Beekeeper's Adventures in Consciousness

[Beekeeper]

5^th September, 2011.
Monday

I’m at a school, in a lesson on mediumship. There’s an older woman teaching and her male partner (probably the result of a book I just read). We’re asked to sit in groups for a particular exercise, so 8 of us sit on the floor together: 4 men, 4 women. I notice they’re all younger than me. We’re instructed to create smaller groups so 3 men and a woman break away. I’m mildly disappointed that 3 of the men went. They were all good looking as well.

Now we’re on our way to the next session, a large group of us heading upstairs. Our session ran overtime and we’ll be late for the next one. I can’t remember what it was I nominated to do, even though I know I’ve written it down somewhere. I decide to just join the first group I see and I suspect that others are doing the same.

I enter a classroom where the lesson has already started and sit at the side and to the front. The seating arrangement is casual and haphazard, as it was in the other session. This time two men run proceedings but one does most of the talking. It’s about global warming.

Suddenly we’re on the open tray of a small truck, being transported with distinct sensations of movement. The other man is talking now, commenting on the drizzle of rain that is falling as he looks at his laptop. He says there’s no mention of the drizzle on the weather report and it will apparently be the case that the weather forecasters will be less able to predict what will come.

I look down the road and see something anomalous and surreal, like a flock of birds that rises up before a car coming our way. I know there’s something strange about it but can’t put my finger on it. Something similar happens again but I can’t recall now what it looked like.

We’re in a small house now and the teacher (an attractive and familiar 30-something man) takes something out of the ground. It appears to be a mummified kitten that I suspect is actually something else like a toy but the other teacher reacts with mild horror.

[sono2]

Very interesting! A quick thought re the kitten - several of us on this forum seem to be doing retrieval of aspects of our Selves, & I suspect this may be one of yours, buried & mummified but needing to be taken "home". . .?

[Beekeeper]

Well, I can't say I spent a lot of time wondering about it to be honest but it didn't feel significant enough to be a fragment retrieval. I can't actually think of having had a single fragment retrieval dream, though I probably have.

The day before my friend Heath told me the story of when his dog had puppies when he was a kid (he still is at 30) and when they gave the puppies away they got a kitten, which subsequently suckled on the dog. As a result, the two bonded and were great friends. As he told the story, I remembered him having told me once before. I think this is probably why this part of the dream occurred.

[Beekeeper]

7^th September, 2011.
Wednesday
“Laminating man”
I’m in a school context, in a room where a maintenance/support staff man is laminating the covers of booklets for students. I chat with him awhile about what he’s doing then I go into the room next door where Sofie is waiting for her homeroom class. I notice the classy white top she’s wearing and comment on how nice it looks. We talk about the kids and why they’re late.

8^th September, 2011.
Thursday.

“Enid Blyton”
I’m sitting with Enid* Blyton who is showing me on paper that she is very rich. I’ve never seen an image of EB IRL and when I check her image, the only thing I see in common is very black hair.

I’m not absolutely sure if this next part is the same dream but I think I wander through Enid’s house, which is one of those sprawling mansions that feature in my dreams sometimes. The first part of it is familiar and very like my waking reality house but I remember that there’s a whole other section to the house and sure enough I find myself heading down a hallway towards it. It’s very vivid. This section features a lot of green like you see in Australian Federation homes. I look inside a room and decide it’s my son’s room. Then I open another door and there’s a youth in a bed who gets angry that I’ve awakened him so I apologise and close the door quietly.

Suddenly I step out into a mall, still part of the house. There are two levels and some of the rooms off the mall are casinos. The place is alive with activity. As I pass the windows of some classy shops, I consider popping inside to take a better look but I don’t do it. I keep walking and begin to think that if this were a dream, I’d be on one of the public levels of the astral plane. Sadly, I wake up.

*Yesterday we had an elderly neighbour over for dinner because we see him in his front room of an evening and we always feel sad for his loneliness. He mentioned his deceased wife, “Enid,” and also that his daughter had done creative writing at uni but hadn’t become a writer subsequently. I saw his daughter on Father’s Day and noticed she had very black hair, which made me wonder if her mother had had very black hair.

Earlier fragment: There’s a dog with pups. They transform from dogs to wombats. My sons capture the mother, who shows no interest in her joeys, and force her into a cage with them so they can feed. They do this for a lark.

[CFTraveler]

You know, except for the casino, you've just described the same type of house I get in dreams also- especially the bit about the house being connected to a mall (or a hotel, in my case), and finding other people in it.

[psionickx]

my enid blyton era came right after peter rabbit & wind in the willows.

[Beekeeper]

You know, except for the casino, you've just described the same type of house I get in dreams also- especially the bit about the house being connected to a mall (or a hotel, in my case), and finding other people in it.

The casino was an unusual feature actually. I can't recall having seen it previously.

my enid blyton era came right after peter rabbit & wind in the willows.

Someone gave me The Wishing Chair when I was a kid. Some good astral adventures in that one.

9^th September, 2011.
Friday

Writing this after work. Hope I can remember.

