Dream Again

[jason]

i had a dream a few weeks back . . .first part, i was in, a plain house, and in the kitchen was a,

Dark mom.

she was a sillouett or shadow figure. though i was concerned about her appearence, it seemed otherwise like she was a regular mom. she was making some kind of icecream sandwich cake of some sort. i kinda tried to butt her out of way saying ' i know how to make one of these'. she said, ' really, how long did you go to cooking school?' i responded that i dont think i had any. (but i was still sure i could do the job). i brought a bag from the kitchen (supplied by the 'dark mom' to a small living room where a couple of small children were. i began pulling things out of the bag. candy, more candy, more sweets, then i say not done yet, and i kept pulling from this seemingly bottomless bag of sweets. the kids seemed uninterested. so i went,

Downstairs.
when i reached the bottom of steps i felt beside myself. felt i was in a video game, where i was a teenage girl i think and upon passing through a library area, i axidentaly bumped some of the books. the were barely nudged out of place. i instantly knew that would be terrible for my score, for i was to apparently pass through without disturbing anything. i felt watched by a lady, and heard some commentary from her about the consequinces of not putting things back exactly and correctly. i attempted to put the books back in place to the millimeater, but seemed i boggeled up more so i think i quickely gave up on this endevor and noticed a back area where setting on a table was,

A newspaper.

it had a major headline. read 'man commits suicide because of the failed return of the Lord (or Jesus). and it went into some details. there were a couple thers there, to one of which i explained how this headline was falsified and i elaborated many details that absoulutely prooved this story as false and obviously so and therefor that it must have been written in this false manor for a purpose. a big, bad purpose. . .

[Adam]

Jason, I think what is needed by and for most people is an understanding of the Law. God with a little "g" gave Moses (leader of the tribes of Israel) - gods law.

Later comes the Constitution "for" the United States (which is hard to find). Most publications have the Constitution "of" the United States. There is difference.

Anyhow by having a basic understanding of the law, you can gain insight in your minds eye of when you don't come under the law and when you do. The answer should show

up in your dreams as well. So much for the dark lords control - when a servant of God shows up.

DO YOU REALLY UNDERSTAND THE PRIVATE SIDE?

[jason]

well, although i may not understand the 'private side' the best, but i will say (havnt got time to watch vid yet) is that some of the most potent laws that i understand, deal with 'private' individuals, by means of medical (phsycological) athourity that creates a 'modification' (a means of relief), for that said individual- and when it is honest and true, then i'd say, maybe it isnt the law that nessisarily changes, but the methods that individual uses (being only applicable to same said individual in question) are altered insomuch that though an appearance of law breaking is had, the law is in this deeper, more exaustive understanding, MORE Fulfilled.(and same can be manipulated for unfair personal gain advantage.

and so, it might follow that the same 'tactic' could be used by those in 'athourity', to try and make stick an application as such (profesing that it be in the name of some good thing and For mass groups), that could, would, be inforced as such- even if such rules dont apply to certain individuals and are very much unjust on every precievable level.

what then. either the ones unjustly made to follow these 'new' laws could attempt to find proper relief if even by pyscological means (which would be unsucsessful- for the 'machine head' would never allow a door as such to ever be opened again) or, and more likely the ultimate 3d outcome would be the red queen of hearts attitude of " off with your head " becomes (again) the new standard.

and so it becomes lie to self and become willing slave of the ever unchanging abusive. or live true and die in eternal love.

the prepesition 'for' and 'of' would indeed constitute two distinctly seperate and different things. interesting to consider. : )

[Adam]

Definition of psychological1.
1 :  of or relating to psychologyb :  mental

2 :  directed toward the will or toward the mind specifically in its conative function psychological warfare




The great game of the mind is what the human experience is about. If one is not willing to forgive
and find a better road. Then one is confined to a dead end street. Overcoming our issues starts
with truth. In the middle heavy forgiveness and in the end one finds themselves able to stand as
a responsible person of and for the community of like minded individuals. Conversely one can
choose to remain a cry baby and a burden on themselves. See how it works?

This (in my opinion) is the main downfall of the antichrist. The willful inability to forgive and seek
the truth. And then work with truth. I.E. do the work. All because he gave up on responsibility and
wants to control instead of grow. The old blame game.



Definition of experience
1. 1a :  direct observation of or participation in events as a basis of knowledgeb :  the fact or state of having been affected by or gained knowledge through direct observation or participation

2. 2a :  practical knowledge, skill, or practice derived from direct observation of or participation in events or in a particular activityb :  the length of such participation has 10 years' experience in the job

3. 3a :  the conscious events that make up an individual lifeb :  the events that make up the conscious past of a community or nation or humankind generally

4. 4 :  something personally encountered, undergone, or lived through

5. 5 :  the act or process of directly perceiving events or reality


[jason]

thanks for that. good to have a bit of logic to formulate a reasonable thought. i notice the law seperation basics can be seen all over too (helpful, but still trying to apply it to my 'random' mode).

