it is my understanding that these triggers can connect you with virtually any 'place' within the limitlessness of conciousness. i believe that where you go is influenced by intent, desire, fear (or the lack thereof), sympathy, etc. at this point i'm thrilled just to have used a dream trigger for the first time - i'll give some thought to what i want to use them for once i've gone through them a few more times.

i am curious about your take on elias. if you do check him out, let me know what you think. just one caveat; his speaking style takes a little getting used to but IMO it's well worth the effort.

nemo

PS i'm a HUGE fan of castaneda, but i think his nagual's path is deeply influenced by the morbid obsessions of the old sorcerers (something d.j. mentioned many times.) i don't disavow the valitity of c.c.'s experiences, but i am not so sure about some of his conclusions.

first night of dream pentangle:
I’m in a darkened room with a small group of friends. We want to turn on a (bed-side?) lamp but there is some fear that if we do this we will allow someone threatening into the room. I attempt to turn on the light but it doesn’t work (classic dream sign, but I miss it). I try re-plugging the cord into a different outlet – still no light. I am about to unscrew the bulb to replace it when I wake up.

first night of dream pentangle, part 2: (i went back to bed and had two more dreams, both of them lucid)

I find myself alone in a large room. I’m lucid. I go outside. It’s nighttime, and there is a large body of water (a lake or a sea) a hundred feet away at the bottom of a sloping lawn. I fly around a bit, don’t see anyone, so I go back inside. I’m in a room with a bunch of people waiting to hear a lecture. I ask them if anyone knows Juroara or Portalboat. No one responds so I decide to take my clothes off thinking that if anyone from the pentangle sees a naked guy it will probably be me. I get caught up in trying to disrobe: my clothes and shoes keep coming off in pieces. Wake up.

I drift back to sleep and have a stupendously long lucid dream – my longest ever. It begins in a city. I ask everyone I encounter if they know Portalboat, Juroara, Captain Sleepalot, or Larther. I run through a subway, swim to a restaurant, scale a brick wall, fly through the upper lobby of a sleek office building asking my question everywhere I go but nobody knows them.

In the office lobby the air starts to fill with a fizz of pinprick sized points of light. I wonder about this, but fly right through it and keep on with my quest. At one point I fly down to a group of four guys sitting on some steps. I sit down with them and ask my question and then observe them for a little while. They all age forty years before my eyes: their hair turns gray then white, and their features lose all youthfulness.

This dream is so long that I can’t remember it all. But I do remember diving through windowpanes three different times. Each time I can feel my arms and torso passing through the glass, and hear a slight hissing sound, like cellophane being crumpled.

I end up in a floating house where a beautiful girl lives with her boyfriend. The girl gives me a cigarette. As soon as I light it, it starts to come apart. I laugh and tell her that this kind of thing always happens when I try to smoke in lucid dreams. I even asked her talking bird if it knows Juroara, Portalboat, etc. but the bird’s answer is unintelligible. In the last scene I’m watching her boyfriend get ready to go scuba diving from a platform under their house.

dream pentangle - night 3

1. I’m looking at my studio – a large space that I share with some other artists. It’s a big, disordered mess, jammed with stuff. Someone comes and clears it out and cleans it up in a miraculously short amount of time.

2. I’m in the gardens of a big house near some water. I find a transparent egg case of some kind of sea creature – a slightly flattened bubble about a foot across, covered with an interesting pattern of black lines and small circles. I show it to an old friend of mine, he identifies the sort of animal it belongs to.

dream pentangle - night 4

I’m leafing through a hand-illustrated botanical folio with pale blue pages.

I'm in bed. I notice a couple of kids spying on me from a skylight directly overhead. I give them the finger and pull the covers over myself.

A friend of mine is thanking me for helping him with a party that I couldn’t attend, and he's showing me some plants in a planting box.

I’m holding a chocolate-brown puppy in my arms. We’re looking at some other dogs. I turn to leave but the puppy wants to stay. He says ‘dog’ and struggles to get out of my grasp. I try to calm him down as I head for home.

dream pentangle - night 5

I had a number of fragmentary dreams - none of particular interest. This is the only one I remember:

I’m driving along a country road. It feels like I’m not going in the direction I intended, but I’m drawn to see what’s up ahead so I press on. I come to some interesting buildings in a little country hamlet. Wake up.

