I started out going around an apartment complex with someone, who I believe was male, but I don't know who it was. The apartment complex was supposed to be my current one (Villas at Beaver Creek), but it didn't look anything like our apartment now. One thing that I do remember was that it was very sunny out, the sky was VERY blue, the grass was VERY green, and the buildings were VERY white and clean. There was a lot of clear and bright color, but it seems that it was very featureless, almost like the world ended just past the apartment complex grounds. Something about that apartment complex felt very warm and comforting, despite the seeming pristine-ness of it all.
I remember walking around the back of one building, turning right, and being between two buildings. Even thought these were two separate buildings, I believe that they were connected by a roof covering the area between them. This kept the sun out and kept it cool there.
As I walked down between the building along the sidewalks, I remember looking back at where I had just come from. When I turned back around, the buildings ended, and there was an open area where the office building sat right in the middle of everything. There were other apartment buildings all around, and they were all connected by this same roof that connected the buildings that I had just come from between.
I went into the office, and I saw that they had all these plates of pancakes around, with lots of syrup already on them. These pancakes were huge, like the size of a medium pizza (about 12" across) I think I was there to talk to someone or pay the rent, but I was having trouble getting someone there that I could talk to, even though there was a lady there behind the desk who was busy getting the pancakes together and serving them up. She was dressed in a tan business suit with a skirt. She reminded me a little bit of Kathryn, who is the manager at the Villas. She was very distracted, and almost seemed upset about having to work with getting these pancakes together.
I saw other people come in, one at a time, and each one got a plate of pancakes and started eating them. Some of them took the pancakes out the door with them, others stood around and ate them there, at least for a bit, before leaving. I either gave up on finding someone else there to talk to or pay the rent to, or I did find someone and just don't remember it, but either way, I remember no longer being worried about getting it done, whatever it was, and I was ready for some pancakes myself. The only problem was that by the time I got there, another lady had picked up the last plate of good looking pancakes. The lady behind the desk told me that she was sorry, but they were all out of pancakes. I saw one plate of pancakes left, but they looked all torn up and old. I think I actually wound up deciding to eat that plate of pancakes even though they were a bit roughed up.
Saturday, April 24, 2004
Thursday, April 22, 2004
Michael The Lock Setter
Michael, a guy that I went to school with who was friends with Nick (former step-brother) came to Mercedes to work in the key and lock site. For some reason, he was determined to start out lock setting without any sort of training. He was working on a 2-track ignition tumbler (a 116 462 00 79), and after he had gotten the plates in, he came and searched me out to find out why they weren't sitting flat. When he found me, I was out in the warehouse, but the warehouse looked more like a cross between Coors and Mercedes in Baltimore than it did the Mercedes warehouse in Fort Worth. I took the lock and looked at it, and a number of the plates were sticking up. I told him to come with me, and I was going to show him how to set the lock.
We got back to the desk he was working at next to the old style room in the Key and Lock Site, but it was turned around and up against the wall, facing the key cutting room. I was trying to describe how to figure out what is the top and bottom of the lock, the sequence, and all. While I was sitting in his chair, he was in another behind me. He rolled back a little farther, pulled open some desk drawer (not to a lock station, but there was another desk there, like one of the office desks) and pulled out and handed me the sheet that I had made describing the 4-track locks.
At first I thought this would be okay, but it dawned on me that he would get confused, so I really wanted to show him the 2-track version since it's a bit different. I think that he may have even gone by the 4-track sheet to begin with, and that was why his current lock was messed up.
Somehow I kept getting distracted from even being able to start describing to him how to set this lock. Either he kept wandering off or not paying attention, or someone else kept coming and asking me other questions or having me to go help somewhere else. It just seemed that no matter how much I tried to sit down and explain it to him, I never got the chance. The dream ended before I was able to really show him what to do.
We got back to the desk he was working at next to the old style room in the Key and Lock Site, but it was turned around and up against the wall, facing the key cutting room. I was trying to describe how to figure out what is the top and bottom of the lock, the sequence, and all. While I was sitting in his chair, he was in another behind me. He rolled back a little farther, pulled open some desk drawer (not to a lock station, but there was another desk there, like one of the office desks) and pulled out and handed me the sheet that I had made describing the 4-track locks.
At first I thought this would be okay, but it dawned on me that he would get confused, so I really wanted to show him the 2-track version since it's a bit different. I think that he may have even gone by the 4-track sheet to begin with, and that was why his current lock was messed up.
Somehow I kept getting distracted from even being able to start describing to him how to set this lock. Either he kept wandering off or not paying attention, or someone else kept coming and asking me other questions or having me to go help somewhere else. It just seemed that no matter how much I tried to sit down and explain it to him, I never got the chance. The dream ended before I was able to really show him what to do.
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
Cobbie and Em Smith: Agents of the Matrix
I started out at a department store like JCPenny, and I was doing some clothes shopping. Shortly after I arrived near the counter and had some short chit-chat with some of the other 10 or so guys around, I found out that someone's car had been stolen, and that we were all being held as suspects. We were not allowed to leave the store until we had each been interviewed to make sure that we had not taken the car. (Which is kind of preposterous, considering that we were all still inside the store, and not out with the car in question)
As it turned out, our interviewer/interrogator was Arthur Fonzerelli, aka, Fonzie from Happy Days. So one by one, they took us out into the parking lot, and we sat IN THE STOLEN CAR with the store employee (who sat in the driver seat, I sat in the passenger seat) and Fonzie interviewed us from outside the passenger side window. After deciding that I had not taken the car, they let me go.
