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    quite the impressive pace B i'm absolutely taken by the celerity of your working (given the fact these are selectively shared experiences).

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    Quote Originally Posted by Psionkx
    quite the impressive pace B i'm absolutely taken by the celerity of your working (given the fact these are selectively shared experiences).
    Well don't be because with only a few exceptions, this has been it lately. I figure, though, that since this is my pattern and a pattern that is very much linked to lifestyle, I shouldn't worry too much when the dream recall is blah. Dreaming is just one aspect of the whole person and what happens during my days is often very instructive and never boring.

    22nd July, 2011.
    Friday

    Another morning struggling with recall because I’m sleeping so deeply at the moment. Had time for a decent length meditation (in silence) yesterday. There was much immediate hypnogogic imagery, which isn’t usual for me in meditations, but also a surprisingly easy time remaining conscious and present. Thought this augured well for the night’s dream recall but it didn’t really.

    “H is afraid”
    This is a strange dream that may have been a RTZ experience. G and I are in bed cuddling when our youngest comes into the room, having been frightened by something (he hasn’t done that for years). I feel the very real sensation of him getting in the bed. Even though he’s only 14, he’s already 6 ft and a substantial lad, so there’s a real feeling of crowding in the bed. All of this occurs in darkness.

    "T ate Octopus"
    This is just the last part of a dream that was actually quite long. I know I’ve been riding my bicycle around the second floors of a school building. I’ve been very sociable too.

    I ride along the veranda and towards a classroom. I see a boy whom I used to teach, Todd H. I really liked him at school, he was always very affable and one of those people who really achieved his potential. His peers liked him too and, IIRC, he went on to become school captain. When I see him, I get off my bike and take his two hands in mine like you might do to support a small child who’s having trouble explaining something to you. Todd explains that he had a horrible experience while eating octopus. He says that inside the octopus he ate were many baby octopi. I ask him how it tasted and he says horrible. We both have a laugh over this.

    I’m back on my bike and riding into the classroom. I’m feeling pretty subversive in a fun kind of way. Identity-wise, I’m both teacher and student. There are other students in the room and I socialise with them briefly. Then I see G at the teacher’s desk. There’s something like a wall map rolled up loosely on the desk. The backing is black and I write on it absent-mindedly. My writing is really messy and, even though the backing is black and I write in pencil, I see the writing clearly against white. What I’ve written doesn’t mean anything except I feel I’ve put my name there somehow, even though none of the lettering corresponds with my name. I regret that and cease my grafitto.

    The radio wakes us.
    "A dream is a question, not an answer."
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    Meditation: Hypnogogic: A triangular bit of plane shrapnel. Red and white with snow on it.

    23rd July, 2011-07-23
    Saturday

    Just caught the end of this one:
    “Intruder”
    I see my former neighbour, Dave, peering over the fence and I push my face aggressively towards the window or the fence (am I inside or outside the house?) in order to be rude or defiant. IRL, I wouldn’t do such a thing, Dave was a decent neighbour and we all got along well in the twelve years we lived next door. There’s something else here – Dave has left something in our letterbox, which G subsequently reports.

    Now there’s some kind of outside threat and our family is protecting something of value. It’s hidden away in the house. There’s something with the dog, perhaps we’ve walked her and left the house locked up or we’ve locked her in a room for the time being.

    Now I walk through the house into “our bedroom,” which appears to be a variation on my parents’ room from the house where I was raised. The windows are open (there was only one in my parents’ room) and the substantial wind billows through the lace curtains. On a hunch, I begin to search the wardrobes for a hidden person. H and G enter the room and H begins to help. In front of the wardrobe, on the floor, is a totally unrecognisable object about 30cm tall, white and sitting on a circular base like a bottle, but I don’t look at it well enough to really be able to describe it beyond that. Logic tells me that a person couldn’t be inside the robe and this object in front of the door but I go ahead and open the door anyway. Inside there’s a young Spanish man whom I pull out quite roughly by the arm. G and H and I interrogate him but I’m the only one who treats him with contempt. We demand his name and he tells us it’s Riccardo.

    Ho Hum.
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    24th July, 2011
    Sunday
    “Harry Potter”
    Went and saw “The Deathy Hallows Pt2” with the family last night so virtually my entire dream recall was of a battle against evil with the good folk of Hogwarts. There wasn’t a great deal of plot. It was pretty much like the movie and we were winning. Pity I’m finding conscious dreaming so elusive, interacting lucidly with the character would have been cool.

    On a related note, Amy Brucker offers an interesting perspective on dream battles that states fighting invaders in dreams may be an indication of the physical body fighting illness or even eliminating cancer cells. I don’t think that’s the case in this instance but I do think it’s worth remembering.

    Here is the other dream I recall. Again, it seemed to happen simultaneously with the Harry P dream. In fact, it’s becoming difficult to know how to label my dreams since when I recall them they often feel interspersed and sometimes simultaneous.