i use to have alot of dealings with my grandpa. id give him this and he'd give that. once though i told him that i was intentionaly making it all as complecated as possible so that we really couldnt possible know where we stood as exchange went. for him to go along with that method was. . Somthing. (nevertheless if one 'side' got alot heavier than the other noticably then i figured that is where, you know, somthing might not be proper, whatnot.) so i guess even a method of no method IS a method after all. but then, i dont always do That either. : )

ill share this dream i had a while back only because it was really, really short.
started as

Black space.

deep and dark and might be empty if i wasnt there just slowly floating down. well, there was somthing else there too. there was a great many

Yellow spongy bits.

it seemed like they were just stationary, but with me going down, it appeared they were kind of going up. i began grabbing all of them i could, bundling them against my chest till i could hardly hold onto any more. im thinking not even two or three times the amount of what i had would slow my Already slow 'falling'.

thats it. and i really didnt like that dream. but i supose ive had worse. anyway next day, im pondering the dream, just kinda gazing out the kitchen window, and this wierd little creature shows up on the flowery bush right there. it was an, i guess, half dragonfly, half carpenter bee. and i suppose it liked pollen. then a couple of carpenter bees showed up on same bush as this fuzzy yellow black striped uh, carpenter-dragon-bee-fly. and then the usual flower harvesters showed up all over. yeah, i know. but the odd little creature made me feel better with my pondering situation. : 1

[Adam]

Very good. I am happy for your ability to note there is natural law in effect.

As above so below. So says your dream.

[jason]

a couple of nights back i had an iteresting dream.
it was long but there was one part near the end were something happened, and then i woke, and then went back to sleep and same thing happened again plus additional events.

for once much of it is beyond me to put into words but i will try to relate the transpireing that accoured twice.

hmm, . .well the events that led up to it was in a

Wilderness.

it was a complete desert and the few peoples spread abroad were in extreme survival mode . .sharing and consolidating last of reserves for promotion, providing what little they had for, whatnot of the very few (one or two) individuals that they thought might be able to carry 'life' onward best of what last 'survivors' remained, or who might exisentialize some worthy value.

anyway, the one that i was risking in adventure\mission for was a certain

Young Lady.

few females apparently existed in this land. im supposing much of the 'vale' was in this fact alone, but there was something special about her. after surviving some particular events (impossible- and amazing considering), a certain even or coinsiding events happened that had to do with a certain

Drawing.

it was a picure of, best as i can say, and third person perspective of where i was, that converted to a still frame, like of the group (the girl me, and a certain one who gave his last supply even life to support the girl), and also contained it this picture was a view from the ground looking up to the sun. . the event that happened twice was that i was looking at the picture and suddenly i saw that the picture was becoming exactly everything that we were and all things and happenings around us. when it was cetting close to 'fullfillment', i showed it to the girl saying "look, these are the same" and tried to let here see from where i was standing, looking out until the molment came that all this things came together as was shown in the picture.

the repeat of the dream began again with us comparing the picture with all things about us again. fulfillment was reached again, but this time after which we were led (by unseen or a somewhat mist defining word might be 'mysterious' forces, for and to finish\start

A New Life.

we ventured and\or felt led to a preconstructed protected place. seemed was avalible, just enough resources, whatnot, and im thinking there may have be others who knew or were waiting for such a miracle or for the 'great planed transpireings' to occur as such, undeniablelike, and hard to explain but the word 'expected' comes to mind. and then i woke up again.

my descripion of these happenings somewhat fail me, i think cause im leaving out most of the personal feeling, and details of the 'fullness happening' but i feel like i did better at explaining this one than i thought i might. : )

[Adam]

Everything has a conscious. Atoms, rocks, water, light, animals, humans, ET’s and so on.

Everyone has a story.

[jason]

I had another repeat of the same basic dream content as many others before thanksgiving..
I was outside near my grandparents house in

The yard.

There were a couple of others , or at least one other person there. They commented on happenings in the sky. I looked up and noticed a few small lights buzz about here and there, but ignored them. I focused though on the strange grey blotches in the sky. Like clouds but too pattern to be clouds. After pondering them and sensing some bad weather approaching I traveled around the house to were there was a

Ragged decking.

It was attached to the house, and there were lots of people all about working at various ‘survival’ activities. I just kinda carefuly walked about the decking, looking at the people on it and on the ground or yard surrounding. As with these type of dreams there wasn’t really anyone that seemed of my ‘personality type’ to talk to, so I mostly watched, yet I wanted to be helpful at something or another at least. I wasn’t offered any ‘job’. In fact it seemed like I was always in the way, but as usual I kept on the look out for a ‘place’ where I at least somewhat belonged,. At one point I noticed boats on and about around the decking. Curious I hopped in one. Some others were in that particular, um, raft. Suddenly water, a flood was all about, and well, the raft began taking on aalot of water. No one seemed to think it was a good thing that the raft was sinking but I did take it as an óh goodie, I get to do something. I hopped out and found a good position among others to pull the raft out and up onto some of the higher decking for repairs, or whatever. After that the water seemed to subside, and I wondered around again, feeling ín the way’again. At one point I was just like, ‘fine, I don’t have to sit here on this decking, I can go flying around if I want”. {in my dreams, I can fly frequently, but not usualy automaticly. Usualy I have to find the edge of something and make kind of a running leap of faith, if you will. } so I got up on the highest railing and jumped off (it helps when I hold my arms out). I was more glideing at first, and I thought I might crash into the ground some where (has happened before) but I didn’t. I just circled around seeing what everyone was up to and landed again deciding then to enter

