Beekeeper's Adventures in Consciousness

They certainly powerfully replied to your concerns through that song...and Bella :)

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So, I programmed a dream asking what I should do and, as you see with the car dream, there’s a real problem with accelerating while you’re braking. This doesn’t solve my problem by offering a clear direction so much as describe the dilemma.

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This kind of response, describing the situation, or giving half-answers or hints, rather than telling what should be done, seems to be very typical. I recall reading several such instances in Volgerle’s posts about dream programming for instance. And I know I more often than not receive this kind of response as well.

I think this is meant not to overly influence us, and that it actually shows that our free will is being respected. The situation is decribed to help us recognize all the aspects into play and possible outcomes, so that we may then think things over (doing our homework perhaps ;)) and make a more enlightened decision. But the decision has to come from us. We are always free to choose, and we may or may not heed advices given. As I see it, good guides are not going to be resentful if we don’t always heed their advices and they’ll even be there for us if things go wrong later on.

To me, your dream seems to show that you may strain yourself by going forward (and taking the online course) when you may rather need to slow down...and rest, perhaps. That being said, resting is not as passive as it sounds… Reading your post made me smile because I could recognize myself much in the desire to take action when rest may be more needed. Your post reminded me of this tarot card I often see in readings when I feel this way : 4 of swords
http://www.learntarot.com/s4.htm
The key words given in this link show well that rest may also be tied to actively preparing oneself inwardly before taking action outwardly. In this sense, it is actually going forward as well; it is preparing the way…

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Originally Posted by CFTraveler

No useful comments, except that the image of Bella letting off steam made me laugh. Perhaps she too has issues with ownership?

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That was funny :lol:

Thanks guys and Poeme I see a lot of wisdom in your response.

23^rd October, 2011.
Sunday.

G and I are heading down a dirt track and when G stops and finds a cache and then another I realise it’s some kind of hunt.

Now I’m in a house and while it’s not the layout of the home my grandmother lived in when she was alive, I realise it’s her home. I decide it shouldn’t be left this way so that anyone can just come in and take what they want. I think we must pack away her things so that her children can have their inheritance. I begin in the kitchen, emptying the cutlery drawers and wrapping the cutlery in a tea towel.

I’m in the bedroom and I find my friend Gabrielle sitting on Nana’s bed (I’d sat near Gabrielle at an all day inservice we were at yesterday for work). Gabrielle is going through Nana’s jewellery box and she tries to tell about some type of device she finds that does something jewellery-related. All I can think of now is that it perhaps untangles jewellery but I’m not sure that’s right because it seems to be the rings she’s holding.

Note: Untangling jewellery might imply finding what is valuable in the inheritance your family leaves you. The rings might have been a better symbol than a necklace because of their fixed circular shape, implying completeness or coming full circle.

Last night I went out with a girlfriend and we watched a young comedian who used his own family life for many of his jokes. This may have influenced the dream. Gabrielle is also a person who identifies very strongly with family.

The cutlery may represent the tools we inherit from family in order to take life in.

The joy of more time and fewer dreams is time to write down an interpretation once in a while and also to savour the otherwordly feel of some of those dreams. This was one of those.

26^th October, 2011.
Wednesday.

Messages.

Last night was interesting because I twice heard someone I believe to be my guide, speak to me. After the first time, I woke up and mentally recited the message so I wouldn’t forget it but should have gotten out of bed and recorded it because I’m not sure now that I recall it properly. It was something like: “Live life as if it were your death.” The second message was different and almost immediately forgotten. Both felt positive.

“Amputee Child”
I’m working on something that interests me. I’m in a familiar classroom but not one I can directly relate to waking reality. It is quite large and similar to the audio-visual room at my current workplace, minus the computers. I’m in the corner of the room where there’s a television and I seem to be working on a document there. Flora and Therese H enter the room and tell me something I don’t know.

The scene changes and I’m carry a very large boy child who has had his legs amputated below the knees. It may be Flora’s child.

I hear the first message, wakeup and recite it mentally.

Note: Flora and Therese work at my former school. G told me yesterday that Flora is expecting another baby, which is surprising because she’s 40 and her son is already 8.

Remembered this while brushing my teeth:

“Mouth cancer”
I’m upstairs in doctors’ offices. I may have spoken to a doctor first but now I’m feeling a little curious and taking a wander to a back room to see what’s there. I see through a doorway to another room but it’s small and empty and really not at all interesting.

As I return I see the doctor talking to man in his 40s, telling him the cancer cells in his mouth will take two years to multiple enough to kill him.

27^th October, 2011.
Thursday.

I’m foggy this morning. I’ve experienced a sleep deprivation run caused by G’s snoring over the past 4 or so nights and it’s really starting to depress me. I ended up on the couch in the early hours of the morning and then the dog thought I was up early to walk her.

I haven’t bothered much with dream recall because a number of dreams were prematurely terminated or I simply couldn’t remember them.

This dream had potential to be interesting:

“Whale people.”
I live right on the coast, on the beach and rocks,with my tribe. My hair is long and I’m raising a small child. A whale plays in the ocean nearby and we identify ourselves as “whale people.”

“The other Spirit Being”
There’s a snippet from another dream that’s interesting. I seem to be much younger and going out on the town with my sister. A superior, a Merlin- like figure, asks me about a woman I conversed with earlier in the dream. He wants to know who the other spirit being was, as if he, she and I are different to the normal people. (Perhaps I was conversing with an actual dreamer, rather than a DC)

“Mundane”
A mundane dream where I’m in a classroom supervising junior students through a test. Something starts to go wrong toward the end. My attitude is very negative when a male figure comes to replace me. I swear when I pass on information to him and he chastises me for swearing while a student can hear.

“Garbled.”
Something garbled at the end. I’m on the floor beside a woman’s bed. She tries to talk to me at the same time as a woman on the phone talks to me. I can’t follow the conversation on the phone; is she talking about a competition? Is there some nonsense about washing powder?

29^th October, 2011.
Saturday.
“Foreign children and the British Queen.”

This is very vivid. I’m in a totally new environment, like a holiday destination, and two children accompany me: an older girl and a younger boy. They both have accents, perhaps Danish or Swedish or Swiss and they talk quite enthusiastically. They’re blondes.

There’s a moment in the dream where we walk through a marina with footpaths, crowds and vendors selling food. Suddenly, my yoga teacher, Maurie, is in front of us, clowning foolishly. He ultimately transforms into a young, slight Indian man with a poorly aligned jaw.*We stop at a shop and the boy orders 1 ½ potatoes for his lunch.#


Now I’m having dinner with the Scandanavian children’s family. My family are there too. Things go well for a while but the mother becomes upset over something we don’t understand.

Now I’m back outside with the children. A very LOUD rendition of God Save the Queen starts up over the loud speakers. We press up against railings lining the street to catch an impromptu appearance by the Queen of England (who is currently visiting Australia IRL). I look to my left and witness and enormous armoured truck that apparently precedes her arrival. While I am in no way a monarchist, I’m excited about being in the right place at the right time.

Notes: The reference to Scandanavian children may have resulted from a brief conversation with our youngest during the day. He wanted to know what nationalities we had in our family. When H implied my background was more diverse that his father’s, because of my Maltese mother, his dad boasted that they had English, Irish, Scottish and German in his background. I added that my great grandparents had been Danish settlers (or Swiss, depending on whose stories/research I trust).

*This was my conscience reprimanding me for a careless statement. I’d taught a yoga class the previous night and a woman in the class told me she was 70. Later she complimented my teacher, who is also in his 70s, talking about his remarkable strength and flexibility as a result of his commitment to yoga. I agreed he is remarkable but stated that I didn’t think years of vegetarianism had benefitted his teeth. It was an observation I could have well kept to myself. The next dream (omitted here) made sure I got the message.

#I tried to programme the dream to advise me on the better course: choosing to do an Open University Psychology degree (apples) or a Counselling certificate (oranges).



30^th October, 2011.
Sunday

“Crystal bowl.”
Groups peopled my dreams, probably reflecting the fact we’d been to two consecutive parties, resulting in a late night. In one dream I was working with others to solve something, I’m not sure what, but the theme was one of correction and reform related to some kind of social issue. Someone gave me a crystal salad bowl that was somehow meaningful.