    "Best and Less"
    I’m driving and there’s a male American passenger in the car. I drive the car up an impossibly steep and excessively green embankment. When I reach its peak, I realise this isn’t the direction I wish to go. I hear my family say as much from the back seat. I change direction, enjoying some exhilaration with the acceleration – I really do like motion in dreams. We pass through a very narrow alley and end up looking inside a department store from within our car. I explain to the passenger that this is a store called “Best and Less.”

    Notes: Upon reflection, this dream actually references a choice I made a long time ago.
    "A dream is a question, not an answer."
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    I haven't bothered recording over the last two days because life has been unreasonably busy but I'll quickly type something here and some of it may be triggered.

    I just read a post by Eris, which is what triggered a memory from last night. While I've seen the name Eris before, I was unfamiliar with the mythology (consciously at least). The Eris in my dream was a woman who asked me if she could draw some of my power. I told her she could not and then, before I could prevent her, she said she would deposit something instead. I perceived it as a large white tear-shaped drop left inside my torso. I have only just looked up the meaning of Eris and I see that she is a goddess of strife. Hmmm. I also see she's associated with Greek myths that I have actually read, so I suspect she's tucked away somewhere inside my subconscious. I won't say more on this topic but I suspect this might be about my fleeting thoughts about some unwanted attention in the workplace.

    I also dreamt about one of my students. This type of dream is always a bit easier in that I look for the qualities I identify with that person and find them within myself. I also consider the setting in order to comprehend the message.

    I also had a false awakening that was somewhat chaotic and that's all I recall of that. (I feel like I should be saying that like Forrest Gump).

    There was other stuff I remembered this morning but it's gone now. Tomorrow will be better (if I get to bed early )
    "A dream is a question, not an answer."
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    27th July, 201.
    Wednesday
    “Handbrake won’t hold”
    I’m driving around in a multi-storey car park. When I decide to park my car but the handbrake won’t hold. I keep looking for a spot without an incline but it’s difficult. I think I’ve found a spot where my car will remain stationary (and it’s on an incline) but it unfolds that it’s an access ramp and I have to move my vehicle to allow others to move.

    I’ve succeeded in parking and I’ve entered the shopping complex at the basement level. A friend accompanies me now. There is a children’s performance on down here but I’m not interested in that. This is supposedly unfamiliar territory and I want to see what is on the next level. I spot some stairs and head towards them.

    “Lesson about Portal”
    The other day during meditation I was immediately presented with the hypnogogics of a tube that I perceived as organic and very like the inside of a throat might appear during exploratory surgery. It even had an inner lining membrane that moved. During this dream I was watching a documentary video explaining that the tube was a portal. I remember thinking that the tube shown in the video wasn’t identical to the one I’d seen and far less organic.

    “The Body’s Endurance”
    Something I vaguely recall about tests on the body’s endurance. I’m exposed to heat and cold and wet but I’m unperturbed.

    “H and the Hospital Kids”
    H is outside a hospital, speaking to an authority figure. I accompany him. The man explains that H may play football with the hospital kids as some kind of reward or privilege. H is eager to start and wants details but the man is encouraging patience as there are no children yet.

    Note: H is off to a skills camp with school for the rest of the week.

    “Hotelier and the Astral Projection Magazine”
    I’m a man but not disturbed by it as I usually am when I discover this in dreams. Essentially, I feel I’m the same person. I’m operating a hotel and I’ve just finished cleaning out in the foyer. I ask a female assistant to find me three motherly women to complete a job for me. They arrive and I instruct them that it’s their task to greet the visitors warmly. They are happy to do it and set off determinedly. I’m pleased with their response.

    I pick up a thick, glossy magazine. I have no trouble at all reading it and the writing is normal and stable. There are only two articles promoted on the front cover and I think it would be odd if such a thick magazine only had two articles. The first is about the “Bishop of ----” and the second is to do with astral projection. I know the bishop article is also about projection. I become interested and start flicking through. I’m a little puzzled by photos of the bishop that seem to show him dead or departed when he seems to have existed before the advent of the camera but I let that pass. I continue flicking through, seeing the range of articles before committing to reading one.

    “One night Stand”
    G gets out of bed but I’m too exhausted still so I stay a bit longer and fall right back to dreaming. I’m in a cabin at some kind of resort. I’m young and I’ve split up with my boyfriend. Initially I’m very pleased to be free but I’ve become fearful that I’ll be alone for the rest of my life so I’ve engaged in a one night stand with a boy that now lies in my bed. I want him to go away because I think it was meaningless but he doesn’t feel the same. He wants to begin a relationship.

    The rest of this dream is a bit vague. I think I wander outside the cabin and seek the wisdom of an elderly bearded man.

    “Writing on Arms” (Lucid)
    I’m in the kitchen at Seven Hills (where I was raised). I’m at the old stove, heating up left over pie and making scrambled eggs. This disturbs me because it’s too much food and I feel I should finish the leftovers and shouldn’t have made the eggs. I know I’ve been dreaming a lot and I’m anxious to remember them all, so I’m mentally reviewing them. While I cook, I notice my arms are covered in writing in black ink. This disturbs me because I cannot remember having done it myself and I wonder who could have done this to me. I think such things happen in dreams and that I’m probably dreaming right now but I’m happy to go along with the dream because I feel too tired to do anything else. Something causes the door into the laundry to open and I walk out there to see the back door nudged open by Bella. I welcome her and realise that this dream is very similar to the one I read in Newfreedom’s journal.

