Public Dream Logs..

[King Bastard]

Not sure if it will fly so well, but here goes. Let this be the palce where you share your trips as a Hypernaut with all of us. I hope to have something to add come the morn.

And please, only share with us at your comfort. This is by no means a mandate of [i]any[/] kind.

To those who choose not to post your experiences, please be kind if any replies are offered.

Again, not telling anyone how to be. Just hoping that we can be civil as we learn more about ourselves and each other. Thank you.

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[Koliedrus]

Whew! I'll pick an early one.

Ah! I don't even need notes for this one.

My dream started out to be chaotic. Images and landscapes shifted as quickly as my brain could function.

The chaos became stable when I recognized the bright pinpoints of light on a black canvas.

Directly in front of me was a range of mountains blocking the stars. To my left and right were brick walls.

As near as I could tell, I was standing in an alley on a clear night somewhere near the Rockies.

At first I couldn't remember what I was doing in Colorado. Then I started worrying about how the hell I was gonna get home!

I started looking around with my hands on my head. I was in a panic! For the life of me, I couldn't figure out how I could have ended up in Colorado.

Then it hit me.

"I can't be here! I must be dreaming!"

That was it for me http://www.thehypertribe.net/ubb/biggrin.gif I walked up to the wall on my left and knocked on it to test it's integrity. It hurt and I bled.

I looked closer at the bricks an noticed that the texture seemed to shift. I picked up a shard of glass from the street and scratched a line on the wall.

It went away.

I knew I was asleep.

I looked back to the stars over the mountains and...

I flew...

Mountains to my right, stars above me, and city lights disrupted by clouds as they passed below!

At some point I did a Gilligan;

Skipper: You can't fly! That's impossible!

Gilligan: I can't?

Skipper: NO!

So I fell.

I woke up an realized what I had actually done.

Now I'm here teaching you how to get to where I've been.

God, what a journey!


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[Horgasm]

First of all, good thread K_B.


Ok, I've been having reoccuring dreams for the last year or so. About one out of every 3 dreams I remember are
about tornadoes? It may sound crazy but it’s true. Most of them I find myself places that I have been before and a
tornado appears out of nowhere. Some of the dreams I find myself in or around a building that i’ve never seen. I
never get injured in the tornado and no one I see gets hurt.
I usually find myself awestruck. i do not run but stay put or even approach the twister. Many times there are multiple
tornadoes. Sometimes just funnel clouds.
I usually wake up confused wondering what happened until I realize it was a dream. Sometimes I awaken somewhat
scared.

I don’t find these dreams disturbing but very interesting. Why would I dream about tornados. More importantly why
would I dream about them over and over?? ? It really confused me for awhile. Now I just kind of accept it?

That is my dream story.

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BURKINA FASO.. .

[Koliedrus]

Yum! Tornadoes!

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[King Bastard]

In no way was I in control of this one.. but here goes...

Back in 4th grade, I was VERY much the hated child by my peers. I guess that's what brought this on...

I'm sitting at my desk, teacher rambling on about some boring drivel. For some unknown reason, the building starts rocking back and forth like mad. All us kiddies panic, and run for the hall.

Out in the hall, hte ceiling looks like its going to give way, the walls are all fucked up, and there is smoke and dust everywhere. It dawns on me that we might be under some kind of attack. I look out the window of a nearby door, and see black clad figures moving in SWAT-like manuveurs outside. Where my rifle came form, I dont know, but I suddenly had one.

Running down the hall, I see these guys start to pop into the building, and waste kids left and right. The kids that they ewre killing were faceless. But I see this and get the feeling that I'm a part of their team. All the kids that picked on me were now fair game. As these kids I didnt like came running around corners, out of classrooms, what have you, I would just pick them off.

Now here come my 2 friends I had back then, clothed like these SWAT guys, and bearing rifles like my own. WE start to run down another hall, and a stairway near us collapses. There are maybe 13 kids above us who are now trapped. I drop my gun, and offer to catch these kids as they jump down. As they fall towards me, I take a step back and let them splat. The only ones I acyually saved were the girls.