“Two of Pentacles”
In a later dream, I ask two men to help me with a tarot reading. I lay out the cards in a formation of 5 that I seem to be making up (5 is numerologically associated with self-liberation) as I go along. I turn the first card over and it is a beautiful young blond man standing exceedingly tall. I closely scrutinise the card, stating I have never seen it before but I soon realise it’s the 2 of pentacles. I imagine I’m just using an unfamiliar and very beautiful deck.

http://www.ata-tarot.com/resource/cards/p02.html
http://www.learntarot.com

Temporary Dream Journal.

31^st October, 2011.
Monday.

Fragmented recall.

“Coconut Angel”
I’m a little sad and I decide to throw some flour on our sofa to create an angel. The setting is the house where I was raised and my mother and younger sister are there. I can’t find flour so I use a small sprinkling of desiccated coconut. Immediately the amount increases until it forms a three dimensional, fully sized (though petit) female angel. She’s perfectly proportioned like a classical statue with curling hair and totally smooth skin. She’s silent but alive. I rest my check on hers and feel relieved of my burdens and totally happy, even shedding silent tears of joy. I fall asleep there and later wake to show my Mum and sister what has occurred.

“About to be Robbed”
I get out of a car in a dimly lit parking lot. A young man accosts me, making it clear he intends to rob me. I have $100 in my hand and I wonder what I should do.

“Giving up the chair and the Phone call”
I’m in a crowded café at a small round table for one and I’ve finished a coffee. I take the empty cup back to the counter and when I return to the table a stiff wallet is lying on my chair. I look up at a masculine woman and ask her if it’s hers. She affirms that it is and her intention to take my place. I explain that I just got up to return my cup but I can see she doesn’t want to give me the chair so I look around and immediately spot a vacant chair right near the one that was mine. I let her have it. Then I make a long phone call to someone (the angel from the earlier dream?) that I cannot recall at all.

I think I had one of those navigating through unknown streets dreams somewhere in all this too.

Nothing deep to say but... I thought your dream of the coconut angel was such a lovely one!

It was, thanks.

In May, I had this dream:

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“Dad’s House”
I enter my Dad’s “house,” planning to use his bathroom to take a shower. I enter the room and then hear the noise of someone stirring, so I emerge from the room again. I see my dad in a slightly darkened bedroom, in bed during the day. He comes out of the room and I tell him it’s just me, come to use his shower. Now a plump, dark-hair, European woman enters through the front door. She’s Dad’s cleaner and she goes straight into the bathroom, where she clearly intends to begin her cleaning. I’m mildly impatient that I’ll have to wait for her but Dad’s attitude is the disdain for people he considers unintelligent or unattractive that I’ve often seen him display IRL.

I decide I’ll look out back while I wait for the cleaning lady. The backyard is a large, neatly mown, rectangle. It is somehow a familiar dream setting. I notice that the ground is elevated a few feet higher than the surrounding plots. I’m slightly disturbed to see that there is some kind of shed-like structure at the end of the yard and shade cloth that obscures the view beyond the yard. There is a small social gathering behind the shade cloth. A father and his son are briefly in Dad’s backyard, having wandered off their own property. I feel that they should respect the boundaries, even if there are no fences.

I’m not sure if the other remembered parts of last night’s dreaming are still part of this dream or separate. The dream just recorded made me anxious to check up o my Dad, who lives alone in another state.

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It had a similar quality to a dream I had about my father at another time. In that dream he was dying and his torso was twisted like a corkscrew. I was devastated but he was okay with his impending death. I rang him IRL and discovered he was going in for some tests. Ultimately they discovered some cancer cells in his prostate and a shadow on his liver but they said old age would take him out before these things did (he's 71).

After I had the above dream I rang to check on him but he was in a totally obnoxious mood and I regretted making the call. Yesterday he rang me to tell me he's been diagnosed with glaucoma and will go blind and also that a more major operation on his prostate is scheduled. He says he's up 4 times a night to use the bathroom. Remembering the dim lighting in the dream, I dug it up to see if it had references to blindness. I believe it does.

2^nd November, 2011.
Wednesday

Poor sleep yesterday meant I didn’t record. All I remember is moving two cars at once with my mind.

“Three Conferences”

I enjoyed last night’s dream during which I attended three large conferences with another woman. She is initially a young Asian woman (Chinese perhaps) but she becomes something else later – possibly Indian or South American. She appears to be a knowledgeable companion and I am also quite competent in this dream.

During our second trip to the conference I do the driving. During the third conference I wonder how I knew the way and if I used a satellite navigation system.

At some point, I associate briefly and productively with some former colleagues for whom I had little respect by the end of our association.

There is also a thread to do with earphones for listening. I appear to have at least two sets but my younger sister has damaged them and tangled them, along with earphones belonging to someone else – G? I know where there is another set of earphones (in my bedroom?) but my female companion or G tells me I won’t need them.

I really appreciate the venue for the in-service, which appears to be work-related for the teaching of English. It is truly grand with high arching glass ceilings that allow light to pour through. There are also many tiles and it’s quite beautiful. There’s a lot of white in the tiling.

On my second or third time there, I’m so inspired by the architecture and the sense of spaciousness that I begin to fly. I wonder if I should be doing this as nobody else is flying but I’m enjoying the freedom so I continue. There are people lined up at a door at the top of a ramp to a higher level. I don’t initially notice them as I head upwards towards that room but when I do see them I feel I shouldn’t use my ability to fly to push to the front so I hold back.

While I fly, my companion keeps up with me, walking. Curiously, there’s a moment where I realise I’m wearing a dress and wonder how it manages to enfold me in such a way that my modesty is guaranteed.

At the end of the dream my companion and I observe railway tracks between stations. We’re working out something about getting home. I think there’s also some discussion of the way we got there in the first place. Soon we’re on the platform and my companion holds a piece of cardboard on which she has written guidance for others, directing them to the right platform.

Now we’re in a busy place and the companion has transformed into a South American and she is selling fried chicken. G is with me and we’re apparently ordered some chicken. She gets a phone call and we understand that rat has been cooked along with the chicken. She finds it and wraps it in paper and throws it away. It seems G isn’t too offended by this, that he would have accepted fried rat. :shock:

Note: The last garbled bit of the dream reflects some elements of a “Modern Family” episode I semi-watched while reading yesterday evening.

4^th November, 2011.
Friday
In Forster-Tuncurry

“The Line”
I couldn’t finish recording these dreams yesterday and can’t remember this one now.

“Ten uses for Trees”
I’m challenged to a competition where I have to give ten uses for each tree. I begin rattling off things such as, “They create shade, they house birds….”

“Child Abuse”

Initially this is a movie I watch. Some people have a little girl but towards the end of the dream it becomes apparent that she’s not their natural child and they’re going to torture her. They begin to fill a bath with some dark solution and then they immerse one of her legs in it. It appears to burn her and I refuse to watch anymore as I would IRL if this were something on television. I can hear the sinister man and woman involved laugh as I remove myself from the scene.

The little girl appears to be the child that plays Lilly in “Modern Family” so I’m still resonating with what I saw a couple of nights ago, perhaps because I often wonder about the welfare of child actors - especially very young ones - when I watch something involving them.

Note: Unless I’m picking up on something real (I hope not) this could suggest a young, emerging self-aspect is in danger or some small, frail self-aspect is being brutalised by other parts of my psyche. Lily in the episode I watched was 3. If I equate that with something in my own life it may be my career as a yoga teacher, which began 3 years ago and which appears unlikely due to my need to return to fulltime work next year.

This dream could also be something I agreed to dream for someone else but the sign I set to indicate this was absent.

I thought the notion of a “dark solution” was an interesting one.

Child abuse might also be present as a theme because we left my dog, Bella, at a boarding kennel, which felt like betrayal.

Now I seem to be at a school that isn’t anywhere I’ve worked before. I carry the memory of the first part of the dream like a secret.

I don’t seem to know the people but they initially seem amicable enough. There is a dark haired woman who seems to be a parent working voluntary at the school. She’s writing something.