I walked away, and wound up walking out of Mike's (former step-father) driveway. As I got down to the end of the driveway, I looked down to the left, and I saw Cobbie (from Mercedes) riding a small bike, like a children's bike, down the road in my direction. He was moving slowly and weaving a bit from side to side all across the road. It was like he was just taking his time and enjoying the ride. As he got closer to me, he stopped, and we talked for a short bit.
Somehow I wound up realizing that this was not Cobbie at all, but it was an agent from the Matrix. Even though he didn't act threatening towards me at all, he was kind of taunting me saying stuff like, "No one will believe you. You can't prove to anybody who I really am." I knew this to be true, and it made me furious that this agent was impersonating Cobbie. I wound up picking up some walnut sized stones as he started riding away back in the direction he came from, and I threw them at him. I hit him with most of them, but they mostly just bounced off his back and didn't harm him at all. He didn't seem affected by the stones at all, but I was so angry that it wasn't really Cobbie, and I was also a little fearful that my throwing stones at him was going to make him come back and kick my butt.
At that point I left and walked down to Grandmama's house. When I first walked in the front door, I went to the left into the living room, and a blond German woman was there. She was supposed to be some sort of leader of some militant group, but she wasn't dressed the part at all. She was actually dressed fairly elegantly, in some sort of evening gown or something. I found out, at that point, it was her job to "present" Emily to me. Em then walked into the room from the dining room. Again, because of this other woman introducing her, I knew that it wasn't actually her, and like Cobbie, she was an agent of the matrix.
Again, I was furious, and I started beating her (the Em look-alike), but like Cobbie, this didn't phase her at all. Of course her head moved when I hit her in the face and such, but nothing really happened to her. She didn't get hurt at all. Thinking about it later, the thing that really struck me about this was that neither her or Cobbie were being physically threatening to me. It bothers me a bit that for both of them, as soon as I found out, my first reaction was to try to beat the crap out of them.
As it turned out, our interviewer/interrogator was Arthur Fonzerelli, aka, Fonzie from Happy Days. So one by one, they took us out into the parking lot, and we sat IN THE STOLEN CAR with the store employee (who sat in the driver seat, I sat in the passenger seat) and Fonzie interviewed us from outside the passenger side window. After deciding that I had not taken the car, they let me go.
I walked away, and wound up walking out of Mike's (former step-father) driveway. As I got down to the end of the driveway, I looked down to the left, and I saw Cobbie (from Mercedes) riding a small bike, like a children's bike, down the road in my direction. He was moving slowly and weaving a bit from side to side all across the road. It was like he was just taking his time and enjoying the ride. As he got closer to me, he stopped, and we talked for a short bit.
Somehow I wound up realizing that this was not Cobbie at all, but it was an agent from the Matrix. Even though he didn't act threatening towards me at all, he was kind of taunting me saying stuff like, "No one will believe you. You can't prove to anybody who I really am." I knew this to be true, and it made me furious that this agent was impersonating Cobbie. I wound up picking up some walnut sized stones as he started riding away back in the direction he came from, and I threw them at him. I hit him with most of them, but they mostly just bounced off his back and didn't harm him at all. He didn't seem affected by the stones at all, but I was so angry that it wasn't really Cobbie, and I was also a little fearful that my throwing stones at him was going to make him come back and kick my butt.
At that point I left and walked down to Grandmama's house. When I first walked in the front door, I went to the left into the living room, and a blond German woman was there. She was supposed to be some sort of leader of some militant group, but she wasn't dressed the part at all. She was actually dressed fairly elegantly, in some sort of evening gown or something. I found out, at that point, it was her job to "present" Emily to me. Em then walked into the room from the dining room. Again, because of this other woman introducing her, I knew that it wasn't actually her, and like Cobbie, she was an agent of the matrix.
Again, I was furious, and I started beating her (the Em look-alike), but like Cobbie, this didn't phase her at all. Of course her head moved when I hit her in the face and such, but nothing really happened to her. She didn't get hurt at all. Thinking about it later, the thing that really struck me about this was that neither her or Cobbie were being physically threatening to me. It bothers me a bit that for both of them, as soon as I found out, my first reaction was to try to beat the crap out of them.
Suicide Pill
There were a number of things going on before this, but I don't remember where it was taking place or anything, but I know that I wound up taking a pill that killed me. I believe that I went through the same "rushing" sensation that I had in the dream about Mrs. Yager releasing me from her organization. The odd thing is that I remember dying, but still being "around" for quite some time after. (Normally when I have death dreams, I either die for a very short amount of time and then live again, or I die, and very shortly after the death, I wake up. In this one, after I died, a significant amount of the dream progressed, and I didn't wake up upon exiting the dream) Unfortunately I don't remember any of the circumstances about any of this stuff, such as why I took the pill in the first place, or what I did after I died.