WE all go running from the building, and it just comes down upon itself.

I wake up, get some breakfast, head off for school, and smile at those kids whom I saw meet their doom in my slumber....




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[Mudflap]

<FONT COLOR="Orange">Does this dream have any special meaning?

I'll give you some background info, then the dream. Sincere, INTELLIGENT responses would be very much appreciated.

Back on 1/11 I flew out to Colorado and interviewed for a job. I was impressed with the operation and they made me an offer. $6K better than what I make now, plus the experience would be a good career boost and set me up for better future opportunities. I negotiated 2 weeks to make my decision. At first I thought I had pretty much decided to go for it. Here lately I'm not so excited about the prospect. Selling my house (which I love), leaving my family behind, leaving my g/f behind....etc. I don't know whether I should stay or go now. I'm on the fence and I'm stressing hard.

The dream: I was at the corporate office of my current employer in a room with 3 co-workers. I'm not close to any of these co-workers and their opinions don't mean squat to me, but it would not be unusual to be in a room with them discussing work related matters. One of them asks if I have decided to take the job in Colorado. I reply "Probably not." and my co-workers actually applaud at this! They seemed genuinely pleased that I would not be leaving. This behavior is suspect because I'm no more important in their eyes as they are to me.

So, what is my sub-concious trying to tell me about this life-altering decision I must make by the end of this week?</FONT c>

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[King Bastard]

Just an observation, even if ti's wrong. but are P_H's jumps in locale/trains of dream just seperate dreams?

I've heard that we have something like 6 to 7 different dreams a nite. May jave been said at the get-go of all this, I forget.

I'm about to go and do some voluntary homework for this class, so please forgive me if I sound like an ass. (almost a rhyme)

Interesting dreams to you all.

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[Princess_Heather]

<BLOCKQUOTE><HR>Originally posted by King Bastard:
Just an observation, even if ti's wrong. but are P_H's jumps in locale/trains of dream just seperate dreams?

I've heard that we have something like 6 to 7 different dreams a nite. May jave been said at the get-go of all this, I forget.

I'm about to go and do some voluntary homework for this class, so please forgive me if I sound like an ass. (almost a rhyme)

Interesting dreams to you all.

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They could be - but I swear they're all the same dream. My usual jumps are things like I'll be talking to one person and all of a suden they are another person. They are so fluid and natural in my dreams that I don't even notice them until I wake up and remember what was happening. In the dream I will know that one person just changed into another person, but I won't think anything strange of it, I just keep on dreaming like it is supposed to happen that way. All sorts of things change like that in my dreams, colors, sounds, lights, animals, people, subjects, locations, smells, activities, etc.

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[Koliedrus]

Please continue!

Before you do, I want you to know my stance on dream interpretation:

In my opinion, the images you encounter during an uncontrolled dream are a mixture of several psychological states. Each dream is specifically contrived by the circumstances surrounding your waking life as well as the prospects, goals, desires and phantasies that make up your experience. No one (outside of yourself) is qualified to assign meaning to the events you encounter during sleep unless they are familiar with all of the details of your life.

If you have a twin, you may have some success in gaining a valid interpretation. Otherwise, expect generalizations from people with somewhat similar experiences.

'nuff said?

Let's hear some more!!!!

Keep it up, Hypernauts! I'm proud of you!

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[King Bastard]

OK, more recent, and more fractured, dreams from lil loe me...


2 nights ago I had very fragmented dreams, mostly about being in NYC, just running about doing fun stuff. I do wish I had better luck with the lucidity deal, since I miss the hell out of my old stomping grounds.

Well, that's it for now, just trying to share a bit more. Lets see some more from the rest of the Hypernauts.....

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[Lightbulb]

A few things grouped into this one post because I'm far too lazy to put them where they should be.