Things are a bit muddled now. At some point I make a suggestion that is somehow influenced by what I experienced in the first part of the dream that the dark haired woman’s child be given cough mixture. This results in the appearance of Pat P who is very sombre and gives me a bottle of cough mixture with a note on its label that accuses me of abuse and threatens that action will occur.

I sit at the table with a gathering and the dark haired woman’s child serves food. She is an impressive, confident junior high school child that does her job well.

5^th November, 2011.
Saturday.

I saw three spiders making a web as hypnagogic imagery before sleep. Am reading Wesselman’s “Bowl of Light” and feel it may be imagery to represent the three soul Hawaiian belief.

Interestingly, I picked this book up out of a bag of books lent to me by a friend on my way out the door to a long weekend away. It occurred to me that a couple of previous dreams actually seemed to have referenced this book. One was dreaming about a crystal bowl, which, if I think about it, may be seen as a bowl of light but the other was a reference to whales. I had a short dream about being a “whale person” and the book references dolphins and whales as animals that in some instances were inhabited by higher beings that came to the planet with the souls that seeded the creatures that would evolve into humans. Whales are referred to as record keepers. We also saw many whales and dolphins on this trip.

Other things in the book resonated with certain questions that occupy my mind such as soul age and the implications of that and so called “Indigo children.” I was very pleased to find that I shared the views of the kahuna in the book on the topic of Indigoes.

“Cynthia’s crockery”
G wants me to take Cynthia’s dinner set. I don’t know what has become of C but she has a massive dinner set with way too many plates and bits and pieces. I say we don’t want it because we don’t have room so we decide we must drop it off at this place that looks like a shop from the outside. Other people help me carry the pieces from the car.

Once inside I notice a few pieces I like such as a white milk jug. I decide a coffee set is worth keeping.

I wander into a room and see the leg end of a man immersed in a bath so I quietly back away.

6^th November, 2011.
Sunday

“Musketeer type Movie”
Back in time and I’m a man. This is hard to remember; feels a bit movie-ish. I’m imprisoned and intended for some kind of servitude. I seem to be dressed like a musketeer when I see myself in third person, as I do sometimes. Despite my imprisonment, I have no problem freeing myself when I choose and it seems to be a bit of a game to me. There is a love interest and the complication in the plot appears to arise when another woman is approaching and, at a distance, I mistake her for the woman with whom I’m involved. The dream doesn’t develop beyond this point.

“Raptor threat”
There’s a sulphur-crested cockatoo in a cage in this dream so it seems to be the one I programmed to dream for another.

I’m hiding in a bathroom with a child (possibly the older girl from “Child Abuse” dream). There’s a raptor loose in the house and I seem to have dealt with it before so I have some idea what it’s capable of and how to fend it off.

I’m securing the door but I’m fairly certain it can break it down. I’m hiding the girl behind something, the basin perhaps. I hear my mother’s critical voice asking what it’s about and why the girl had scratches all over her face at a previous time.

“Psychic abilities”
I’m in an outdoor place and my friends Glen and Marie are there with their kids and we with ours. They’ve been on some kind of holiday where they voluntarily worked at a white house (they call it the white house) for wayward children. There's a distinct image of a little white cottage. They show footage of their own youngest daughter losing her temper and shouting (she’s not like that IRL). Each time she shouts there’s the clap of thunder, and when she most loses it, the thunder is the loudest. We all realise that she has created this through some kind of connection to the forces of nature. I gently remind her of the responsibilities that come with this power, as if that’s my particular job.

Now I’m playing a psychic game. I stand with my eyes closed and I have to say where my oldest is. I feel him to my right and I announce that he’s in the neighbouring house, in the rooms furthest back and to the right. Immediately I know I am wrong; I sense he’s tricked me and is just behind me and to my right. I also feel my youngest to my left. I open my eyes and let them know I know they’re there and what they’re up to and they laugh, quite certain they’ve debunked psychic ability.

I ignore them and continue to stand there with my eyes closed, seeing what I can sense. I crack my right eye open the slightest and see that I can see quite a lot in front of me. I want to keep it pure though, so I close both eyes properly, awaiting impressions. Something starts to form.

Now I’m inside a large green house with someone young – possibly one of my own children. We’re picking strawberries but there are many other foods growing there. I’ve drawn my conclusion about what is necessary for accurate clairvoyance and it’s a simple one: I must take my time for the impressions to settle correctly. We reach the far end of the raised produce beds and place our strawberries on a plate. They seem to be either numerous very small strawberries or somehow shredded.

7^th November, 2011.
Monday.

I’m looking after babies. There are twins and they’re very peculiar. Now I visualise them, they don’t look different really but there is a sense that their alien and that they don’t act like normal earth babies. One bites through its dummy/pacifier and I repair it the best I can, hoping it doesn’t break again and choke the baby. I’m not sure I should really look after these babies: there’s a vague sense of threat about them.

Somebody is introducing Robyn B to a boy who looks a little like her. I’m just observing. It seems to me that they make the introduction hoping Robyn will impact well on the young man who has dropped out of uni, doesn’t have a job and spends much of his time drinking. I feel Robyn is too good for him.

I’m stressed choosing a uni course. It appears I’m geared up to study Psychology and that I’ve already started but as the dream progresses it becomes apparent this won’t work. I’m talking to Sofie who, in the dream context, has completed this course or is almost complete. It appears to be a course at ANU (three hours drive from where I live) and I ask her what time she gets home of an evening. She says 4am and I tell her I can’t do that and work the next day – I don’t have that kind of stamina. She’s using it to advance herself in teaching but that’s not what I’m seeking.

I seem to be in a university context again, inside a classroom and involved in an affair with someone who looks like TV compere and comedian, Adam Hill. The scene flashes to outside, near bushes where we continue to canoodle.

Notes: I’m not much enjoying my dreams of late, as they seem to be mostly processing mind junk. The dream is exaggerating anxiety about potential retraining not mixing with current commitments and affair motif is a clear indicator of being untrue to myself. ANU comes into it as it’s the uni F hopes to attend and Sofie because her two exceptional daughters attended that uni and undertook the elite PHP course that F hopes to be accepted into. She also feels pulled towards other things at times but she’s older and her circumstances different to mine.

9^th November, 2011.
Wednesday.
“The intervention of Aliens.”
This dream is viewed in 3^rd person and like a montage. It’s like a documentary and some parts definitely have a commentary. What is shown is the individual encounters of people with an alien force that appears to be leading society towards improvement. Most memorable in the montage is a brief scene with a family of three in their kitchen. Their kitchen appliances have been modified. For example, the dark haired son points out that the kettle now demonstrates a silhouette of three racing horses on its side to indicate when the water is boiled and prevent fires. The mother cooks the family’s meal in a small oven about the size of a microwave. It looks chaotic inside the oven, as though the food is in a centrifuge, but when she opens the lid at the top it’s filled with perfect backed vegetables, if not a little tumbled. The father uses another appliance (I can’t remember what) that has been similarly modified.

“We interrupt this documentary with a recurring dream.”
I’m standing at a sink washing dishes and looking out a window. My hair is wet because I’ve just washed it. There’s a sense that I’m in my current house but the view is impossible: there’s no window at my sink and, if there were, I’d be looking at the neighbour’s house, yet I see streets. An old man in a car drives by and I hear him - impossibly because of distance – say, “Don’t wash those dishes you old lesbian.” I figure he must be addressing me because I’m washing dishes but I dismiss the event, as I would such ridiculous and disagreeable moments in reality.

Oddly, this dream recurs two more times during my other dreams. There’s a moment where I wonder if my wet hair looks like a 50s slicked back boy’s hairstyle in one of the dreams. In the ultimate dream, I finally feel amused by how stupid the comment is and my amusement makes me smile.

“The intervention of Aliens cont.”
There is commentary with this part of the documentary that explains that a fearful experience by lone individuals will always be part of a relationship with aliens. Again, a montage is used to show different individuals in darkness feeling a presence and being vigilant in response. You don’t exactly see the aliens but you feel them. I jump into first person momentarily for the experience.

Now the commentary takes on a dated feeling, even though the information is current. A female, American announcer in voice over describes how society was established in its present form. It shows the allotment of land in suburban neighbourhoods and, curiously, she states that the block boundaries were often incorrectly measured.