Saturday, June 07, 2003
Time Flows in a Circle Here
I know that I started out at a house up on top of a hill, and I was there talking to someone's parents, (I don't remember who's. I think it was an old friends or something, but I don't remember specifically) even though it was supposed to be Em's parent's house.
After a short amount of time, Paul and Marilyn showed up driving my Hyundai. They had gotten the front passenger side fender fixed (in waking life, it was really damaged in Tennessee, on my way to move to Texas) and completely surprised me. I thought that was great!
Then it turned out that Em and I were supposed to meet her parents to go on vacation. They left
first, and Em and I packed up. After getting packed, we left and drove down the hill from the house. As we drove down the road, someone else in a Jeep Laredo (like the one Em's parents used to have) came out of their drive way right in front of us and also started down the hill. They were driving a bit recklessly, and they wound up spinning out of control and landed backwards in the ditch on the right side of the road. Em and I just drove past to meet up with her parents.
When we got there, it was at this little place almost out in the middle of nowhere. It was some hotel that was run by a Japanese family. They wore some very traditional garb. The women were dressed up as Geisha, and the man (men? if there was more than one, they didn't make themselves very obvious) wore a grey kimono and black pants. We went to our room and put our things away. As soon as we were in the room, I knew we had been there before. (it turns out that I have been in this whole "neighborhood", that I will be describing shortly, in another dream. Unfortunately I don't remember that previous dream... only that this was the setting in that dream as well.)
As we walked in the door, the room was big, but the floorspace was very narrow, being only about six to eight feet across. It stretched out about six feet to our right and about fifteen feet to
our left. There were a lot of pieces of homemade furniture around. The chairs at the left end of the room were small and low to the ground, as were the tables, kind of like coffee tables, that sat between them. I know that there was a twin sized bed in there somewhere, but I don't really know where. The floor was made of dirt in some spots (where we first came in), wood flooring in others (off to the far left with the chairs and tables) and flagstone over the rest (to the right). Directly in front of us where the floor ended, there was a huge pit that was about twenty feet across, and the floor continued on the other side, where there was a little bit of a banister, and then a door on the far wall, off to the right near the corner.
It seems that I remember seeing a lot of activity over there near the door from the Geisha women coming and going. I don't know what they were doing, though. Then there was something about seeing one of them trying to hide under one of the small chairs to the left for a moment, and when I looked again, she was gone, but there was a Pound Puppy that I used to have that they had taken from me the last time we were there. That was what really triggered my memory as to our having been there before.
Then a moment later, a white guy (kind of a greasy looking, spiky mulleted, tee shirt and M.C. Hammer pants wearing guy. His shirt was black with white writing, but I don't remember what it said, although it seems that I knew what it said at the time) and his girlfriend went floating through the room from the right to the left, laughing at us because we hadn't mastered the art of flight yet. As they were flying out the window about eight feet up, I realized that this was supposed to be a place to hone your spiritual and metaphysical abilities.
I don't remember what happened right after that point, but I know that I left, and I was going through the neighborhood that this hotel was in. Em was with me, but I don't remember how we were moving. It had the feel of moving in a vehicle, but it was also somewhat like walking. We wound up going past this chrome and glass single story building that looked like a 1950's diner, and we were going to stop in there, but I remembered that's where I ended up last time I was here, and about a hundred angry monkey's showed up and started throwing baseball sized stones through the glass at me to try to kill me. I knew that if I went in there again, the same thing would happen.
We continued on for a little while, but we knew that we had to get inside soon. Unfortunately I don't remember what that reason was. We wound up finding what looked like a cross between an old school bus and a mobile home, and we went in there. Soon after getting in there, I was trying to do something... again, unfortunately, the reason, or even what I was trying to accomplish, has been lost to me.
I know that I wound up walking to the back of this mobile home/bus like I was going to leave, and there was a redheaded girl there (about my age) by the back door and wearing one of the old paper hats like from the 1950's diner, and she was at a cash register. I stopped, I looked at her, and I looked outside. I think I talked with her momentarily, and somehow the subject of "the secret of this place" came up. She either asked me if I knew what the secret was, or if I wanted to know. Either way, I answered that I wanted her to tell me, and she said, "The secret to this place is that the time flows in a circle. It repeats each week." Somehow I almost had the feeling of "of course!!" and this answered all the questions I had about this place (like how I'd been here before and why I knew the monkeys were going to throw stones at me again).
I then went back up to the front of the bus (the front was more like a bus, and the back was more like a mobile home) and there was a black woman there that was somewhat like a cross between Oprah and The Oracle (from the Matrix) It was almost as if she were supposed to be the one controlling what goes on there or the one that controls whether or not I can leave. She said something to me like "Oh, it's okay. You can try again next time."
I started acting like I was crying and I went over to her and gave her a big hug. Then as I had her there, I giggled a bit and I said in her ear, "I know the secret of this place," which she didn't like at all. She flat out told me, "No you don't!", and I said, "Just watch me!" I went again to the back of the mobile home, I thanked the girl at the cash register, and I kicked out the window, and I jumped out and onto a covered wagon (covered by a platform, like a ceiling, and it was open on all four sides, not like the old cloth covered wagons...) that was being pulled by a tractor
that was waiting there for me. The same girl that was at the cash register was driving it, and with my new "knowledge" of the place, I stood there on the wagon as she pulled off and drove me up the street and out of the town, with the feeling that I had finally "beaten this place, and I would no longer have to return unless I wanted to."