The house.
This house was one that was very much like all the other similar ones. The house itself looked completely different, but the ‘function’and happenings were all esentialy the same. Even my feeling of being in way or having no apparent place was th ever present as well. It’s like this,; the house seems roomy at first, but then as people accumulate, getting assigned jobs or whatnot it quickly becomes crowded, and in order to get anywhere, I have to travel through others rooms eventualy having t stepp over people sleeping in floors , all that. At one point I heard one of the leading ones say that they still had room for some fifty more or something optimisticly, but it seemed to me that they planned on expanding more. I conversed with some that thought it too crowded or whatever and seemed to want rather to go back out on their own. Near the end of this dream I finally found a chair I could sit in and it was being explained toa group at the same table what certain requirnments were, and something about payment. They all had contracts setting in front of them that needed the individuals acceptance and agreement in signature form. I didn’t see one for me, but I lifted up a pamphlet and low and behold it looked as though I had one too, if I wanted. I remember being reluctant too signing my name there though, I think mostly cause I didn’t really care about payment or whatever. I woke the and after pondering all these events realized a few things more than I did in the other dozen or so like dreams.


i had another somewhat similar last night too, but i'm running low on library time again. but the main points i think were, i was with a group of friends for a while, then they began scatering throughout house. i went around looking for them, and during which i saw alot of things and people i really didnt want to of have intrest about. i finally just lay down pretending to be asleep , ignoring people that passed by or sat near talking to and\or about me(as they passed by).

i finaly decided to get up and spotted someone and felt confortable around her. i sat at the table with her and had a lengthy meaningful conversation with her. one thing i say was, so your stuck in this house too? she say yes i cannot get out of earth either. . i pondered that, then i kinda lost her, but i found a phone and called her. she said i could meet her outsid, but to bring the phone with me (for various reasons i thought). when i got outside i looked across street, to the left, and finaly saw her in the next yard over to the right. . .i was happy. : )

[jason]

another couple of dreams. . . pardon the misspells. : )

first one:

i was in a house or around more or less. one family's home, i think. i forget some o f the ordering but, , part was, i was sorta circling around and about stoping at the shower room. i was adjusting the ficture and it colapsed. the daughter, my age (and whom i know from real life), came along and she saw what i did to it, and i knew she was the more origional installer of the fixture, so i quickly jumbled the parts together and kinda pusheded em all back they way they were ment, to her satisfaction . . mostly. i offered that a couple of screws could be put to it to keep it from collapsing again. she was like fine, here some screws and handed me some random ones. i shifted through em spotting some that would work and for some reason noting the niceness factor of one of them in particular.i found a drill bit i think and a phillips bit but no driver. she said id probably find the bitds i needed, but didnt say anything about where a driver might be., i decided not to mention it and figure it out. she made some comment on it and then went about her buissness elswhere. shower was actualy on the whole time. the kids were about and i played whith them as i incountered them . . parents and relatives of the girl my age were around, and my presance among them seemed acceptable enough.

at one point things came about as such that i was, if i wanted to go on some kind of uh, mission, best i can say with her. and part of it was to go with her to some kind of school or group to learn to or get better at or aquire needed skills for our seemingly inevitable future interactions.and so we went to the classes or whatever. got there and it seemed the rules were for us to be seperated, to my somewhat suprise, as didnt make complete sence but i tried to go along with it and all. i was aparently to engage in a group of others, male, who were also aparently doing the same thing more or less.

i kept suspecting that the girls were together elswhere, yet also were watchin us alot of the time. in any case, apon meeteng some of the others in this group, i noted that they were kindof or very nerdy and very in experianced. i figured , in a way i was the same, though for some what i thought obvious reasons were that i was a sort of contrast in likeness inmany ways. anyway as the phases and exchanges whent on i thought things were moving along okay, though in reality, i wasnt ever sure i wanted to be there going through it all. there was a point when one of the others seemed offended probably at me, and became very tense. i moked him with the intent ti relect his aparent demenor for his benifit, and the others there. i acted tense and moved in a somewhat exaggerated fashion for which to reveal my intended point. my actions were seen as a sign of aggresion or declaration of a fight to deth. it was commented to the poerw of that my actions were indeed a move of sorts that is was learned by many, professionaly, for which to prepair for a hand to hand combat of sorts to the extreme or death, whatnot.

i quickly stated that wasnt my intention, especialy as the offended guy was aparently going into the next aparently hard to reverse move to counter or dominate preperation, in breathing demener etc. anyway he finaly at least began to calm back down a bit,none the less, it felt that a problem still had roots somewhere, so i attempted to find it. i decided that it had to do with my first move within the group setting, in deciding to sit whereever i wanted, as i wasnt told otherwise, yet upao reflecting back, i then thought a precieved us all as sitting in a circle, and came to a sort of admittance, or realization that we were perhaps suposed to know more or less where to sit. this reallization became somewhat clearer when i pictured the circle as a clock face and each person sitting on their own particular number. i can recall the possitions of us well enough that i can even estimatewhat space on the face i might better have been in seeing it that way. i remember saying to myself, 'so i was off time or óut of time (synce)'.