Dreamsigns, day to day checking:

This reminds me for some reason of one of Gurdjieff's self awareness exercises which involved a bell ringing up to five times a day at random intervals which stimulated his students, when they heard it, to 'freeze', stop everything they were doing and examine their environment afresh; their posture, the thoughts (or lack thereof) running through their heads, personal intent etc.

Points of concentration around body.

In Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche's 'Tibetan Yogas Of Dream And Sleep', and in much of Castaneda's apocryphal reportage of Don Juan's teachings, some of the preliminary exercises for lucid dreaming are the re-examination of the structure of the body in the mind. Don Juan's advice was to concentrate upon visualising the hands, whereas the Tibetan approach is to construct a familiar (at least to the Tibetans) series of Tiglés - points of concentration linked to key areas of the body. However, after one has constructed a viable simulacra for dreaming with, a subsequent step is to venture into what translates from Tibetan as 'flexibility' and what Don Juan calls 'losing the human form', permitting one to engage in acts during lucid dreaming which defy normal, physical waking experience; shapeshifting, morphing of the dreaming body, splitting of awareness into multiple objects/viewpoints etc.

24 hour clock.

I recall reading on a treatment of the pineal gland that it is timed to a 25.9 hour day. Thoughts?


I have always considered dreams to jut into consciousness like multi-dimensional icebergs - that being, one artifact from the Id pokes through into the interpretive personal conscious as many seemingly unrelated forms before I begin to notice that those forms are manifestations of a larger meta-form which I am dualistically categorising as individual things. A bit like the sphere from Abbot's Flatland appearing to defy all conventions of the squares two dimensional world. One projects into an unclassifiable projection visual memories in order to make that unimaginable form perceivable to the daily mind. This goes for words too. I doubt strongly that any words which anything speaks to me when I'm dreaming should be taken for what they are.

Here are a few archetypes and their alternative forms which I encounter while dreaming.

Tornado Archetypes

For me these manifest once or twice a year, and tend to prefigure some remarkable dream activity or upsurge of information from the unconscious. Sometimes a massive restructuring of my perceptual web, leading to new insights about my world or a sensation of novelty - 'everything is the same but completely different'. I like them. They are usually anthropomorphically sentient and remind me in character of what Terrence McKenna calls 'self-transforming machine elves'; extremely mischievous, playful, ever in motion and scale independent or scale deceptive, which is to say that they might seem to be three inches high and suddenly I 'realise' they are fifty feet tall.
These things manifest as amorphous tornado entities, cats or kittens in the shape of toroidal shapes or moebius strips, various unreal animals, flying clockwork devices, helicopters etc.

Incidentally, from conversations with people, these things seem quite common. Prevelance of spiral forms in nature, golden mean / golden ratio / DNA helix etc manifesting in consciousness?

Female/Goddess/Succubus/Anima Archetypes

Fairly obvious, these, although sometimes manifesting in obscure or riddlesome ways. I find it interesting that, despite the presence of an anima archetype, often presented in multiple forms but if this is the case always conforming to the Twins archetype, having almost always a sexual undertone, if one resists or otherwise diverts ones actions away from the obvious, one's dream takes a sudden and quantum shift into more complex or novel subject matter. (Examine the Twins dream below.)

Oceanic Points Of Conjunction

Surflines, beaches, beachfronts etc. They will range from heavily populated tourist beset areas to lonely deserted beaches. Seems to indicate, for me, the edge of the unconscious, between Beta (waking) consciousness and Delta (deep, 7.5 cycle) unconsciousness. I will tend to meet land inhabiting entities, usually in human form but not always which seem to be projections of waking experiences that day or week, and sea inhabiting entities nearly always in the form of cetacean creatures, mostly dolphins. These seem to work as emissaries from the unconscious. A lot of the time I will find myself rolling in the waves at the surfline, which seems to be a process of neural-remapping since after these experiences I will often wake with more insight into a problem. Sometimes I will venture deeper into the ocean - much of the time this activity is accompanied by a exploratory sensation, poking around in holes, scuba diving in wrecks. (Bah! Ever since I learned to scuba dive, I find myself wearing a tank in my dreams. I was a skin diver before.)