The dream ended as I went up the street, with people at either side of the street. Some were cheering. Some were just watching. Some looked angry.
After a short amount of time, Paul and Marilyn showed up driving my Hyundai. They had gotten the front passenger side fender fixed (in waking life, it was really damaged in Tennessee, on my way to move to Texas) and completely surprised me. I thought that was great!
Then it turned out that Em and I were supposed to meet her parents to go on vacation. They left
first, and Em and I packed up. After getting packed, we left and drove down the hill from the house. As we drove down the road, someone else in a Jeep Laredo (like the one Em's parents used to have) came out of their drive way right in front of us and also started down the hill. They were driving a bit recklessly, and they wound up spinning out of control and landed backwards in the ditch on the right side of the road. Em and I just drove past to meet up with her parents.
When we got there, it was at this little place almost out in the middle of nowhere. It was some hotel that was run by a Japanese family. They wore some very traditional garb. The women were dressed up as Geisha, and the man (men? if there was more than one, they didn't make themselves very obvious) wore a grey kimono and black pants. We went to our room and put our things away. As soon as we were in the room, I knew we had been there before. (it turns out that I have been in this whole "neighborhood", that I will be describing shortly, in another dream. Unfortunately I don't remember that previous dream... only that this was the setting in that dream as well.)
As we walked in the door, the room was big, but the floorspace was very narrow, being only about six to eight feet across. It stretched out about six feet to our right and about fifteen feet to
our left. There were a lot of pieces of homemade furniture around. The chairs at the left end of the room were small and low to the ground, as were the tables, kind of like coffee tables, that sat between them. I know that there was a twin sized bed in there somewhere, but I don't really know where. The floor was made of dirt in some spots (where we first came in), wood flooring in others (off to the far left with the chairs and tables) and flagstone over the rest (to the right). Directly in front of us where the floor ended, there was a huge pit that was about twenty feet across, and the floor continued on the other side, where there was a little bit of a banister, and then a door on the far wall, off to the right near the corner.
It seems that I remember seeing a lot of activity over there near the door from the Geisha women coming and going. I don't know what they were doing, though. Then there was something about seeing one of them trying to hide under one of the small chairs to the left for a moment, and when I looked again, she was gone, but there was a Pound Puppy that I used to have that they had taken from me the last time we were there. That was what really triggered my memory as to our having been there before.
Then a moment later, a white guy (kind of a greasy looking, spiky mulleted, tee shirt and M.C. Hammer pants wearing guy. His shirt was black with white writing, but I don't remember what it said, although it seems that I knew what it said at the time) and his girlfriend went floating through the room from the right to the left, laughing at us because we hadn't mastered the art of flight yet. As they were flying out the window about eight feet up, I realized that this was supposed to be a place to hone your spiritual and metaphysical abilities.
I don't remember what happened right after that point, but I know that I left, and I was going through the neighborhood that this hotel was in. Em was with me, but I don't remember how we were moving. It had the feel of moving in a vehicle, but it was also somewhat like walking. We wound up going past this chrome and glass single story building that looked like a 1950's diner, and we were going to stop in there, but I remembered that's where I ended up last time I was here, and about a hundred angry monkey's showed up and started throwing baseball sized stones through the glass at me to try to kill me. I knew that if I went in there again, the same thing would happen.
We continued on for a little while, but we knew that we had to get inside soon. Unfortunately I don't remember what that reason was. We wound up finding what looked like a cross between an old school bus and a mobile home, and we went in there. Soon after getting in there, I was trying to do something... again, unfortunately, the reason, or even what I was trying to accomplish, has been lost to me.
I know that I wound up walking to the back of this mobile home/bus like I was going to leave, and there was a redheaded girl there (about my age) by the back door and wearing one of the old paper hats like from the 1950's diner, and she was at a cash register. I stopped, I looked at her, and I looked outside. I think I talked with her momentarily, and somehow the subject of "the secret of this place" came up. She either asked me if I knew what the secret was, or if I wanted to know. Either way, I answered that I wanted her to tell me, and she said, "The secret to this place is that the time flows in a circle. It repeats each week." Somehow I almost had the feeling of "of course!!" and this answered all the questions I had about this place (like how I'd been here before and why I knew the monkeys were going to throw stones at me again).
I then went back up to the front of the bus (the front was more like a bus, and the back was more like a mobile home) and there was a black woman there that was somewhat like a cross between Oprah and The Oracle (from the Matrix) It was almost as if she were supposed to be the one controlling what goes on there or the one that controls whether or not I can leave. She said something to me like "Oh, it's okay. You can try again next time."
I started acting like I was crying and I went over to her and gave her a big hug. Then as I had her there, I giggled a bit and I said in her ear, "I know the secret of this place," which she didn't like at all. She flat out told me, "No you don't!", and I said, "Just watch me!" I went again to the back of the mobile home, I thanked the girl at the cash register, and I kicked out the window, and I jumped out and onto a covered wagon (covered by a platform, like a ceiling, and it was open on all four sides, not like the old cloth covered wagons...) that was being pulled by a tractor
that was waiting there for me. The same girl that was at the cash register was driving it, and with my new "knowledge" of the place, I stood there on the wagon as she pulled off and drove me up the street and out of the town, with the feeling that I had finally "beaten this place, and I would no longer have to return unless I wanted to."