anywho eventualy those things passed and many were perhaps just out side the shoolbuilding, and werent in class as such, but everyone was out there mingling, actingout preportions of their more serious missions i guess. i moreor less felt alright and free enough there. like a recess of sorts to me i think. there was one or a small group it the base of building that had a sign constructed that they intended to show. one of my personal design aparently, and somewhat to my surprise. i some how just sort of knew the sign without seeing it and knew that the reaction might not be good by some that might chance to view it. i t when realizing these things made a bee-line over to the guy with tthe sign and intended to warn em about my persieved rendition of potiential reaction that might proove adverse. he seemed to understand but i didnt forbid him to show it, as it wasnt wrong in any way i could figure except on one , i guess, sorta closeminded kind of level.so i stood by to observe. and quickly enough an officer came along and say the sign. just words, or phrase. i forget the exact comment , but the questionable discriptive term 'blacks'was used in reference to some people. the person even holding the sign rfured to himself manytimes as such. the officer had a problem not with the phrse or whatever, just that word. he sought to end whatever demonstration using the word, or whatever. i saw the officers point easy enough but, his point was weak and one sided. i think i remember saying, not for defence but more for fact and benifit of understanding, whatnot something to the power of that if we adheard to the rule the officer suggested, then where would that rule begin and when, more importantly where when how and what extent etc. would it end?" i didnt get an answer,actualy, i think i woke, more or less at that time.

second one:

bro m in car drivin crazy so i jump out window and run to
a place with sheet and bag or cardboard box to stay sleep between two parked cars right in middle of town.
id trvel about town at night, . one girl needing a pencil a yell to her to come get one. my bro later tells me it is on way back if i wanted.

cops arrest me a some point. standing there i thought to run while the cops preoccupide. . so i take off for a jog through town. im grabbed eventualy.i cooperate. on the way to jail, cop argues with swat group. group wants to bring me in themselves violently. cop doesnt let em. and cop tells me not to let em see my feet arnt cuffed right and seee my tell tale cuffs on wrists and no chains.

at jail im free to roam around jail\ocourthouse. my dad eventualy shows up needing me to represent him in a case id been sorta fuling. arter arguments about the gold chains and beaddresses a lady neglected to sale him as agreed and him lossing apartment because of moneys he took out to by the stuff for resale and make a buck, sueing was our charge against lady.

in court though we had little evedence, but some and us as witnesses, i finaly moved to simply sue for gas moneies for moving whatnot, and forget the rest as a lesson learned, after a recess\party of the court. during which and apon leaving i talked to a couple girls at desks and remembered associations with them prior and found my desk or some things i wrote to one of the girls sister, and also some un delivered letter of aproval.
we were then in a coputer lab me and the twin? sisters had seats near one another and we talked amoung our group during class frequently. the teacher was the judge m of the court. he remained tolerant with us. one thing was that the girls had a device to read \moniter their iq, and were troubled if it wasnt on the increase. i didnt care much either way, but thought that my association with them might bring their iq slightly down and feared for thier progres or happieness so i endevored to find ways to still associate as i did, yet promote thier growth also in a random sort of fashin. it seemed to work for a time and we grew closer.rest of class seemed a bit anoyed, but not that noticably so.

we were\became a pretty good team, but nonetheless it seemed, the sister whom i like, liked wished to seperate for brief periods to associate, alone, with some other dude. i didnt like that so much, or i didnt like more where that might lead eventualy . .i was much funner. in anycase i began probing my own personality traits where as to find potiental faults that might be causing her difficulties and practicing in association witth the other sister iin conversation and while working to solve the issue acceptably, so the sister i like, liked wouldnt feel the need to, i guess do it alone, as it were.

i observed her once and the dude she was with and noticed him to be much too jockey and standard nice for my liking. . .she couldnt actualy want that, right?eventualy she would come back to our group as if she wernt gone, and my talks with her sympathetic sister seemed to have helped the situation some. so i would always just pick up as if she were never gone and a peculier phase of happieness and accomplishment existed between us.without going into the compecated details of all these things, id say now that and even then i felt we were always falling in love a bit deeper all the time, even with the difficulties. so i never lost hope though at various times i felt imeteate and nessisary change of mood of some sort was needed on my part now and again.
none the less a certain stage of strange things was soon to follow. . .

some sort of virus began infecting other random cumputers in the lab. now and again id break to walk about and see which all were the ones that were down. it did seem quite a random and undeterminable cause thereof. our three computers never got infected as well as some of the others, but at a certain point perhaps the virus phased into the students slightly, even our own selves. the evedence of this was the fact that i found us sitting in the back of the last row of computers working as normal and realized all of the suden none of us were logged into the wrong computers and we haddent even noticed. i quickly ventured over to my own, which was kind of a nice one, and saw two guys working on our computers. i told them to becareful not to let the virus into any of our three cpus, but it seemed like they werent working at all realy, just watching some movies.