A dream involving F and Ann. They’re in the back yard (not really this house – orientated differently) trying to sell something. It occurs to me they need to get out front if they want people to notice.

In this final dream I’m headed towards some kind of test that I think of as a test of grammar, even though it seems that the content isn’t really what we’d call grammar and the previous documentary will be part of the test. I’m confident I’ll do really well at this as it plays to my strengths.

A peculiar thing yesterday while I was cleaning. We have a double sink vanity and I noticed my husband's plughole cover thingy had come out.



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So I cleaned it and screwed in back in.
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Cleaned some other bits, turned around to the sink and found it unscrewed again!

:whatthe:

An odd one to be sure, CF.

11^th November, 2011.

Poor recall. G kept snoring loudly. I woke up often during the later part of the night and I’m feeling foggy now.

“Dinosaurs”
The earlier dream was about dinosaurs. Something was about to change environmentally and I had an opportunity to shape shift and survive. My options were between dinosaurs so I shape shifted into different bodies, felt too cumbersome as a land animal and I opted for a flying type of body.

“Quest”
No chance of recalling the specifics of this one. I was with a group. We had problems to solve and journeys to take. I felt competent and took a leadership role. I remember a teenage girl watching us through bars or shadows. She clearly wanted to join the quest but had been dismissed. This made her resentful.

First odd bit for today. I was just beginning to type my journal on a word doc and suddenly, without me doing anything at all on a new computer, the font changed.

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Then I ran the cursor over to see what the font had changed from only to discover that:

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It apparently hadn't changed at all. So, it's an interesting glitch that, for me at least, is good confirmation of the thing I was writing. Maybe a savvy reader will find a logical explanation.

The only logical explanation I can come up with is that life is but a dream....:cool:

<sub>12th November, 2011
Saturday.

Another late night because I went out. I want to tell a going out story first</sub> because it shows how I’m waking up to the fact that life can act very much like a dream.*

I work a 35- minute drive from home and all our work-organized events happen in that town. We were fare-welling the boss at a venue I’d been to once, a few years ago. I didn’t remember the way because I hadn’t done the driving on that occasion so, while I hurried to get ready, G programmed it on the satellite navigator. I drove the first ½ hour unassisted and then started to use the sat nav, which should have taken care of the last 5 to 10 minutes of the trip. G said, “Don’t worry if it takes you on a bit of a round about path,” so I initially didn’t but half an hour later I was in an ugly industrial area and realizing that it’s stupid to put too much faith in technology.

I found a person and he told me where I needed to go, luckily directing me to go back to a street I knew in the original town. I was pleased that I could find my way there but when I got there I knew I had no idea of where the street I was was in relation to the street I wanted to find, so I got my trusty street directory out of the boot/trunk. As soon as I’d done so, a car of teens pulled up with their doof-doof music blaring. By now, the sun’s gone done and I’m really unsure of directions and afraid I’m going to spend ages travelling the wrong way, squinting at street signs because it was too dark for my prescription sunglasses. Then I realized: this car pulled in beside me apparently randomly, and then I knew. I wound done the window asked if anyone knew where the venue was. The boys were kind of dopey but their little female companion announced, “Of course, my mum works there,” and gave me excellent directions. If I hadn’t second-guessed myself, they would have taken me directly there. As it was, I drove around lost for a good half hour longer, drove right past the venue, and got further help from a couple of really nice service station attendants.

Last night’s dreams weren’t as interesting as that experience. The event imposed itself on my dreams, which were over-populated with people and noise. There was something about Erin singing beautifully (I wouldn’t be at all surprised if this is valid information). Erin, God bless her, rang my mobile to ensure I hadn’t been in an accident, to have my husband answer. (Mental note: take phone when you go out). There was also a crappy dream of teaching an oversized class with a bunch of authority figures down the back judging my performance and Sam being unfairly critical of my classroom control. I remember commenting that the room was so full it was more like church than class.

* I was going to explain the font-change thingy but did it a different way (previous post).

Totally agree, CF :lol:

13^th November,2011.
Sunday

“The House surrounded by Bush.”
I’m inside a large house with a lot of glass, allowing a view to the outside. I’m accompanied by a group of adults and I’m tending a sick child. There’s a storm coming.

I begin to show some people what surrounds the house. We look up through the ceiling, which is apparently transparent. I see there are large gum trees but they’re not quite where I thought they would be. G says something about these, he has suggested I show them to the people and he seemed to know where they came closest to the house.

Now I’m outside the house. It’s a large area and there’s surrounding bush. I perceive myself as some kind of disaster prevention officer – I might even wear a ranger’s uniform. I walk with another or I meet another. He’s plump and probably in his 50s. I make some suggestions because I didn’t expect to find him inspecting the perimeter as I did myself and I feel there’s a more intelligent way we can divide our labour and be more efficient.

Notes:
Staring upwards towards the canopy of gum trees in my dreams always instills a feeling of awe. It’s quite a powerful symbol for me. In fact, these expansive outside dreams always leaving feeling a little inspired.

The impending storm is an interesting motif probably caused by a friend at work who told me she had an interesting dream last week where I was like a prophetess announcing that something was on the way and that she could feel it too.

Reading Michael Newton and Hank Wesselmann recently has reignited my interested in the notion of soul age. I was hoping for some indication of my soul age in tonight’s dreams so I’m glad to see I’m an adult in these dreams ;)

“Knowing the way”
I’m driving through city streets and I’m really feeling competent because I know my way and this is a complicated route.

Another driver (the plump man from the previous dream) converges from my left. I either see him thumbing a lift, as if hitchhiking, or communicating a willingness to pick up a hitchhiker.

Our cars become bicycles. I’m really enjoying the movement.

14^th November, 2011.
Monday.

I’m with Lucy, Sofie and Helen, sitting in chat I suppose. There’s a feeling of camaraderie. While we talk, I notice the intricate pattern on a lady’s cardigan and then again on another lady’s cardigan.

I go past my old classroom from St J’s and I see a lesson in progress with a new teacher (F’s senior English teacher, I think). I feel like I should have been in class. Now I’m leafing through F’s English notebook. I notice she’s made them write a lot. There’s a piece of weekly creative writing. I read some of it but can’t remember now.

A hostile dream towards G. There’s some kind of social betrayal – he’s been to a wedding and didn’t take me as his partner. I swear a lot.

I’m watching a movie. It’s about an alien attempting to break down the force field on a group’s ship or building (it’s hard to say because if it’s a ship, it’s grounded). The attacking ship comes at intervals and emits a beam. Eventually it succeeds. The audience sides with the attacking ship.

Then an attractive female informs another woman about the normal appearance of her arm being something they’ve (the aliens) done as a mercy (?). The woman has been asking why it doesn’t look like the hairy, monstrous-looking arm of other individuals and they explain it’s a visual illusion. I wonder if they have picked up some kind of disease or damage to so transform their respective arms in the first place. It seems she wants her arm to show its transformation.

I watch something that’s supposed to be comical. A man in it wears a priest’s purple robe at home as his dressing gown – one of the visual gags.

15^th November, 2011.
Tuesday.

I’m living in a house that is unfamiliar to me. It seems small and dim. The phone rings and it’s Brent. I think G will get it but Brent is leaving a long, complex message on the answering machine so I pick up and he’s grateful.

I’m outside with G now. We watch a neighbour’s dog, a ginger coloured, shaggy animal – probably a retriever. It leaps over a fence. Later I see it walking away from me and it’s old and maimed. It walks with another dog.

Two neighbours approach. One is a hippie type guy. He kisses my neck and is clearly besotted with me. For some reason, this is entirely okay with everyone present.

Mum approaches. I’m surprised to see she has a brow-piercing, considering it to be kind of cool for Mum. I comment on it and she tells me it hurts. I’m thinking she’ll have to remove it.

16th November, 2011.
Wednesday

"Kids"
I need to read a thick book but there's a family of five or so very insistent kids that want me to play with them.

17^th November, 2011.
Thursday.

(F’s formal dinner last night – tired)

“Math Test”
We’re still at the Novatel and we’re been given a math test. Their year co-ordinator is announcing the answers and, while I’m sure I’ve gotten them all right, I see that some are pencil marked as incorrect. G has gotten these ones right and he’s commenting on where I’ve gone wrong but I’m not convinced mine were wrong.