The dream ended as I went up the street, with people at either side of the street. Some were cheering. Some were just watching. Some looked angry.
Friday, June 06, 2003
Rocket Powered Telescope
I started out at my mom's previous house (grandmamma's house), and it was night time. I was by the big barn across the street from the house, and I was trying to use my telescope to see various planets. It was only able to see small fuzzy spots with little detail, but I felt like it
was better than nothing, and I was excited to see the little bit of detail that I could.
Then I somehow found out that Em's parents had a Hubble telescope. (The name "Hubble" here was a brand of telescope. Not THE Hubble telescope...) This Hubble telescope was a little bigger than my own, and it was rocket powered and was able to hover above the ground without any sort of physical support. From where I was standing, I was facing Mike's (former step-father) house, and Marilyn (mother-in-law) was showing me a small demo of the telescope, like how it could swivel around really fast, and it was voice controlled.
They told me to try it out for a while, so I did. I went up to it, and I said "Show me Jupiter," and
it whipped right around, pointed at Jupiter (which was directly above mom's house, nearly straight up, from where I was standing) and it zoomed way in on it. First it showed me the entire planet, and then it zoomed in so much that the Great Red Spot nearly filled in the entire view. Then I said "Show me Saturn", and it did nearly the same thing. It whipped right around, pointed right at Saturn, and zoomed in on it. I saw it almost as if it were sitting right in front of me, the size of a basketball.
I saw many things through the telescope. Some of them, the scope seemed to point to on it's own without my asking it to. They were all fascinating things that I never thought I'd see. Big bright and dusty nebulae. Two galaxies so close to one another that stars were being shared between them and going back and forth and around and around. The galaxies were spinning very fast,
and so the stars were transferred between them at a very high speed, almost like a bicycle chain going around gears.
At one point I stepped away from the telescope and looked up into the sky with my naked eye, and I could see huge features in the sky that I normally wouldn't see. I could see galaxies, nebulae, planets, and all sorts of things, but not to the same degree of detail that I could with the
telescope.
Then as I looked up in the sky again over my mom's house, just to the left of where I first saw Jupiter, I saw three planets all lined up, one behind another. They were Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto. I could see them about as clearly as if I saw three tennis balls sitting on a table across the room. (yes, they looked that big) I thought to myself, "Oh that's right! There was an alignment
recently!"
So I had the telescope swing around there and point at them so I could see them. When I looked through the telescope, they where huge and really close to one another. It was like having three basketballs sitting on my desk, and having them each only about six inches apart. Something about the designs on their surfaces, they looked like a big painting. All three of them were mostly blue, with some splotches of green and brown (almost like an earth-like planet) and the atmosphere of the closer two were (Uranus and Neptune) visible as a white glow, almost like a white dust (that also seemed like it gave off light) that surrounded them. The whole scene really looked quite a bit like a painting. The planets where in the foreground, and
the white glow, while it was around them, almost looked like it was a cutout of that planet, and it was behind it as a layer of paint.
Uranus had the brightest atmosphere. It also had rings somewhat like Saturn. (In waking life, it's supposed to be tipped up on it's side and rotate vertically, but in the dream it was horizontal just like Saturn would be) Pluto, the one behind the other two, was actually more rocky looking (little or no blue or green on it) and it didn't have the same glow around it that the other two did. I guess you could say that it had somewhat of a dead feel to it.
After marveling at these three for a little bit, someone showed up there with me. I think it was Em, and I was going to try to show her how the telescope worked and how great it was. I said, "Show me Jupiter," again, and it swung around and pointed at where Jupiter would be... in a blue sky! It had turned daytime, and I hadn't noticed, so Jupiter was no longer visible. I was a little
disappointed that I had shown the telescope to Em so late and that I would have to wait for another night to come.
was better than nothing, and I was excited to see the little bit of detail that I could.
Then I somehow found out that Em's parents had a Hubble telescope. (The name "Hubble" here was a brand of telescope. Not THE Hubble telescope...) This Hubble telescope was a little bigger than my own, and it was rocket powered and was able to hover above the ground without any sort of physical support. From where I was standing, I was facing Mike's (former step-father) house, and Marilyn (mother-in-law) was showing me a small demo of the telescope, like how it could swivel around really fast, and it was voice controlled.
They told me to try it out for a while, so I did. I went up to it, and I said "Show me Jupiter," and
it whipped right around, pointed at Jupiter (which was directly above mom's house, nearly straight up, from where I was standing) and it zoomed way in on it. First it showed me the entire planet, and then it zoomed in so much that the Great Red Spot nearly filled in the entire view. Then I said "Show me Saturn", and it did nearly the same thing. It whipped right around, pointed right at Saturn, and zoomed in on it. I saw it almost as if it were sitting right in front of me, the size of a basketball.
I saw many things through the telescope. Some of them, the scope seemed to point to on it's own without my asking it to. They were all fascinating things that I never thought I'd see. Big bright and dusty nebulae. Two galaxies so close to one another that stars were being shared between them and going back and forth and around and around. The galaxies were spinning very fast,
and so the stars were transferred between them at a very high speed, almost like a bicycle chain going around gears.