later it became that it was that our classroom was down to only a group of about 10 or less.and the infection, some cpu virus turned exestential ti humans unto zombie fashion, or other way around, dont know seemed to havve expanded unto the bounds o the whole school generaly anyhow.it seemed as though we all continued at our work best we all could and each of our personalities, goods and bads, became understood and a way of life there on unto each of us. . we endevered, sometimes relentlesly, to be understanding one of another therein , tolerant and quick to adjjusted continus to the many ubrupt and sometimes dramatic changes that otherwise would be extreme dangers to the demise of the cause.
we all had to take on jobs that were unfamiliar to us offten to fill in where needed. and as well as i thought we were doing it always seemed one of us would get lost to the infection all to regularly.

at a point we were down i think to all but 5 or so. there was me and one of the onther younger lookin nerdy ones in a room. i was carrying a pouch of lsd strips taking as needed as a sort of mediction to just deal. i went to pee. not here not on wall inside i thought so i went outside little guy had same idea, so i wondered to a spot outside one of the sheds to go, and there came guy seemingly sucpicious of me he wipped it out right mect to me exposin him self to go so i moved around the corner to go. i asked him were he was , but i actualy soul located him. he had taken another for of some strange alien form ive never seen, and i knew he was up to somthing. i prepaired. he was going to come around the corner and flash me to wipe my memory so i didnt know he was what he was. i tricked him surprised him and escaped back into the shed. i found i lightbulb. and exisistential semble of this revelation i wished to share with the girl i like,liked. he knew and told me to leave the bulb with him and when i went back to share the info with noone and to give another guy a cigaret, i suposed he already knew as i knew. i reluctantly agreed saying i could enact my purpose to reveal to the girl later. he was suspicious, is then said he could have the bulb but i could make another one later and do it then. in any case i decided the girl wasnt ready to know these things so i kept them to myself. . .not much else happened then i woke.



thats all for now. hope everyone is well.

[jason].[]

i had this dream last night. i'll just pick up a little into it a bit. i'll start where i went into

A restroom

that was public at at some place or some event, I remember I went there just to get away or clear my thoughts, whatnot.
the leader/hero around the place\event was David Bowie (THE GOblin king).

he happened into the bathroom just after i went in. I didn't want to seem like a groupie or whatever so I crunched in a corner by sink. I got some water for my face. I got the feeling he was
doing same as me, more or less so I just figured i'd recluse and wait on him to leave.

he came around to where I was, so I decided to leave. first I began unwrapping fumblily some wrapping on my face that went in my face and somehow wrapped around and around my teeth. it took a sec, so he noticed, questionably. I just said, it's for
cause it hurts. that didn't seem to clarify
for him so I say, a tooth. too late to pull
out, as ít had rotted too far. before I managed to get out of there he managed to import unto me,

Some kind of revelation\vision.

it had to do with a concentrated ball of
energy that only came about once or four
times a year or per cycle.

but before that I was on some kind of rail
car. monorail(s) I think, where I was following him on it. there were things I needed to do to keep moving and on track. I had it figured out and mastered a tecniuqe
apparently that would more than keep me
caught up, perhaps pass his car. but at a
certain point my commands stopped working. I meant to jump to this rail and back and
timing perfect and all but . . .nothing. As
if I was forced to fail. anyway, back to

The energy ball.

so, another part of that revelation came
about, where as I was to perceive its timing of issuance, he would attain it and things
would be in light and fullness for him for
that portion of the cycle.

I thought it might be nice to have one. went out of his way to let me get one of them. after I did, I understood better of what the energy meant, in part. although there were notable consequences to splitting the cycle into apparently two distinct time personalities, whatnot as it was.

he didn't flinch at the thought of allowing me
none the less to take part in this, as I
began to understand, more or less, solemn
duty. the more the cycle split into two
separate directions, the more difficult it
became to determine the paths of the energy
ball, and timing , all that.

I saw and felt the energy became as only
half. .or a knowing that to get full effect would take twice the time
for two persons whith halves and quaters of effects could only be felt or persieved within those fragment time frames sections.

.. .I knew what he must have felt by my own experience. the darkness, or hindrance of perception through jumbled or dimly lit dimensions, for longer periods than usual, and if the timing was missed,then the consequences might not be something
possible to recover from.

even still he, humored me, or let me experiance my endevores, whatnot despite the seemingly detrimental effects.at a certain point there was a brief period
of on field testing in method whatnot, that seemed somewhat to be likened unto

A game.

there was a smaller version of a energy
marble generator, that I was collection
marbles from as they issued out. they were
toned'and then spent. I at a certain point,
got the idea that if I didn't have to spend
the marbles that I could save some up. then
eventually I found , I thought and incredible way to extract them intervaly in purified or 'untoned' fashion, so that they would be more valuable, as another could tone them when they wished as they wanted or when, whatnot.