Mountainous Points Of Conjunction

Much rarer - journeys to high places, up winding roads, often accompanied by flying/gliding down again. On the few occasions I have made it to the top, things become remarkably hazy and I am left with faint traces of galactic images, spiraform galaxies, star systems, data projected onto 'the screen of my mind' in languages or symbolic forms that I can't understand, diagrams of processes that make little sense.

A Dream And A Weird Experience

Anima/Twins Archetype (Twice!)

This one begins with a 'me' watching a documentary about myself. (Self-absorbtion or what?) These dreams often precede oneiric events which will be novel, inexplicable and require me to have my wits about me. Fugue dissolve onto a beach (my conscious/unconscious boundary area) where 'I' and a strangely hermaphrodidic friend (harmonic me) are waiting. In my hand, and in his, is a packet of cigarettes which I seem to be having trouble lighting - the reason, I come to perceive is the insistent lap of the surfline, which is wetting the packet. Just then two absolutely delightful ladies appear, and distract me from my troubles with the cigarettes. These two are swathed in an almost palpable pungence of sexual availability. They offer me a light for my own packet, drugs and various other intoxicating delicacies all of which tempt me. From somewhere else, another two ladies appear. These two are not as alluring - they are 'interesting'. They are dressed in intricate, almost carnival, costumes. Looking me in the eye at all times, and with an air that they have incredibly ulterior motives, they begin to conduct a stilted, almost ritual conversation, which bears little relation to what is occurring physically.
'I should step out of my Yashmak,' says one oosing sexuality, but catching my eye with such furious sub-purpose that my desire is tempered. As this decision to restrain myself is made, the other remarks:
'Ah, and you seem to remember the correct words.'
Here there is a pronounced state/situation change which I never can catch up with, although I recognise them when they occur. I find myself:
Undertaking a test: (Here I'll quote directly from my dream diary which is part recall, part automatic writing.)
... and it is suddenly that I find myself within the realms of a test administered, for some peculiar reason, within a men's toilet. It is a perceptual tend which seems to involve an optical illusion we have been familiar with for so long that we have come to accept as reality, and one which is easy to master, once one has the trick of it, yet one which is so barely removed from the way of thinking to which we are all accustomed that it is almost bafflingly confusing to attempt.
The illusion involves the splitting of vision of the left and right sides of the brain which, by way of metaphor in the dream, were related to the idea that one's 'real' left side and one's 'real' right side are in fact dimensionally removed from one another by a huge distance which leads one back to exactly where one is in the first place. The conceptual juggling act in the dream is one which is akin to turning one inside out, only to snap right back into shape in utterly the same position and yet an entirely different one.
On that side of the equation, hyperobjects. I mean things like four-dimesional cats which roll as they walk (one revelation being that all the various cats from the poem about them were, in fact, classifications of cat which were required not to separate the buggers by colour but by topological construction)
Further, words, such as these twisty shapes here, were infantile playthings which someone resembling Miguel, who dwelt in exactly the same physical space as did we, but watching through his usual, co-joined self, would interpret in such a way that, for example, by arranging bits of fish into the shape of a fish with roughly letter like characteristics, he would squint at the thing before deciding it meant 'fish'. This was the comparative level of examination of the universe.

(Miguel is a friend of mine who, unfortunately, sometimes finds himself cast in the role of ignorant or unaware everyman in my dreams. Sorry Mig.)