I wake up too hot.

“Foreign Country”
I’m in a foreign country, having flown there on a plane, and I’m lining up for a yoga class with a group of other people. I don’t remember the yoga in this dream, however.

What I do recall most is the return trip. There’s a definitely sense of physical movement and when I look out of the window I initially perceive myself as on a plane but when I’m interacting within the vehicle it’s more like a train or a bus. I’m puzzling over where we’ve been. Three places cross my mind - Iceland, Turkey and Brazil - but I don’t feel any of them are really it.

I notice some young people inside the plane/train are being served food. Initially they’re given something on a plate but as I try to discern what that is, the dream imagery alters and I see they’re now eating bar-b-que shapes. Someone comments on the unhealthiness of the choice.

18^th November, 2011
Friday

“Running through molasses with Cane.”

I’m in a school setting that’s supposed to be where I work but it’s not really recognizable as such. We’re preparing for an excursion (had to get up early today because we are taking Year 9 out for activities). There is a something like a breakfast bar standing outside so people can make their lunches. I try to do so but I keep having trouble with ingredients. Then others turn up and start taking everything for themselves. I’m left with a single piece of bread and some vegemite. I fold the bread into a half sandwich.

I’m in a small room with equipment for making and repairing. I notice a sewing machine and associated bits and pieces.

Next I’m in a larger room and can see library shelving. Somewhere beyond the shelves I hear a child in conversation with her parents. I can’t recall their conversation now but the child was asking questions and her parents answering her.

Now I’m out with Cane T. (Cane is a friend of F’s, they go to school together and played in the same rugby league team. He’s an aboriginal boy and an awesome athlete. He has a beautiful soul and was voted kindest, most likeable person at F’s formal a couple of nights ago). We’re running back to the school but it feels like I’m running through molasses. I’m expending energy but getting nowhere and Cane runs abreast, even though I know he can run faster and he’s just being kind. I tell him to go, I don’t want him to be late but he chooses to stay with me.

We come to a Gothic-looking door. It occurs to me now that this was a free-standing structure and we could have run around it but we don’t treat it as such. It’s locked but I’m confident I can leap over it, which I do. On the other side is a mesh gate but it’s unlocked and we pass through.

We’re running again and it’s still as though my legs are in molasses. Cane is gone but I can see the school ahead and should be able to make it in time for the excursion.

Notes: I vaguely set an intention to start gathering ancestral information in my dreams. As far as I know, there’s no aboriginal blood in our family but it is something I’ve wondered about since, 18 years ago when I was expecting F, an aboriginal man appeared to me. I thought about these things before sleep and that’s probably why Cane popped into my dream. Interpretations are welcome.

That dream seems full of "allegories", doesn't it? Just a few quick impressions: Your movement through molasses could be that your energy body was losing its full power at that point, or it could be a situation in your life that you feel is too slow; or holding you back. . .from some great Mind/spirit portal which has been set up (for you) with all sorts of pointless decorative details (Gothic) perhaps as a "stick & carrot" to encourage you on your journey? But you find all that is really unnecessary, as it is an open, mesh gate/portal (transparent & easily accessed).

I find the notion of ancestors very ambiguous; "they" are our physical ancestors but not always our "spiritual" relatives, it seems. Perhaps the Aboriginal man of your vision is a guide, who appeared in that form because of one's expectation of ancient wisdom from those who are embodied in the "ancient" races. And now you have a physically-present great soul (Cane) from that same soul-carrier/race. And if you are a teacher in 3-D, a provider of "sustenance"/wisdom (bread, vegemite) to others, perhaps you are in a reciprocal relationship with some special students, both teaching & learning.. . Just my 2c worth!
PS I love your quote from Through the Looking Glass!

There are many things in this world that I will never understand. Vegemite is one of them. :|

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That dream seems full of "allegories", doesn't it? Just a few quick impressions: Your movement through molasses could be that your energy body was losing its full power at that point, or it could be a situation in your life that you feel is too slow;

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Yes on both accounts, or it's a new energy body and I'm still getting the hang of it.

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or holding you back. . .from some great Mind/spirit portal which has been set up (for you) with all sorts of pointless decorative details (Gothic)

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Gothic doesn't associate with "pointless decoration" in my mindset. It reminded me of the architecture at Sydney Uni, where I did my degree. I'm also gearing up to teach Extension students a unit on Gothic literature again next year, so this detail will warrant exploration since it will signify many things for me. The important thing is, it wasn't a real obstacle but I perceived it as so. I'm starting to think it may be commenting on the way a particular situation is unfolding, so thank you so much for engaging, Sono, your thoughts are giving me certain insights!

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perhaps as a "stick & carrot" to encourage you on your journey? But you find all that is really unnecessary, as it is an open, mesh gate/portal (transparent & easily accessed).

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True, even if it had been locked, I could have climbed it or leapt it again.

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I find the notion of ancestors very ambiguous; "they" are our physical ancestors but not always our "spiritual" relatives, it seems.

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Agree. I have wondered if it meant F, my son was coming out of a recent life as an Aboriginal person but even that may have been taking things a bit too literally. Still....

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Perhaps the Aboriginal man of your vision is a guide, who appeared in that form because of one's expectation of ancient wisdom from those who are embodied in the "ancient" races.

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I'd call him a spirit rather than a vision. I was praying (didn't meditate in those days) and I got the feeling I get before a visitation. I chose to look (there were times I didn't) and he was just there, observing. I sensed interest in the progress of the pregnancy.

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And now you have a physically-present great soul (Cane) from that same soul-carrier/race. And if you are a teacher in 3-D, a provider of "sustenance"/wisdom (bread, vegemite) to others, perhaps you are in a reciprocal relationship with some special students, both teaching & learning.. . Just my 2c worth!

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Part of this resonates beautifully: I do think Cane is special. The abundance of food but an inability to be satisfied is a recurring motif for me but you've definitely got the link between food and sustenance right.

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PS I love your quote from Through the Looking Glass!

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It's a good one but I wonder if it's getting a bit old.

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There are many things in this world that I will never understand. Vegemite is one of them. :|

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Not even a true Australian food now it's no longer Australian-owned. Marmite, however, is made by Sanitarium - run by the Seventh Day Adventist Church with their commitment to healthy food - and Australian-owned. As for taste - it's an acquired thing.

19^th November, 2011.
Saturday
Catching up sleep today but recall was difficult. I can see connections to things in RL with the following dreams but they’re definitely at the odd end of the spectrum.

“Many on a Plane”
I’ve boarded a plane with numerous others. It has apparently taken a long time because there are so many of us. We are seated when another group of people start passing up the aisle towards a compartment in front of ours. Someone complains aloud, querying just how many people they’re squeezing onto one plane. I feel mildly anxious about safety issues.

“Baby of the Vegie patch”
I’m outside my house with an infant child. She’s sitting inside an almost fallow veggie patch (but it’s down the side of the house, instead of out back) and she pulls out something she begins to chew on. I panic a bit, thinking it might be a fungus that has grown in the soil but when I take it an examine it, I see it’s just celery. G seems to be there as a silent witness.

I hear the school bus out front so I pick the baby up and walk towards the gate, planning to show her the bus but she deflates and I’m left with her deflated body while her real self is back in the vegie patch where she wants to be.

“Eating the African Violet”
I’m holding a potted African violet in my hand and I seem to be pulling leaves off and eating them. Somehow, I spill it out of its pot (?) and discover a lot of sliced luncheon meats. I think they must be old meat that never got thrown out and then revise this thought because it looks too fresh. I decide G must have bought it and it’s entirely edible.

Er.... yeah.

Actually, I think, CF, that the baby dream was a failure to get my astral body to the right vibration for a journey. It wanted a rest in the fallow patch.

Out again tonight, what a ridiculously busy life it's been of late!

20^th November, 2011.
Sunday

Last night our friends took us to dinner, their shout to cover our respective birthdays as we’d done for theirs. It was a five course dinner and one of the courses was deep fried zucchini flower. I wonder if that’s what I was picking up in the “Eating the African Violet” dream.