as things went I found that after a short
while, the pure marbles for some reason
became useless, or sterile or something .
.lost their purpose in an undesirable way. I was indecision in contemplation on this
matter and method id been engaging . .and I
was whisked away, back to the vision
revelation zone, where I was back to the
of energy balls and I had a working knowledge of the proper method to
conduct; wait watching the place at the time at the begining of each of

The four seasons

the ball would come forth, track it unto a
certain place, and scoop it up before a
certain time, or it be lost forever, and
redistribute it, or spend it proper so that
the seasons would remain successive and
unhindered notably so. and all remained
reasonable light or clear, understandable
and retaining adequate value or meaning and
good purpose.

along came another who saw the energy ball
and was arbitrarily tracking it and trying to catch it, where as to do 'the job'',
regardless of the dangers or great
inconveniences to a dependent cycled system
if a mishap or blunder was to occur.

I didn't get upset, really, only tried to make sure the energy ball wasn't lost in the process,and offered bits of intel on the methods and purpose and lightly explained on certain points of potential dangers in the ordeal.


okay. so ill attempt to relate some of the next events herewith in more detail because much of it happened in a sort of real time in concert on multiple levels, or as might be perceived on multiple dimensions:

first part was like me and another undisclosed individual were kind of floating through space near a certain planet waiting for the shpere shaped energy ball to make its way to the area where it could be scooped up. I think the other person scooped one of them up but I'm not sure what they did with it. I got another and transferred it okay, though the cycle seemed off a bit. in a way one of or perhaps the most important either first or last of the cycle orbs appeared. it was notably different in that it appeared as a different kind of energy as the others, like a high energy, dense plasma ball type. I was pretty sure I should handle this one, whereas to ensure the cycle didn't collapse or anything.

then we were floating on a sea about the sphere 'world', and the energy orb was more likened unto a more organic looking tadpole of sorts. I could still tell the four apart. mainly though that last 'more important' one. where it arrived swimming by atop of the sea, I saw it first and quickly swam to it with time to spare before it ventured past into 'no mans land'. I made some fun with the ordeal, scooping it up and headed back to the 'world sphere. but detoured to the other guy. I carefully held out my cupped hands holding the precious little cargo and urged the other guy to ready for a hand off. hey clumsily attempted to handle it as I drop\poured it to his cupped hands. I thought he might drop it a couple of times, then I saw another of the same, but dimmer, perhaps a little sickly. of course I went to scoop it up also. I had to move fast to reach it before it was gone. while scooping it up I noticed that it was indeed a weaker but same type energy, and I knew other guy had the first so I quickly determined that this could 'boost' the situation, bouncing ideas and ponderings as to if it would be more or like a make up of lost and so on.

then it was, I was on the shore of and island. there happened a stout black ox ventured along. something wasn't right though. it wasn't acting proper and the environment was to fragile or something for the ox to just roam about like it was, so I commanded it to go back to the sea. I knew it could easily have hurt me pretty badly, but it eventually edged back to the water and in it went. it wanted to come back but I persistently shoed it back out until it reached the neighboring island. there it turned into a monkey\gorilla type animal and I perceived it to kind of group with others and saw that they probably saw a way to bide their time a bit and use the trees and their man like features to kind of 'pirate' themselves or invade back onto the island I was. at first it seemed like this animal was almost a full blown enemy, but eventually, as a few events occurred I let those thoughts go against my 'better judgment', and attempted friendly relations with the monkeys.

a few other things happened too, but I suppose that is the just of all the main points of the dream.

jason.

[jason+=+]

a couple of dreams i had over the last couple of weeks . . .

in this on i was roaming about an old house i used to live, doing normal 'people-like' things, i came across a box, in the bathroom i think, and opened it. inside was what appeared to be some sort of colored

Crystal.

it was sort of an orange color. i knew it was imoprtant, valuable, all that so i carried it with me to maybe put it somewhere that someone wouldnt so easily find it. looking in a cabinate under the bar that seperated the livingroom from the dining area, there was another box, and inside was another crystal. i came to some knowing that there were a certain nubber of them about the house and i collected all the boxes.

having all the boxes, i decided take them out of their boxes for a bit and lay them on a table in the livingroom to have a 'looksee'. they were each different sizes (but all about the size of a hand,er, my hand) and shapes (though most elongate-ish like one might guess) and they were each a differing color (basicly primary and secondary colors with one being a more clear-transparent). i quickly noticed one of them (red one i think) had

Connection slots.

it was bulkier than the rest and seemed to set upright. so with it place on the table, i picked up another(maybe the orange), with the idea that maybe it would be good if i pieced them all together. when i held the orange crystal close to the bulky red one, i could see a solid stream of energy emit from the bottom of the one i held drawing it to one of the slots on the stationary bulky one. i could even feel a tug on the on i was holding. when it was a few inches away, i just kinda let it go and it seemed to connect itself proper enough. i thought that good, and from the 'partial' construct i imeteately felt some sort of

Energy.

the energy startled me. something seemed dangerous about it. i remember thinking, "uh-oh, it's radioactive when you put it together". so i disassembled it and put em back into there boxes. i figured that maybe they were kept seperate for a reason and thought to find new hiding places for them. i was worried cause i considered them valuable (even just one, but being a 'set', even more, and knew others would desire them if found.