At one point I stepped away from the telescope and looked up into the sky with my naked eye, and I could see huge features in the sky that I normally wouldn't see. I could see galaxies, nebulae, planets, and all sorts of things, but not to the same degree of detail that I could with the
telescope.
Then as I looked up in the sky again over my mom's house, just to the left of where I first saw Jupiter, I saw three planets all lined up, one behind another. They were Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto. I could see them about as clearly as if I saw three tennis balls sitting on a table across the room. (yes, they looked that big) I thought to myself, "Oh that's right! There was an alignment
recently!"
So I had the telescope swing around there and point at them so I could see them. When I looked through the telescope, they where huge and really close to one another. It was like having three basketballs sitting on my desk, and having them each only about six inches apart. Something about the designs on their surfaces, they looked like a big painting. All three of them were mostly blue, with some splotches of green and brown (almost like an earth-like planet) and the atmosphere of the closer two were (Uranus and Neptune) visible as a white glow, almost like a white dust (that also seemed like it gave off light) that surrounded them. The whole scene really looked quite a bit like a painting. The planets where in the foreground, and
the white glow, while it was around them, almost looked like it was a cutout of that planet, and it was behind it as a layer of paint.
Uranus had the brightest atmosphere. It also had rings somewhat like Saturn. (In waking life, it's supposed to be tipped up on it's side and rotate vertically, but in the dream it was horizontal just like Saturn would be) Pluto, the one behind the other two, was actually more rocky looking (little or no blue or green on it) and it didn't have the same glow around it that the other two did. I guess you could say that it had somewhat of a dead feel to it.
After marveling at these three for a little bit, someone showed up there with me. I think it was Em, and I was going to try to show her how the telescope worked and how great it was. I said, "Show me Jupiter," again, and it swung around and pointed at where Jupiter would be... in a blue sky! It had turned daytime, and I hadn't noticed, so Jupiter was no longer visible. I was a little
disappointed that I had shown the telescope to Em so late and that I would have to wait for another night to come.
Thursday, March 14, 2002
Release
[This dream is one that still haunts me quite a bit. To be honest, as strange as it sounds, I am still not sure that this was completely a dream. Because of that, I have removed the name of the group mentioned in the dream from the posting. You know... just in case.]
I dreamt that I was out somewhere and I wound up meeting up with Mrs. Yager, my old high school biology teacher. (She was a strange teacher in waking life, but I felt that she was really cool even though she was not highly liked among the student body) In my dream, she was with a group only known to me as [Group Name Removed]. I don't know what it stood for, but she warned me I must not ever speak of this group with anyone. Evidently this group had a large amount to do with (I hesitate to use the word "manipulate", but in my sleepy state, it's all that
comes to mind) manipulating humanity into doing certain things or acting a certain way. I don't think it's an evil scheme, though. I think they're helping us, but doing it in a way that would normally be seen as objectionable, and therefore must keep quiet about it or be jailed or worse.
They had quite a bit to do with mind control and hypnotism, both on the singular and mass scales.
Anyway, I was in this large auditorium, somewhat like the Muvico Theather at Arundel Mills Mall with the nice chairs, and there was a aisle that went down the middle to the front. I was on the right side of the aisle, right next to the aisle. I was about four rows back from the very front, and there were a couple of hallways came in along the front at either side of all the seats, one that came from the left, and one that came from the right.
Mrs. Yager came down the one from the right, along with some other international people that I believe to be part of this group she was in. She sat directly in front of me, down in the four rows ahead in the very front. At this point some strange things started happening. I remember that
I extended out my legs and put them up on the arm rest of the chair in front of me, and I then saw three other sets of MY legs extended out from the rows in front of me, as if there were people sitting in them mimicking me. There were some other strange things that happened, although I don't remember what, and then all of a sudden Mrs Yager was in the seat directly in front of me. She made a comment about how I was so easily hypnotizable and that she had created all these weird illusions around me that I had just seen. I felt a little ashamed that she had hypnotized me so easily (not realizing at that time that it was basically her job to do so).
I realized that the auditorium we were in was holding a lecture of some sort, and that it was now over and everyone was up and leaving. There were three of us leaving together: me, Mrs. Yager, and someone that was a cross between Emily and Cindy. (a girl I knew in high school) I remember that this girl had done or said something, and she realized that I really was heavily and easily hypnotized, and she pointed that out to me.
I was going to start asking Mrs. Yager questions about why she was hypnotizing me, but before I could I remember hearing her (although not spoken out loud, but more like in my head, but still from her general direction) saying never to speak about [Group Name Removed] I took this as a command to not ask any questions about what was going on, especially right then with so many people around.
As a side note, at this point in the dream, I felt as though she had disclosed some sort of information to me before about what she was doing to/with me. I knew that it was for my better well being, but at the same time I felt a bit cheated that my actions and memories were being scripted or rewritten for me without my consent. I'm not sure if this knowledge that she was doing something to me came from an earlier dream (it feels like it did) or if it's something deeper. But this conversation we were having in the auditorium felt as if it were an extension of an earlier, more covert and confidential conversation.