“Year 8 Kids Dance.”
A large room with Year 8 students. They start dancing spontaneously, one at a time. Is the music MC Hammer’s “Can’t Touch This?” or am I superimposing this because I saw a video on Facebook yesterday? There’s a girl in a red dress among our boys. She looks Hispanic, reminds me of Maria C but if she were 13 or 14.

Haven't you noticed? You ate the Lotus!

What were those guys on when they wrote that? :whatthe:

No recall last night. Woken abruptly by snoring. Couldn't get back to sleep so I got up, annoyed.

I'm pretty sure they were all hopped up on Lotuses and interpretive dance.

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22 November, 2011
Tuesday

Went to bed exhausted and in need of a good stretch but too tired to stay up any longer!

"Paul and Dominique"
I begin this dream in bed with Paul M. We lie side-by-side talking and Paul shows affection but it isn’t sexual.

Now I’m in his living areas and see his partner. No sense of enmity or rivalry.

Now I’m down a long corridor, conversing with someone else I know – one of my yoga ladies, Dominique? It’s someone tanned. Just a general kind of conversation with a bit of mutual admiration.

“Computer outage”
I begin to work on my computer. There’s a popping sound and it ceases to work.

Note: I feel the computer, like books, is usually a sign I’m in a mental plane dream. I seem to be having trouble either getting there or recalling dreams while in that particular vehicle lately.

“When seniors become seniors.”
I’m teaching Sofie’s seniors as a favour because she is somehow incapacitated. She’s in the room.

Jordan, one of my seniors from this year, gets out of his seat and I notice he is wearing a yellow full-length dress and has grown his blond hair long and had it cut like a woman. He walks right up to me and looks at me knowingly in the classic way of DCs when the dream is doing its best to get you lucid - it’s been a while since I’ve had anything that even hints at lucidity. It makes me stop for a minute but then I go into indulgent mode, wondering what silly new things these kids will come up with or if there’s something Jordan’s discovering about his gender identity that he feels a need to express.

I teach for a while and, after some time, there’s a sense things aren’t going well. It’s not like the kids are rioting, it’s just an awareness thing. I begin to blame myself for not being more thorough in my preparation and thinking I’ll be right winging it.

I have the data projector displaying something but Sophie switches it off in response to the attitude coming from the kids. We’re in the dark now. I apologise to her for not doing a good job of keeping them under control but she doesn’t blame me. She believes they’re a difficult class and it’s their attitude that is at fault.

Now there’s just enough light to illuminate each of their faces and I notice something peculiar: none of them are boys now; they’re all mature aged men. Many have gained weight, some are bearded and some are balding. I point this out to Sofie, thinking it’s a trick of the light but she doesn’t seem to see it.

There’s a large, bearded man in the back corner of the classroom on my right. He seems different somehow and I wonder if he’s an inspector.

23^rd November, 2011.
Wednesday

Got to sleep at 8pm last night. Feel so much better!

“Under Building”
I’m in a space that has become familiar in my recent dreams: an under building area where you can see the bearers and joists that hold up the floor. It’s quite vast. I’m a young woman and still going out with a previous boyfriend but I meet a man there and it’s a matter of instant love, instant union. This is a wordless experience, completely intuitive. He’s not a very tall man, somewhat stocky. I know that my heart is already committed to him.

Still young, I’m driving from my family home towards a sporting venue – at least that’s the best motivation I can muster in the dream. The area is where I currently live rather than where I grew up. I stop on the way to the venue and pull into a car park and then into a building. I get out of my car but I’m not sure of what I want to do or the exact nature of this place. I see people passing through into another room, which I intuitively know is a café. I don’t want that so I get back in my car.

I’m in the car park again, having some kind of driving trouble where I need to consider another driver.

Now I’m on the road home. I have a lot of speed as, my car has become a motorcycle, but I don’t feel I have a lot of experience.

There’s a moment during the above sequence where I look at a competition on a leaflet. You have to match a particular knife to the food you use the knife with. I think it’s an easy competition but notice you then have to match a fry pan to the food as well. I think this is stupid.

There’s material I’ve forgotten that I suspect I will recall in the course of the day.

24^th November, 2011.
Thursday

Woke through the night, realizing I’d been in the middle of a dream. All I could recall was helping Bella through a window. I was outside the house.

"Chef"
Later, I watched a dream as a movie. A woman had a small child and a chef, who prepared their meals in her kitchen. Later she was at her mother’s house (or an older woman’s) and she had her chef with her. The older woman greeted the chef as an old friend.
Note: This is linked to a random comment yesterday. A young, pregnant colleague said she wished she could afford all organic food and I said I wish I could afford a chef to prepare it and ensure all my food was both healthy and interesting.

"Building and future trees."
Something from another dream. This is the most vivid and memorable moment of last night’s dreaming. I’m with a group of people – neighbours, I think. We’re looking at an interesting group of buildings in the near distance. It’s unusual architecture but I can’t remember details. We know that in time the view will be obscured because trees will grow between us and the buildings. There’s a sense we will grow these with our minds. I remember my friend’s/neighbour’s daughter, Megan, on my right.

"Stolen Credit"
I am notified that someone is trying to use my credit card illegally. I’m able to view the path to the bank aerially.

25^th November, 2011.
Friday

During meditation yesterday afternoon, I actually got hypnagogics, which is unusual for me in the afternoon. I was watching with concentration and could hear my breathing alter to sleep patterns. My etheric hand loosened spontaneously but I knew I wouldn’t have time for a projection because I needed to get my son to a job interview*. I think the astral world is calling – must induce a lucid dream or projection soon!

“Falling through the Bridge.”
Not much recall. I was helping build a bridge with many other people. There were still incomplete parts and you had to be carefully. On my way back, I forgot about the gaps and fell through but I landed in water and was none-the-worse for the experience.

* He was successful.

I love it when that happens, but it's pretty rare. About the only thing I can induce is insomnia.

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27^th November, 2011.
Sunday.
“Helen’s Masters.”
I’m passing through a doorway and I stop to speak to Helen L. She’s fired up, referencing her Master’s Degree. Apparently, some type of promised reimbursement for her course has not ensued. She’s telling me about it and about finding some course work that means she has finished. She's speaking to me as though I too had completed a Master’s degree. I listen indulgently, without comment.

"Wet hair"
Now there’s something to do with my being a swimmer. It’s possible I’m wet from just having swim and I’m sitting or reclining and looking at something with my image on it as people pass in and out of the room. I appear to be in a public place. In the image my hair is a certain way that I interpret as wet from having just swum (?) but it's not really wet, just long again and piled up in a lopsided bun. Somehow I’m aware that it looks the same way as I sit there and that this is a curious coincidence.

There’s some other type of information exchange – possibly involving a computer – but I can’t recall it.
Later...

“Classroom Simulation.”
I’m in class seated learning with other teachers in preparation to teach. Apparently we’re learning a Shakespeare text with which I’m unfamiliar. I’ve completed the work and feeling competent so I’m surprised when Erin takes the floor and begins to show us the answers because it seems unnecessary. I realize I’m in a dream but I’m still working on this project, so it’s likely I’m in a simulation, even though the ensuing challenges don’t seem very difficult.

I look at my hands and see I have a heading that I’ve cut out so I decide to paste in on the page where I’ve been working. When I do, I see that an identical heading is already there and even though I’ve been writing, rather than typing, the work is in print. I stick the extra heading down the side of the work. It should now be necessary to turn the book on to its side to read the heading but when I’m done it reads vertically, as though each letter has oriented itself to the page.

I pass down a corridor, accompanied by a group. There’s talk around me and someone tells me I’ll need to organise somebody to complete the artwork for our group. I tell them I’ll get Paul M, an artist friend. We went to school together and I assume he’s present.

I’m still lucid but will-inhibited. I sit at a large table to work. I’m quiet but someone across the table, a female and apparently a fellow student, says I’m talking too much. I’m unperturbed but instantly surrounded by support, in any case. Prominent is a loving female presence who embraces me from behind and makes me feel l very loved and safe. I wonder if it’s my school friend, Adriana.