looking for good hiding spots, things about me all of the sudden began happining in a mannor where it began difficult for me to track various happenings, and people so i literaly flew out door with no steps as the house was now two stories. i flew up to one of the upper windows a dropped a couple of them up there out of sight-like. then i flew down to the back yard wher i accidentaly dropped one on the groud right next to a pin. when i swooped down to pick it up, there appeared a couple of

Dog-humans.

these somewhat bipedular creatures seemed to not want me to pick up the dropped crystal. it was a difficult situation, so i did the onlything i thought i could to get it back. i held up one of the other crystals to disuade the closest creature from the fallen crystal and the creature took an actual bite of the crystal i held, satisfiying him as long as those little fragments were stuck in its teeth. i grabbed the other and flew back up tho the door with no steps, but before i could go in side, i saw a couple more of those creatures coming at me from the inside. by the time i pulled the door to me to block them, the others were jummping up at me from the ground already.

so i was just kinda stuck standing on what little bit of ledge i could manage, as i couldn't pull the door all the way shut or i'd fall, nor could i let it open back any further or one of them angry dog head creatures would be able to get more than his paws around the space between the door and the wall.

i guess that's it. . this next dream i had a week or so latter i think might to be related to the one above, so i'll just share the part of it that makes me think so.

at a certain point when i was downstairs in a house that seemed to be a gouphome for some sort of rehabillitaion, i found me a spot on the a couch in front of a small box tv to watch some sort of sci fi movie i found interesting. others were watching too, around and about. eventualy, a peculiar thing was that, for reasons unknow, i had in my hands a stack of retangular

Magnets.

they were all the same size, about the size of dominoes with rounded corners. i liked that they former a stack, and tuned out the other people there often wereas to putll the magnets apart in different ways, letting them retract back to one another, always back to that perfect stack. i asked someone more as a statment somthing like, cool show huh. icouldnt really hear my own voice, so i asked again. guys resposnce was like, ýeah i guess'. now and again i'd direct my attention to others there, but the magnets seemd to hold my attention the best.

eventualy i got up and ventured around and passsing one of the bedrooms, i thought i heard one of the girls call for me, but when i looked, it didnt seem like anyone was there, but the door was noticably cracked. in any case i ventured on reaching the bathroom. after closing the door, i couldnt help but notice a great many

Photographs.

they were pinned taped glued whatnot all about the walls. the tenents family and loved ones i pressumed. i spent some time scanning the wall pondering them and their placements whatnot, wondering if some might be from tenents long since graduated from the house or whatever, as there was alot of pictures for to be just for us there. i looked for patterns, groupings etc. i didn't see any with me or any i might have placed. i saw a spot that i might could put a couple, but just as quick felt unconfortable with such a manuver and tossed the idea aside . . .

and i guess that's pretty much it. okay, last one. .

this one im only sharing even though it deals with me personaly i think, uh, just because. first part i was in a school gym on bleaches where at some point i just decided to go flying around all over the place- testing limits, makeing limits and no limits in flight speed distance height, falling impact whatnot. yet i stayed contained within the gymnasium somehow.

anyway when i got tiered of doing all that and upon exiting, a certain individual came up to me at the exit door and said some things to me. i didnt know why he was even talking to me, and didnt understand some of what he said. i pondered his appearance a molment to see if i might find a reason for his talkin to me like that- he wore simple normal cloths, and had a dirty, uh, maybe homeless looking kindof face. then i though could that be, yeah it was

Caligastia.

it was his angel form like in other dreams i had, except he was blending in with the spectators on the bleachers there i supose. then he said, "your just using me for entertainment." i looked back puzzled, forgetful of all the stuff i just did (didnt put that together). i was just gave like a, 'You are the one talkin to me', look.

he said something else odd, and i told him i didnt understand, though i pondered it. he asked me if i was tickleish. i walked away wondering what that ment, and i went on to another part of the dream wherein in the middle of which i realized that i had done the things before- that i had dreamed what i was doing before. i still continued with what i was doing, but at the same time looking for the little differences i could find concurrently.

anywho, thats it. hope all are well enough. : )

jason

[jason]

havnt share in while. . .here's a couple dreams i had 3 or for weeks ago . .

i remember being in an area, using video game terminology, id call it an open sandbox. that is to say, there were various people around and about and strucktures,, but there didnt seem to be any obvious rymn or reason of nessesity for me to follow,at least until i started noticing small various outbreaks of


zombie groups.


the zombie problem seemed to consistantly grow. as i traversed in and out of areas, it got a little more and more difficult getting around without running into these packs of 'plagued'individuals. at a certain point i was in some sort of cavelike structure with various wall types like some rock, some wood like plyboard and two by four lumber structuring, some drywall sections, some painted, some not. transistion areas varied also. some steps, some doorways, with and some without doors, and some areas were more cave like where as to traverse, slops, holes steep inclines and various rough terrain had to be managed.