Concentrated Consciousness

A most disturbing event occurred a while ago, which I have succeeded in replicating once or twice and continue to investigate. I was settling in for some 'witness position' work on my conscious mind as it dozed off when I became very suddenly aware that there was someone or something directly to my right - a very familiar someone or something. I had a faint urge to leap from the bed and switch on the light, but I allowed that to reverberate through me and to dissipate. After a short time I returned to a calm, observant state and, very gently, 'prodded' this 'lump' of awareness with 'my own' awareness. 'It' prodded 'me' back. Shortly afterwards it ebbed away. Language, of course, fails here but what I realise is that that lump of consciousness was me, or extra capacity for consciousness of which 'my' biological structure is capable coming online or waking up. I have experienced bursts of enhanced personal awareness at an earlier point in my life when I was indulging in various hatha and raja yoga practices, so I am reasonably conversant with the sudden flowerings of awareness as they occur. Interestingly, I was lucky enough, if that's the word, to be involved in a fairly serious car crash a few years ago, which provided me with some unexpected neurological damage. Thus this awareness of 'other' bits of me 'waking up' beside me provides me with insight, at least as I interpret it, into areas of my neurological whole which have fractured or suffered connectivity errors as a result of the crash. Exploration and repair continues.

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[Koliedrus]

In order for me to comprehend the content of your post so that I may form an opinion, I'll print it and read it at my leisure.

Thanks for the contribution!

"Lazy"?

I think not. Your post took effort. The trouble is that it's difficult to "get into" so it may not get much attention. Perhaps you just think too fast. Even if it's a copy/paste, it's a valuable insight not only to the contents of the post but to your ability to concentrate on the subject.

Kudos!

I had my first "Hypertribe" dream a few hours ago. I'll do my best to transcribe the experience soon.

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[Escape Artist]

It's not lucid, but it'd make one helluva movie...I'll try and transcribe it before it slips away.

Cut to a high school. School administration's after me, so I run. I go through the gym..
(Hey man! He's fucking up the game!! It's cool, he's bookin, chill)

I end up in a warehouse kinda room. Class is walking single file around the other side of the room, trying to catch me. There's a pallet in the middle of the room, and a forklift, but otherwise the room is reasonably bare except for some green wire shelving. I run over to the pallet and duck down, except they see me...so I rip a piece of wood off the pallet and throw it, knocking a kid out of commission. The teacher screams at me..
(What the fuck is wrong with you?! You almost killed him!)
I reply with:
"Fuck you! If y'all hadn't been coming after me it wouldn't have happened...in any case you know what? Y'all can take your Lexus driving, snobbish asses and go fuck yourselves, cause in 15 years I'll be driving one too. Get the fuck out of my face, you stupid bitch!"

I walk out of the loading dock room and end up in the parking lot with some burnouts, where I find that my normally humble, quiet teacher is tearassing around in another teacher's car.
"What the hell's going on?"
(He's fucking up the dude's car, they all do it to each other)
We watch him finally park it, right on a ledge above a ramp leading into the school, so if the teacher that owns it backs the car up they'll have to lift it out with a crane.
"Ain't this shit expensive?"
(Naw, they're all insured by Chia Car, covers all that crazy shit.)
We jump in it and the burnout driving backs it out to the street. We get out and walk around to the back to discuss this.
(They might have it insured, but they..)
"Can't insure it if they can't find it..Let's go, man!"
(So if we call him later like..."Dude, I need $50 bucks for gas"..)
"Then there's nothing he can do but give it to us."
We all grin evilly and try to figure out how to fit a bike in the trunk with a tire.

Then I wake up. What a trip. http://www.thehypertribe.net/ubb/smile.gif And what the FUCK is Chia Car?!?!

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[Koliedrus]

I had one yesteday that still bothers me.

In the dream, I was accosted by two men who had several body piercings. I did a quick test and realized I was dreaming.

BIP... BIP...

They were both down and out. The lip piercing's connected to the

Tongue piercing...

(SING IT!)

The tongue piercing's connected to the...


Other guy's penis piercing...

Taped their hands and left them to deal with it. I woke up laughing.


Ok. I'm twisted.

[Koliedrus]

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Gotta put this one down. Short, sweet... Just had it.

River, lights, dancing, heat, jungle, elaborate dress, boat...

"You may not blow up but you're still a doll to me."