I watch through a glass window to the grey ocean outside and my support team watches quietly with me. There seem to be a lot of them. I get a particular feeling then I see a car drive out into the water, pursued by a boat (water police?). I become excited on two accounts: one, because I knew the feeling would herald something eventful and, two, because of the actual event itself. Now I become more animated, expressing my knowingness that something would happen. It's only the second time I've spoken in the entire dream sequence. Then I become fearful for the person in the car who is showing no sense in his effort to escape his pursuer.

I’m trying to post these events on the forums. I either have a false memory or I did dream this next bit and only remember the part where I try to record it. I’m trying to patch in some bits of film (“Alice in Wonderland”?) to illustrate what happened in the dream - the latest one I haven't seen yet, except for a viewing extract used in an exam for our kids. For some reason I want to mention an actress, I remember a name Helen Latroc or Helen Latov or Latrev or even Levertov (like the poet) that I consider using in the thread title but I’m unsure and consider looking it up on the net. I’m thinking she played the character Carla in Cheers or she looks like her.

28^th November, 2011.
Tuesday.

“Being Odd”
I walk trough a house in morning about to wake H, my youngest son. I enter a bedroom and wake Donald M as well, who is, surprisingly, sharing a bed with H. I pass the next room and Robert B emerges. Then there is AC standing before me like a mystical prophetess with blinded eyes, warning me about a possessing entity in the vicinity.

Still in the same house, football parents emerge from bedrooms. I think Karen and Paul E are there and Vicki and her husband. They’re dressed to go to a movie and assume I’m coming but I have work to do. It makes me feel like the odd one out.

I begin to talk about the Asleigh S case, how I helped her when she was younger. Somehow it becomes a story about a troublesome spirit that I helped her banish. Again, in telling the story I feel somewhat abnormal.

30^th November, 2011.
Wednesday

Last day of November already!

“Lourdes Smoking”
I sit in a dining booth squeezed between Lourdes and someone else from work (Tienelle, I think). Lourdes does most the talking. I notice she is smoking and ask the person on my right to slide out so I can avoid the smoke but I stay at the table with them.

Note: IRL Lourdes doesn’t smoke but she has become increasingly and unreasonably angry about her life, especially her career and inability to make big money in teaching. Since I’ve been around her a lot, I’ve started to find her negativity a bit toxic and my attempts to lighten her up a bit have clearly irritated her at times.

“Puppy for Troy”
G waits at an airport for a man to disembark a plane. He holds a cute pup and when he presents it to the man, the man becomes sentimental. It appears the man is Troy.

Note: Troy’s dog, Duke, is aged. I wonder if the dream suggests Duke will die soon. We haven’t seen them for a while.

“Sarah Br” fragment
I can’t recall most of this dream but I remember being in the basement level of an apartment building and knowing Sarah Br lives at the far end of the floor.

1^st December, 2011.
Thursday
“Two Dogs”
I’m walking two dogs, a German shepherd and a Labrador along a straight footpath beside a busy four-lane highway. The shepherd is so calm and well behaved that he walks off leash. The Labrador is somebody else’s dog, a lovely, exuberant animal but behaving itself as we walk.

Outside a two-storey building I see Russell speaking to another man. For a reason I cannot recall now, I take this as my cue to turn around and walk the other way. The Labrador is possibly Russell’s dog.

“Teaching with Erin”
I’m in a large teaching space with Erin. We’re in charge of a History class (even though IRL neither of us is currently teaching History) – it’s Erin’s class, rather than mine. A chubby female student with glasses and wiry long hair, basically a young woman rather than a high school student, takes the floor to confidently recite an answer to a question Erin has apparently asked. I’m impressed by her answer and feel my own students aren’t of the same caliber. This makes me doubt my own competence as a teacher.

Now Erin is looking in the bottom shelf of a piece of furniture (that translates as a little white bedside table my sister and I had in our room growing up) and she finds two English textbooks. These should be in the bookroom and have probably been written off as lost. She comments on this with dissatisfaction.

Now I’m in another room at her request. I want to translate it as doing laundry but that’s not it at all. There doesn’t in fact seem to be a translation but I’m operating some type of machinery and the process causes warm air to go into the original large teaching space. Eventually, I think it must be too warm in there and that I can stop now.

At this point I wake briefly to throw off the blankets.

“Dancing with Brian”
Now I’m back in the teaching space. I see Brian H from my old job, someone I’ve always liked. We decide it would be fun to dance and Brian lifts me ridiculously high in the air. I consequently feel like I’m flying and looking down creates an impossible perspective.

G snores me awake.

“Micheala’s friend”
I’m in a car between Marie and Micheala . Micheala is on my right driving but she seems to be having trouble. She’s going too fast and missing road signs. When she speeds through a red light and doesn’t notice, I begin to drive from my position in the middle. I explain what she did. (I've been on this dream highway before).

Now Micheala wants to pull off the highway. We enter a small, humble house that belongs to her friend. We pass through its dimly-lit rooms to a backroom where there’s a dark haired toddler in a cot. The toddler instantly responds to Micheala, putting her arms out. I notice that, curiously, the child is wearing eyeliner that curves up at the edges.

The child’s father comes through the front door and down towards us. He has a mesomorphic build but he’s only about my height. He is clearly some kind of labourer.

As we pass into the modest living room, Micheala points out a couple of little parcels on the floor and tells me disapprovingly they contain drugs. I can read the man and know this to be so. I understand that he needs relief for his stress but doesn’t know a better way. I think Micheala plans to report him and I worry for him a bit but she tells me she won’t. We move to the front yard.

Other people begin to arrive. There is apparently a woman there who is in some way related to the man. Although I don’t recall seeing her, I know she is thin with lank, mousy hair and probably in her 40s. Among the other people are suitors for this woman. Oddly, though they are of totally different races – one Japanese and one white Australian - both are younger than her and both have large heads in proportion to their bodies. I think it curious that they arrive with relatives.

There’s an odd bit now where my sister is there with a calico bear toy. It seems to be held together very loosely at the seams and, because she’s flailing it about, I tell her she needs to be more delicate or it will disintegrate. I go in search of a needle to repair it and find one, along with some caramel. I pop the caramel in my mouth and can taste it.*

Back in the living room, the man who owns the house begins telling us how he’s seen how email works for the first time – a friend showed him. He is full of awe. That anyone today doesn’t use a computer comes as a revelation to me.

Now I’m outside again. The man continues talking and gesticulating. I see his hands and I’m fascinated. His outer fingers belong on a delicate female hand but his inner ones are excessively long and masculine. I’m trying to figure it.

Now I’m back in his bathroom, trying to spit out the caramel, which has suddenly become foul, gooey and sickly sweet in my mouth.

*This is only the second time I can recall experiencing taste in a dream.

Notes: What a strange night! This last one especially will take some figuring.

2^nd December, 2011.
Friday.

Working out the sequence of this one will be difficult, much like yesterday’s dream.

“Writing a Play and Getting stuck.”

I’m going to produce a play and film it. I have a card in my hand - an appointment, apparently, at the CEO (Catholic Education Office).

I watch a number of teens perform. They’re very talented boys and girls and supposedly about to become stars in a new show that traces its origins back to the I Love Lucy programmes. (Lucy, hey? Do you think this dream is trying to tell me something?).

Now I’m in my car and trying to get to the office. I’ve been a bit sluggish on the uptake of the idea that I need to be somewhere and do something because I can’t actually remember how all this began within the dream itself. For some reason, I’m in an open car park. At the very moment I’m about to back out of my spot, hundreds of uniformed schoolboys pass through the car park and block my movement. I watch them, walking in impressive regimented lines, four or so abreast (very unrealistic!) Since I can’t go anywhere, I begin to compose a song in the car off the top of my head.

This segues into a performance scene. I’m enjoying wearing a white dress and yellow high heels as I sing a song about a woman (my character) who has broken up with her love. The song powerfully evokes the emotion of its narrative and this is good because it’s optimistic, anticipating the real love to come. Singing it makes me feel wonderful.

Now I’m in a room with my younger sister. I feel that she too has performed recently. We’re comparing our blouses, which are slightly different shades of purple and enjoying the co-incidence of their similarity.

I seem to have made it to the CE offices but I can’t remember much what occurs at this point. I speak to a woman at the desk. Am I late?