Upon leaving, the three of us went to a fast food place to get something to eat. I was offering to pay, but they were deciding what they wanted and if they even wanted to eat here. While we were waiting around, Emily (I think that now she was more fully Emily than anyone else) was telling me about how, in my hypnotism, I had done some things that, in my mind, I would never do normally. There was something about somehow pissing Gregg (my boss at Mercedes) off at work either by starting something or really standing up to him about something, which I believe had to do with Paul (father-in-law). I couldn't remember doing any such thing. Em was telling me that I most definitely had and that I was hypnotized during the time of doing it.
Soon after I remember seeing a vision of being at work and getting pissed off at Gregg and I wound up pushing him around and finally down, where I jumped on his legs and proceeded to punch him repeatedly in the groin. I was then brought back to "reality", completely amazed that I had done such a thing, even if it had been provoked by Gregg. (which by the feeling of the confrontation, it had)
[This is where things got really strange, and I get chills just thinking about it. I'm hesitant to write it down right now, but I'm afraid that if I don't, I'll forget it.]
The next thing I remember is that I was out on a dirt road in the middle of the woods and there was a small group of mostly older people around me. I was actually at a fork in the road, and it went uphill from my left to my right. The way I was standing, I was on the main "trunk" of the
road facing left, so the fork was kind of to my right. More correctly, I was directly in front of the right side of the fork, facing off to the left one. The people I was with were also in the same part of the road as me, and I found that Mrs. Yager was off on the left fork, up just about 50 or so feet.
She started leading us in a mediation. People were starting to sit down to get ready for the meditation. But this one was a special one. Mrs. Yager said something about "lay down this time, and show the true guru that you know is within you," meaning that gurus usually lay down to meditate. (hmmmm... strange)
Just as people were starting to lay down, I remember seeing writing that looked a little like it was projected up on a transparent screen. It was black writing on a whiteish transparent background, and it was in the form of a verse. It said something like:
At this point, I remember that this African tribal looking guy was on his hands and knees to my right, and I was sitting (I hadn't gotten the chance to lay down yet from when Mrs. Yager had told us to) and this guy was kind of rocking back and forth and he lightly headbutted my shoulder. I let myself fall forward and I landed with my face right down on the road, which even
though it was gravel, it didn't hurt.
I closed my eyes, and suddenly I started to feel a rush coming from the very core of my being, almost like I was moving extremely fast, but at the same time not moving at all. I knew at this point I was in a dream, but it felt more real than a dream, almost as if it were really happening, but the best way to have this experience and be conscious of it was through the workings of a dream.
I saw the word "ERROR" in large orange text behind my eyelids, like my mind was projecting it as if I were a robot. There was a beeping that went with it, and just as it stopped, I heard a loud androgynous voice in my head say (and almost yell, but it was very harsh, almost raspy) "This is when it all ends, Jeremy!" and I knew that Mrs. Yager had released me from this hypnotism that she had held me in for so long. I was no longer hers. I was no longer being influenced by [Group Name Removed]. It wasn't like they had been holding me captive, though, but more like protecting me, and therefore taking over some of my mental facility through this hypnotism.
It was now over. This is when it all ends.
[I woke up, slowly, and without moving. I've never woken up that slowly before, watching my mind as I woke up. I hesitated before opening my eyes. I wondered if the world I awoke to would be different than the one I had known before bed. But I finally did, and lo and behold, everything looks the same. It feels the same. It felt so real that I'm not 100 percent convinced still, after being up and writing this down for an hour, that it was JUST a dream. I have a feeling, though, that I may never know.]
I dreamt that I was out somewhere and I wound up meeting up with Mrs. Yager, my old high school biology teacher. (She was a strange teacher in waking life, but I felt that she was really cool even though she was not highly liked among the student body) In my dream, she was with a group only known to me as [Group Name Removed]. I don't know what it stood for, but she warned me I must not ever speak of this group with anyone. Evidently this group had a large amount to do with (I hesitate to use the word "manipulate", but in my sleepy state, it's all that
comes to mind) manipulating humanity into doing certain things or acting a certain way. I don't think it's an evil scheme, though. I think they're helping us, but doing it in a way that would normally be seen as objectionable, and therefore must keep quiet about it or be jailed or worse.
They had quite a bit to do with mind control and hypnotism, both on the singular and mass scales.
Anyway, I was in this large auditorium, somewhat like the Muvico Theather at Arundel Mills Mall with the nice chairs, and there was a aisle that went down the middle to the front. I was on the right side of the aisle, right next to the aisle. I was about four rows back from the very front, and there were a couple of hallways came in along the front at either side of all the seats, one that came from the left, and one that came from the right.
Mrs. Yager came down the one from the right, along with some other international people that I believe to be part of this group she was in. She sat directly in front of me, down in the four rows ahead in the very front. At this point some strange things started happening. I remember that
I extended out my legs and put them up on the arm rest of the chair in front of me, and I then saw three other sets of MY legs extended out from the rows in front of me, as if there were people sitting in them mimicking me. There were some other strange things that happened, although I don't remember what, and then all of a sudden Mrs Yager was in the seat directly in front of me. She made a comment about how I was so easily hypnotizable and that she had created all these weird illusions around me that I had just seen. I felt a little ashamed that she had hypnotized me so easily (not realizing at that time that it was basically her job to do so).