EOD

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[SexKitten]

i think one of the weirdest dreams ive ever had was when i was really little. I was dreaming that i was stuck inside my closet and that frogs were biting my toes and attacking me. I have a severe phobia of frogs now....

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[SexKitten]

My dream last night was especially strange. I was a queen but I couldnt talk and i had no arms. I had no way to guide my country(land, state???) But somehow everyone did what i wanted them to. There was no disorder or chaos. then next thing i knew, i was in my house trying to wake up my best friend telling her that if she didnt wake up she would be killed.

Then i woke up...any thoughts?

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[Deadpool]

It means we should go on a date, immediately!

[SexKitten]

<BLOCKQUOTE><HR>Originally posted by Deadpool:
It means we should go on a date, immediately![/quote]

Is that what it means?

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[SexKitten]

Wow...really strange dreams last night. One of them I was sleeping in my bed and a noise woke me up, so i went out into my hallways and i heard someone trying to kill my parents. Then i started screaming and my parents came outo f the room and told me that everything was ok and that i was going crazy...Then i started watching this horror movie and it was a terrifying movie, then all of a sudden i was in the movie and i thought i was going to die.

Then another part of the dream i was swimming with my boyfriend but he was naked http://www.thehypertribe.net/ubb/smile.gif

ugh, i dunno, dreams confuse me



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[Faceplant]

i had a dream my message machine went on the fritz. it was all weird, and talking to me. i had 6 messages.

[Koliedrus]

Sorry, this is the best I can do on short notice. The fever hasn't completely left me.

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For anyone familiar with their own dreams, seeing while awake is much
different from "seeing" whilst dreams engulf every portion of your
being. Clarity is variable not because of the corrective lenses many
of us use to bring the physical world into sharp focus; mental
concentration either makes us blind to the world in which we dream or
allows us to see with physically impossible clarity.

During the first part of my fever, I was reluctant to close my eyes.
As a child, the images cast upon the movie-screen of my mind while my
body fought infection were far too disjointed to describe. Crawling
things penetrated inexplicably penetrated solid walls and moved
sluggishly across the ceiling.

I've met those crawling things, face on. Their defeat can only be
documented with meaning in my own journals.

Sunday morning, my family was safe and sound in my home as they are
now. My wife encouraged me to bundle up and let the fever run its
course. A wise woman is she.

I fell.

As I held the blankets close to my shivering body, darkness began to
surround me regardless of the daylight peeking into the room. I began
my journey in the borderlands between the sleeping and the awake.

Darkness surrounded me but some undisclosed light-source allowed me
to see my hands as I moved them before my face. After confirming that
those were indeed my hands I was seeing, I moved them aside so that I
could survey my dreamscape.

Blackness. Sheer and utter blackness welcomed my attempt. I began to
think that waking up and participating in the physical world was a
better idea, no matter my affliction.

With that thought, I heard a sound that I can only describe as
singing. A chorus of voices touched my ears and held me in intense
anticipation.

Ever so dimly, a point of light moved toward me from the horizon of
my vision. The chorus of voices grew relative to the proximity of
thing that was now an oblong shape. It grew into an eliptical mass
not much larger that myself. When it stopped before me, I could see
its structure clearly, as if I had put on sunglasses to filter out
the light.

Its verticle axis was double it's horizontal. Its "song" changed with
its shape. It's shape (I began to notice) changed because it was made
up of luminescent appendages that could extend or retract at will.

Imagine a luminescent cactus with the ability to retract or extend
its thorns, but with rounded, fingerlike thorns.

All but two of those appendages retreated into the "body" of the
entity. Those two (extending from its midsection) came together and
began to vibrate. I began to hear the semblance of a human voice as
if spoken from the throat of a giant.

"Look away from me and see more."

I looked around myself and realized that five more entities of the
same configuration had appeared. Up, Down, Left, Right, Foreward and
Back.

They surrounded me, undulated in individual patterns and I was
assured of my safety by their presence.