“Commentator.”
I’m at a sporting venue and there are apparently games of rugby league occurring. I’ve been asked to commentate a game but feel I would do this very poorly and somebody else would be better. G pressures me to do it, to help out. So, I get into a van with some other people who are going to do commentary. The van stops near a field but it is parked on a small hill and this topples it.

I easily climb out or somehow I’m just outside and I begin to pull people out through the windows. I pull a boy out first.

“Creature from space.”
Something earlier about a monster found in outer space. A man tells me they’ve been feeding it blood but they can’t keep doing that because the creature is insatiable. My reaction is curious but unafraid.

Keep meaning but forgetting to note recent deja vu. Was in the passenger seat of G's car tying my laces. The conversation and visual imagery felt totally familiar as did my thoughts in response, including the sense that it was a deja vu experience.

[Beekeeper]

10^th September, 2011.
Saturday

“Transmission from Tokyo.”
Early in the night I dreamt something about hearing a radio transmission from Tokyo. Because the last dream of the night had been so long and vivid, I was struggling to recall the previous dreams when G, synchronistically, said something about Tokyo. The transmission was by an Australian dj, his counterpart was here in Australia transmitting also.

“Sharing the Song.”

A few years ago, I took a year off from my regular teaching job to train as a yoga teacher. To pay my bills, I worked casually in different schools. My favourite and the one where I worked most often was a wealthy grammar school. In this dream, I’m back there speaking with a couple of members of the English staff. One of the women looms large for a moment and I notice that her hair is completely different. I think this was an opportunity to become lucid.

Now I’m at a desk working on something I’ve been set to do. There’s a phone on the wall that rings behind me. I don’t answer it because I know it won’t be for me. An angry male voice begins a tirade accusing whoever normally uses the desk of deliberately not answering. I ignore him.

A plump, dark haired boy comes to the desk and asks for some throat lozenges. I realise that part of my job must be to operate a little school canteen, so I search the shelves behind me and find different brands of throat lozenge. One packet is half consumed, so I avoid that and ask the boy what type he wants.

Now I’m at the front of a classroom and two little blond girls begin to improvise a song. They sing in harmony and the words flow artfully. I’m delighted by their presentation but, not to be outdone, three brunette girls stand and sing the next part of the song. They are equally harmonious, only they are stronger and louder.

Now I’m out on the street and inside a rounded structure, like a pipe. A young woman continues the song. Her voice is timid and too quiet but her lyrics are impressive. A middle-aged man picks it up and then it’s my turn. My voice rings out true but much too loud. Still, the lyrics flow with the inspiration shared by all the singers. The man reacts negatively to my volume but the director of the song suddenly appears and he is delighted with my performance and with the way the song has progressed.

Suddenly the place is full of adults in a semi-circle. Each has sung part of the song, often in harmony with others. The director invites us to take hands and people do so but there is a couple who break the circle by only taking each other’s hands. There’s a bit of a movement around me in reaction to this. I sense that the person to my right is Anne D, a friend from my school days.

[Beekeeper]

11^th September, 2011.
Sunday
“Fragments – Dream Teacher”
A woman lives with two other people – a man and a woman that were once together for a short time. She wears a grey suit and teaches people about dreams. A cleaner comes to clean their house. She’s looking for somewhere new to live.

“Moving Pictures” (WILD)

I’m walking towards a college and there are other people on the path. I desire the experience of walking blind and seeing if I can feel my way to college. There may be moments when this occurs; I remember feeling the large sandstone blocks of a building that may have been the library. Suddenly an auburn haired child of about seven crosses my path from the right and he’s playing the same game of navigating blind. Despite my game, I see him pushing a scooter out in front of him and using it like a cane and avoid a collision with him. Now I’m behind two young men who ride way too slowly on their bikes in front of me because they’re conversing. I begin to become impatient with them and decide I’ll move around them when they take off.

There’s a moment when a faint dream about somebody being possessed begins to form around me. Yesterday I was in the video shop and noticed a film about exorcism with a similar image on the cover of the video case. I decide to return to the former dream, not wishing to dream about exorcism.

Now I’m in a room on the campus where two men are having a meeting. I feel they may be movie directors. I fail to focus on their discussion when I notice movement (Harry Potter style) within a poster on the wall. I guess the poster is for one of their earlier movies. Stereotypical high school students people it and I particularly notice an Indian student who runs to a stereotype similar to the character Raj in “Big Bang Theory.” He converses with the directors about what they should do and they disagree with him, telling him he hasn’t grasped their current concept.

I’ve finished typing my dream and I’m reading it on my computer screen when I hear a woman’s laugh. For some reason I think it’s CF and I know it’s a false awakening. No sooner do I have the realisation than I feel accosted by a heavy energy that feels as though it wraps itself around the left side of my head and arm, like a large boa constrictor. Momentarily I register it as pain, weight and paralysis and my first impulse is to pray, “Lord, Jesus protect me,” but, simultaneously, I’m understanding it’s probably a form of sleep paralysis. In any case, it’s gone the instant I pray and tell myself it’s not an attack.

[Korpo]

There’s a moment when a faint dream about somebody being possessed begins to form around me. Yesterday I was in the video shop and noticed a film about exorcism with a similar image on the cover of the video case. I decide to return to the former dream, not wishing to dream about exorcism.

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