    I walk into the living room. My laptop is sitting open on the lounge. Something odd glitches across it and fascinates me momentarily. Something else plays briefly, some kind of cartoon with a singing superhero in blue. I know it’s time to get up and record my dreams.
    "A dream is a question, not an answer."
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    I got exhausted just reading this. Your mind is very busy!
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    I was thinking that too as I typed it.
    "A dream is a question, not an answer."
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    Re: Beekeeper's Adventures in Consciousness

    Hello, Beek.

    Quote Originally Posted by Beekeeper View Post
    ďHandbrake wonít holdĒ
    Iím driving around in a multi-storey car park. When I decide to park my car but the handbrake wonít hold. I keep looking for a spot without an incline but itís difficult. I think Iíve found a spot where my car will remain stationary (and itís on an incline) but it unfolds that itís an access ramp and I have to move my vehicle to allow others to move.
    This seems like you're trying to access a subplane but can't stabilise your consciousness there. The keywords are "multi-storey" (subplane levels), "incline" (raising and lowering vibration), "access ramp" (gaining access to) and "vehicle" (of consciousness).

    Iíve succeeded in parking and Iíve entered the shopping complex at the basement level. A friend accompanies me now. There is a childrenís performance on down here but Iím not interested in that. This is supposedly unfamiliar territory and I want to see what is on the next level. I spot some stairs and head towards them.
    There's a possibility to enter the astral plane (shopping complex = plane of desire), but you're not interested in that sufficiently enough (it's child play). You might be more interested in getting to the mental plane (next level) instead. There's the possibility that you had some remaining astral experience to finish up but weren't in the mood for it.

    ďLesson about PortalĒ
    The other day during meditation I was immediately presented with the hypnogogics of a tube that I perceived as organic and very like the inside of a throat might appear during exploratory surgery. It even had an inner lining membrane that moved. During this dream I was watching a documentary video explaining that the tube was a portal. I remember thinking that the tube shown in the video wasnít identical to the one Iíd seen and far less organic.
    Maybe an insight in that anything in nonphysical reality is consciousness, and hence "alive." (Flesh is a bit of a over-the-top symbol for "alive"). The video shows more the conventional viewpoint when we ignore the consciousness aspect of that reality and see it more utilitarian in terms of its function. It's like a comparison between what reality looks like if the consciousness sense is on and off, maybe, for contrast.

    ďWriting on ArmsĒ (Lucid)
    Iím in the kitchen at Seven Hills (where I was raised). Iím at the old stove, heating up left over pie and making scrambled eggs. This disturbs me because itís too much food and I feel I should finish the leftovers and shouldnít have made the eggs. I know Iíve been dreaming a lot and Iím anxious to remember them all, so Iím mentally reviewing them. While I cook, I notice my arms are covered in writing in black ink. This disturbs me because I cannot remember having done it myself and I wonder who could have done this to me. I think such things happen in dreams and that Iím probably dreaming right now but Iím happy to go along with the dream because I feel too tired to do anything else. Something causes the door into the laundry to open and I walk out there to see the back door nudged open by Bella. I welcome her and realise that this dream is very similar to the one I read in Newfreedomís journal.

    I walk into the living room. My laptop is sitting open on the lounge. Something odd glitches across it and fascinates me momentarily. Something else plays briefly, some kind of cartoon with a singing superhero in blue. I know itís time to get up and record my dreams.
    It seems like you feel that you have too much dream material to record. Though you find it nourishing in general (the food analogy), you think there's too much of it as you haven't processed the old stuff (the leftovers) fully and still new stuff is coming in. You feel like you have an "armful" of writing up to do. The door to the laundry room might act as a reminder that this could be an opportunity (door) to cleanse (laundry, connotation of seeing it as a chore) your astral elemental (loyal, friendly dog primarily driven by sensation and instinct).

    Cheers,
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    Quote Originally Posted by Korpo
    Maybe an insight in that anything in nonphysical reality is consciousness, and hence "alive." (Flesh is a bit of a over-the-top symbol for "alive"). The video shows more the conventional viewpoint when we ignore the consciousness aspect of that reality and see it more utilitarian in terms of its function. It's like a comparison between what reality looks like if the consciousness sense is on and off, maybe, for contrast.
    Quote Originally Posted by Korpo
    It seems like you feel that you have too much dream material to record. Though you find it nourishing in general (the food analogy), you think there's too much of it as you haven't processed the old stuff (the leftovers) fully and still new stuff is coming in. You feel like you have an "armful" of writing up to do.
    I hadn't considered these, Oliver. Yeah, I like that!
    "A dream is a question, not an answer."
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