DREAM CIRCLE – night 10

-I’m standing next to a small canal, watching a wide variety of large fish float to the surface. The fish have all died due to some unseen/unknown menace. I know that whatever is killing the fish is upstream a short distance. I feel a twinge of fear.

-I’m lucid. I’ve just arrived at the beach with someone else (who I never see). I make my way along the shore for bit, thinking about the dream circle mission. I’m trying to figure out how to contact the other dreamers. I address them in my mind repeatedly (except for Captain Sleepalot who’s name I can’t remember.) A blue whale swims up parallel to the shoreline and I climb aboard his back. I ride on the whale briefly, then he shoots straight up into the air very high, and I fall off back down into the water. It’s nighttime now and I decide to leave the beach. I see some houses just across a narrow channel so I try to walk on the water to reach them, but instead, I sink right away. (I’m still fully lucid, and feeling a little frustrated that I can’t stay on top of the water.) As I start swimming I wake up.

-I’m helping a woman deliver four babies - three boys and a girl. (I’m the babies’ father.) The first two boys have come out. The third one – the girl – starts speaking as soon as she’s out of the womb. I’m amazed and excited about this and start telling everyone about her precocity.

-The next dream is hazy, but I think that it was semi-lucid: I’m in a large, high ceilinged room, hovering in the air. There is a very realistic overcoat made of cake on a table near one wall. I cut a piece from it to take to an old woman who is confined to bed.

DREAM CIRCLE – night 12

-I’m on the floor playing with two very friendly cats - an Abyssinian and a calico.

-I’m just getting off a train. As I walk away from the station a tall, good-looking fellow is telling me something but I can’t understand him. I ask him to speak up, and I listen as closely as I can but still can’t make out what he’s saying. My intended destination is an art museum, but I got off the train too early. I think to myself that I’m going to have to find a taxi instead.

-I’m crumpling up a clear cellophane bag. As I do this, the bag gives off a lot of static electricity. The static pulls and twists at the chest area of the white tee I’m wearing.

-I’m on a hilltop in a misty landscape. I’m lucid. I test my lucidity by trying to fly to the horizon, but instead I boomerang back to the hilltop. Next I carefully read some writing on a card on a shelf that’s attached to the hill. I notice how the letters change when I reread them. Then I try to fly away again; I start to lose altitude and decide to close my eyes, thinking that if I can’t see the ground I won’t hit it. This is exactly what happens - I keep sinking down and down through empty space. I wake up.

DREAM CIRCLE – night 13

-I’m in an airport overflowing with people trying to get to their flights. I get into a long line, only to find that I don’t have the necessary papers to board my plane.

-I’m looking down on a horseracing track from high in the air. Next, I’m standing in a field connected to the track, with one or two other people and three horses. I feel a bond of affection for the largest of the horses – a beautiful chestnut stallion. He lets me sit on his back while he nibbles at the grass. There is what appears to be a medium-sized ranch house fronting the paddock. We (people, not horses) walk down a gravel drive running along one side of the house, which belongs to an old woman with endless wealth. The house stretches back a long ways and is actually a sprawling mansion with large picture windows in every room. We can easily see from our vantage on the gravel drive that rooms are lavishly furnished with museum-quality antiques. The entry hall has a life-sized sculpture of a grizzly bear in it, and one of the rooms is filled with backgammon tables.

Hey Dreamers -

No lucidity - I had a couple of dreams that did not seem to be Wheel related. In one, I am looking for a street where I used to live, but it is gone. The neighborhood seems to have been re-structured
Another dream was about vampires- nothing scary really. I think this one was related to my watching The Vampire Diaries before I went to sleep.

Well, today is the last day our Dream Wheel. This is our last chance (for now) to put everything we've learned from this from this Wheel together and make it happen. Let us see what dreams may come...

Journey lucid!

Oops, Sorry nemo - I meant to post that on the DW thread!