I realized that the auditorium we were in was holding a lecture of some sort, and that it was now over and everyone was up and leaving. There were three of us leaving together: me, Mrs. Yager, and someone that was a cross between Emily and Cindy. (a girl I knew in high school) I remember that this girl had done or said something, and she realized that I really was heavily and easily hypnotized, and she pointed that out to me.
I was going to start asking Mrs. Yager questions about why she was hypnotizing me, but before I could I remember hearing her (although not spoken out loud, but more like in my head, but still from her general direction) saying never to speak about [Group Name Removed] I took this as a command to not ask any questions about what was going on, especially right then with so many people around.
As a side note, at this point in the dream, I felt as though she had disclosed some sort of information to me before about what she was doing to/with me. I knew that it was for my better well being, but at the same time I felt a bit cheated that my actions and memories were being scripted or rewritten for me without my consent. I'm not sure if this knowledge that she was doing something to me came from an earlier dream (it feels like it did) or if it's something deeper. But this conversation we were having in the auditorium felt as if it were an extension of an earlier, more covert and confidential conversation.
Upon leaving, the three of us went to a fast food place to get something to eat. I was offering to pay, but they were deciding what they wanted and if they even wanted to eat here. While we were waiting around, Emily (I think that now she was more fully Emily than anyone else) was telling me about how, in my hypnotism, I had done some things that, in my mind, I would never do normally. There was something about somehow pissing Gregg (my boss at Mercedes) off at work either by starting something or really standing up to him about something, which I believe had to do with Paul (father-in-law). I couldn't remember doing any such thing. Em was telling me that I most definitely had and that I was hypnotized during the time of doing it.
Soon after I remember seeing a vision of being at work and getting pissed off at Gregg and I wound up pushing him around and finally down, where I jumped on his legs and proceeded to punch him repeatedly in the groin. I was then brought back to "reality", completely amazed that I had done such a thing, even if it had been provoked by Gregg. (which by the feeling of the confrontation, it had)
[This is where things got really strange, and I get chills just thinking about it. I'm hesitant to write it down right now, but I'm afraid that if I don't, I'll forget it.]
The next thing I remember is that I was out on a dirt road in the middle of the woods and there was a small group of mostly older people around me. I was actually at a fork in the road, and it went uphill from my left to my right. The way I was standing, I was on the main "trunk" of the
road facing left, so the fork was kind of to my right. More correctly, I was directly in front of the right side of the fork, facing off to the left one. The people I was with were also in the same part of the road as me, and I found that Mrs. Yager was off on the left fork, up just about 50 or so feet.
She started leading us in a mediation. People were starting to sit down to get ready for the meditation. But this one was a special one. Mrs. Yager said something about "lay down this time, and show the true guru that you know is within you," meaning that gurus usually lay down to meditate. (hmmmm... strange)
Just as people were starting to lay down, I remember seeing writing that looked a little like it was projected up on a transparent screen. It was black writing on a whiteish transparent background, and it was in the form of a verse. It said something like:
And Satan said to him, 'Who here is the true Christ?', and Jesus answered him, saying, 'I am. I am the true Christ. We all are.'The "Satan v3" was supposed to be the verse reference like what you see with biblical verses. This was supposed to be from the lost book of Satan which, for obvious reasons, had been removed a LONG time ago from canonical scripture. Mrs. Yager was the one that started reading it, but with Jesus's response, at that point, everyone around me started reading it aloud, almost like a chant in monotone. They all said "I am. I am the true Christ. We all are."
Satan v3
At this point, I remember that this African tribal looking guy was on his hands and knees to my right, and I was sitting (I hadn't gotten the chance to lay down yet from when Mrs. Yager had told us to) and this guy was kind of rocking back and forth and he lightly headbutted my shoulder. I let myself fall forward and I landed with my face right down on the road, which even
though it was gravel, it didn't hurt.
I closed my eyes, and suddenly I started to feel a rush coming from the very core of my being, almost like I was moving extremely fast, but at the same time not moving at all. I knew at this point I was in a dream, but it felt more real than a dream, almost as if it were really happening, but the best way to have this experience and be conscious of it was through the workings of a dream.
I saw the word "ERROR" in large orange text behind my eyelids, like my mind was projecting it as if I were a robot. There was a beeping that went with it, and just as it stopped, I heard a loud androgynous voice in my head say (and almost yell, but it was very harsh, almost raspy) "This is when it all ends, Jeremy!" and I knew that Mrs. Yager had released me from this hypnotism that she had held me in for so long. I was no longer hers. I was no longer being influenced by [Group Name Removed]. It wasn't like they had been holding me captive, though, but more like protecting me, and therefore taking over some of my mental facility through this hypnotism.
It was now over. This is when it all ends.
[I woke up, slowly, and without moving. I've never woken up that slowly before, watching my mind as I woke up. I hesitated before opening my eyes. I wondered if the world I awoke to would be different than the one I had known before bed. But I finally did, and lo and behold, everything looks the same. It feels the same. It felt so real that I'm not 100 percent convinced still, after being up and writing this down for an hour, that it was JUST a dream. I have a feeling, though, that I may never know.]
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