They stretched out appendages toward me that vibrated and gave off
etherial light. The "song" I heard was,

"Welcome, Embassador."

I looked beyond my Six and noticed that the "sky" all around me was
beginning to glow with the same grey-green light they were producing.
The "song" grew in volume. I began to notice that all of my senses
were being utilized. I could feel the vibration of uncounted entities
like the Six. The sound reminded me of a hurricane howling through a
forest of leafless oaks.

"Yes!", I felt. "Stand on either side of the tree."

"Deja Vu?"

"In part. Your message is forthcoming. Guard it well. Share us."

- From deep within the maelstom of sound, sight and indescribable
sensations, a larger version of the Six began to light itself from
within.

It's dimensions were unfathomable. Forward moved toward it to allow
me some perspective but was lost as a dot before reaching the immense
creature.

The Large One began to extend and retract its vibrating fingerlike
appendages in the same way that the Six had spoken to me. All around,
at the limits of my vision, the sky was alight with smaller version
of the Large One, singing along with its song; my message.

A pattern began to arise in the overwhelming sensation focused on me.
A pulsing pattern that stood out from everything else I was
experiencing. A simple translation? I was overjoyed!

Over and over it repeated itself until I began to realize that it was
part of the waking world. I drew myself upward through the realms of
sleep and...

I really should shut the phone off next time I get a fever. Damned
telemarketers.



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Oyster-brain in a cookie jar.

[Lady Sianna]

<FONT COLOR="purple">this isn't recent, but its my favourite dream thus far (and inspired my latest tattoo - which is still being designed)...


i'm on the fronch porch of the first house i lived in after moving to austin. there are people inside - a gathering of sorts going on. (most of them i recognize as friends)

suddenly i am extremely aware of the presence of the moon. i walk down the sidewalk, into the street & turn to look towards the end of it...i gasp in awe. there sits lady Luna in brilliant fullness!

i run inside to get Glen, because this must be shared with him. he follows me out to the street & we stand there staring, mouths agape. She starts to turn fiery colours. We are amazed. then she begins to roll down the street towards us...its a beautiful sight! as soon as she reaches us, the dream changes slightly...

i am now sitting in a chair (still in the street) and Glen is standing behind me. there is a magnificent, lovely, enormous, bright red butterfly hovering just above us. i smile knowingly. she flutters in circles lower & lower until she is curled up in my lap. i begin to stroke her...

and then wake up.

it was a very powerful, meaningful dream for me. just thought i'd share. http://www.thehypertribe.net/ubb/smile.gif</FONT c>

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<FONT COLOR="purple">there is a desert i long to be walking, a wide emptiness, peace beyond any understanding of it...Rumi </FONT c>
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[mute]

well here's one (i haven't been following the hypernaut sessions ever)

but this ones strange... because i know what it means...
to begin
i'm in my house, parents gone away... i have friends over and these 2 guys show up... one i can't remember what he looked like, but one was from this movie i saw on The Movie Network...
some british movie about gangsters, and one the main charcters had gold teeth, black .. a bad mother fucker in the movie..
anyways, he was making himself at home, i was paranoid he was gonna steal stuff... he had the voice of some thug niggro though (not british), and i didn't boot him out fo my house cause i was too afraid of the consequences, like he might wanna fight...

but i ended up sucking up to him and stuff, becoming his friend actually... then say i was going out and i'd drop him off at home(never intending to call him again)

thing is, it resembles my life, and how my friends make me feel sometimes...
i know what the dream meant, and it was my mind telling me to actually do, instead of do nothing and hide...

weird thing is how my mind went to picking the character, like that guy... why did it pick a guy out of a movie i didn't finish watching because it wasn't that good... the movie meant nothing to me and i forgot about it...
this hypernaut thing is looking more interesting now, and thinking back to that thread RW made about fear and controlling it...
my mind showed me something, it told me to do something... http://www.thehypertribe.net/ubb/eek.gif

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