I’m in a school canteen. I hear one of the mothers preparing the food reference the “lovely Therese C.” Therese is a woman I worked with. She could indeed be lovely but she was very easily swayed by an unpleasant peer influence and a fellow colleague, not prone to giving such labels, once aptly named her “the smiling assassin.” She’s making a sandwich. I decide to say hello and she smiles.

Now I’m driving out of the car park. I want to go left but cannot manoeuvre my vehicle to make a left turn so I drive straight into the parking station across the road. I plan to exit as soon as possible and immediately begin following the exit signs but they continually and frustrating lead me downwards to yet another level. Curiously, I’m simultaneously driving and walking now, pushing a baby in a pram (astral elemental probably). My attention is briefly drawn as I pass an image of one of my Year 8 students, a cute Philippino boy called Gustavo. He is in an optometrist’s chair and I remember that he said he works for his uncle, an optometrist (this is pure dream fabrication) and decide they must have used him in their advertising photo.

I see an exit and I rush towards it on foot. I’m almost there when a female manager pulls down a roller shutter. I ask her to let me out but she won’t, giving some forgotten excuse. I’m angry now and I shout at her as I begin to move back down the corridor pushing my pram in the direction I came.

Now I’m transported to a hotel room with G. This room is in the building and I don’t worry that I don’t know how I arrived. It seems I’ve already conveyed everything that happened to him. G has been availing himself of the amenities and I notice the waste paper basket has already been used. Feeling vengeful about my imprisonment here, I suggest we leave without paying but G tells me he checked in formally.

I’m outside now, sitting on the grass and looking up towards a stage set up for children performers. Shirley Temple sits to my right and when I notice this I say, “Show me your dimples.” She responds with a smile. Soon she is called up to the stage where she begins to perform. There’s something surreal about the performance but I cannot recall what it is now. Perhaps it does things that could only happen on film, even though it’s a live performance.

I’m in the dull greyness of brick and concrete stairwells of a school building, ascending.

Notes:
I suspect I could have extricated myself from every frustrating moment in this dream sequence if I had simply composed a new song for the show I was creating. It worked in the first car park but I didn’t have the presence of mind to keep doing it. Alternately, given the number of lucidity cues, I could have become lucid. I feel I came nearest to this at the most frustrating moment when I noticed Gustavo’s image

4^th December, 2011.
Sunday.
Fragmented recall and I don’t feel like writing today.

There’s something about Carmen’s baby, Zoe. I have to visit them in secret because someone from earlier in the dream has become a threat to the baby and Carmen takes her into hiding.

“Failure to Extend.”
I meet an old Extension English class out by a gazebo in an unfamiliar setting. They’ve come for extra classes but I’m unprepared to teach them and waste time trying to get them to sing something. I stray off somewhere and return with definite ideas about how they can fruitfully spend this time but they’re disappearing into the distance.

5^th December, 2011.
Monday.

“Running.”
I’m at university in a big lecture hall watching a presentation when I decide I don’t want to stay any longer. I’m a bit self-conscious leaving because the next speakers are African children and I don’t want anyone thinking I’m leaving because I’m not interested in what they’re saying.

I move towards the back door where a young man stands and observes me. He has the memorable quality of a guide.

I start to run across the university lawns back to my dorm (I never lived on site in my RL university experience). I love running and marvel at how totally unimpeded my body feels: no muscle fatigue of exertion of heart or lungs. I’m extremely swift too.

I reach a short mesh fence set up like a narrow maze with various gaps where you can pass. I only take a momentary wrong turn and immediately spot the exit I didn’t see before only a metre or so away. I know I could have easily jumped the fence but I’m more satisfied using it like a maze.

Back in my room, I’m still unsure of what the urgency was all about – perhaps to work on an assignment? I pick up a paper and read how to go about the wake-back-to-bed method for lucid dreaming. It’s the middle of the day but I think this would be a good idea, so I go to bed.

“Subduing the Ghost”
I’m in a different house that may in fact be an extension of the earlier dream environment. At first things are somewhat routine but there’s a moment when I’m in “my bedroom” that I observe a waste paper basket floating. The room itself is vivid and set up with a different orientation to my RL bedroom. There’s a queen-sized bed with a totally different bedspread - something light and feminine. There’s also a bar fridge in the room.

I call my sister J in to witness the floating basket. I’m pleased when it performs for her too.

Now I’m in what in some sense is my parents’ bedroom from the house where I was raised and I’m young again. There’s a programme being made and I’m being filmed for it, even though there’s no filming apparatus. I’m penciling a mask on my face, totally enjoying the creative process. I want it to be tribal but also contemporary in some way. I’m satisfied with the first lines and aiming for symmetry. I don’t want it to look like KISS but I’m aware that it could easily go that way so I keep modifying the design as I go. Soon there’s a male beside me also applying his mask. He's tall, thin with moderately long dark hair (suggested by the KISS thought probably – though he looks more Chris Angel than Gene Simmons).

A moment of interruption: I see a flash of the TV show. It shows a couple, both nurses, good-looking blondes sitting entwined on the floor. I wonder if it’s an appropriate way to show them on what I believe is a children’s programme.

The perspective returns to me seeing myself in the mirror. The lines have been filled in with colour and the mask has acquired a girlier look. The guy beside me expresses approval and I think it’s okay.

Now I’m in what feels like but doesn’t look my childhood bedroom. The ghost has returned and she’s doing various things to make herself felt. Dad, J and B are there – I guess we’re all younger. The ghost starts to produce intricate scenes on the wall made with coloured cotton that materializes out of thin air. They’re beautiful and I scruntinise them closely, trying to decipher what she’s trying to tell us. This continues for a while but then she seems to become frustrated and this makes her a bit malicious. I see a stiffening skink lizard being shoved towards my face. I’m not afraid of lizards, so this doesn’t have the desired effect. In fact, I’m fond of them and I react to her cruelty by grabbing her arm. No sooner have I done so than I’ve subdued her ghostly vehicle and straddled her. I apply mind-control, sensing her will is less than mine, and force her into materialization. She is an old woman and I want to call her Betty. I assume she is the former occupant of this house I occupy in current time.

The dream moves forward and Betty has been assimilated into the family. I notice someone, a woman, who comes and goes and I suspect Betty has done a psychic reading for her. I ask Betty if she wants us to help her set herself up as a medium but she feigns being hard or hearing. I believe she’s faking deafness, not believing her ghostly body would present physical defects. I write down what I’ve been trying to say to her but she continues her pretense of not understanding so I let it be.

“Gabriell’s U-turn.”
Cabrielle picks me up for work, unexpectedly. She's driving north down Riverside when suddenly she does a U-turn over double lines. I immediately take her wheel, not knowing what she’s doing but this causes the car to pull towards the cliff face, so I relinquish it. It appears we have a sporting event and she thought she had to drive one way and do a U-turn. If I had understood our proper destination I could have directed her.

Note: I recognise the situation on which this dream is commenting.

6^th December, 2011.
Tuesday.

“Subterranean restaurant”
I’m with Wendy and another woman and we’re in a cosy, subterranean restaurant. Wendy is asking me if I’ve heard about the yoga class that happens down here and if I’ll try it out now that I won’t be teaching my own classes. I’m saying I will probably just work on my own. Either Wendy or the other mentions another time they were here together and I’m mildly offended not to have been invited on that occasion.

Now an idea is introduced, writ large across the air as if across a computer screen. It seems to be from an older male forum member. It suggests that certain features of particular places predispose them to certain happenings. As it makes the suggestion a significant indention beside the fireplace illuminates and we instantly understand that it would easily conceal the body of a child.

One of the others suggests we look for a secreted child and I do so in the spirit of a lark. I’m surprised to find a small, familiar girl toddler bound poorly by sticky tape. As soon as we discover her, I kiss her and kiss her again, feeling tremendous affection for this dear little girl. It seems Wendy knows of her disappearance, that it has been known for several days, and she is critical in her judgement of me for not having known.

“Slowing down”
A couple more dreams of going way too fast in my car. The second one is better recalled. I’m heading south and I do eventually slow my car down but I need to keep watching that I don’t pick up speed again. IRL there are many speed cameras in that direction and in the dream I wonder if I have passed any.