so in this structure, it seemed there was maybe a dead end, from which i was venturing from, toward or through and along whereforto, i assumed towards an exit. insodoing i came unto an area infested with the zombie persons, where i had to hop down into like a drained rectangular inground swiming pool kinda area, that was shallower at top and quickly inclined much deeper. i considered a route that might lead me through with least confrontation, but confrontation seemed unavoidable if i was going to get past or move on. before i got myself into some unfortunate situation or another i notice someone else who seemed to be gettin through the mess alright enough.it seemed he already had a workin


method.


he explained to me that if i wanted to get passed, say, a group and even pass through and amongst, the trick was to just move and sound like one of them. so i tried it out.at first it seemed awkward but i presume i filled the role adiquite enough there. i got so near them, yet they rarely even seemed to pay me any attention. when one did, i simply stopped in my tracks and growled n stuff, even dropping to the gound clawing at it in random fashion, as if it was the natural thig to do. and, oddly enough, i was left alone.


at the lowest part of that area there was only one way to go. it was through a hole that was only big enough for really only one person to drop down into at a time. i saw the other guy drop down, and though. i had to more or less shove my way to it and moreso in actualy dropping in through the hole, i did so without any issues and once i was down there, , i supose i was at the


lowest level.


down there, that, though seemed like deeper in, seemed to be the only option for an out. i guess i moved down a hallway, where more people were and few or none of them were zombie like individuals. passing through that large hall of a sort and through a small entryway was one last room that seemed to be the end of the line, where quite a few others seemed to be trying to find some other way out of that last room, not willing or perhaps able to go back and to and through the ever growing hoards that filled now all the area from which we traveled from and through.


the last room had pipes that upon my inspection seemed to be water pipes and some gas lines, and there was some wiring also around and about the rocky, aparently underground walls. as i had climbed up the sloping wall to the upmost corner of what would be a celing that i could reach or manage there were wide plyboard wall inserts and inverted stairs, kinda, and some other wood and stone structuring seemingly preventing any exit. . . any and every attempt to remove any of the structure or if even the pipes bent too much, there was an everpresent danger of releasing some flow of


water.


in fact, another thing i noticed was that water was already dripping down and in the strange cavern room. seemed it was only a matter of time, if even a long time, before the floor might start holding some of this water, and so it became expiediant, at least to me, to attempt some risky manuver or another to attain a way out. the people of the room seemed to be increasing and as this room was at some end of the line point within the cavern mazes: zombies at one end, and the dam walls and doorways holding back a certain pressure of an unknowable amount of water i assumed.


at one point i had to convience people to stay calm as their stressing and rapid heart rates were causing and would continue to cause a very undesireable exelleration in a depleation of the oxygen in the room. many seemed to understand how thin the air already had become. others were looking for a way through, but there did not seem to be any way. pulling on one board might also pull loose a gas pipe, another a water pipe, and soforth . . .



finally i decided to just go ahead an do the only thing that i figured might at least create some odds for escape, at least for those that could swim against the strong current that i expected would surley ensue. i felt it an only hope to just pull down a board quickly and hold my breath and swim with more last resort hopes that the water above wasnt so much that i couldnt keep holding my breath until i reached some kind of surface or something. as i had considered the likely not so good consequinces, with my hands ready to pull down the watergate as it was, i heard somthing from beneath some of the uppermost reverse stairs. sounded like


voices.


i quickly stopped what i was doing and got to where i could press my face against the boards of the steps. i told others there i heard somthing, and tried to communicate by bumping my fist against those particular boards an directing hopfuly a sufficiantly raised voice toward them. as it turned out, somehow, a passage was opened that we could travel through to the upper constructs, but the voices i had heard, were in fact people up there, yet they seemed to be having some sort of overcrowding problem of their own where they were as well.


they seemed to be under orders to not let us up there, although they were allowed to transfer to us some various supplies. back in the cavern i searched around some hard to reach spot and found another passage spot and opened it. i went in far enough to grab a bottle of somthing i saw but not not far enough to be seen. i came back through and thought i might find another way. i ran into one of the upper area guards and they took my bottle saying that it was not one of the, i guess cheaper, supplies they gave to us, the lower cavern dwellers or whatever. i felt a little thought of that that wasnt fair to us but also that if they were having issues as well that that any consideration about the supplys might be fairly irelevant, as my next objective might ought to be to simply bypass all of that mess and keep travelling up or onward or whatever seemed workable, or possible i guess. i did make it up there and traveled through a maze of hiddin passages and whatnot of what seemed to be an actual house of many rooms, massive and of the sort i alyays call, frankinstiened together.


i think there was more that occured in this dream, but i draw a blank there at the molment.



so, i have these, back in school dreams from time to time. this one was simalar to the many others in that i remember traveling the halls, and as usual, not remembering where my classes or rooms locations were or what the subject matter consisted of exactly in each, so i just did what i usualy do when that happens: i look for a room, with space, that feels right, and will accept me in there with or without being on the books as such whereas if so might be said or proovable on paper that i belong there, whatnot.



so, im travaling through the halls, stopping now and again to look in a room, thinking to myself, no, not that one, . .not here, . .no that one's not it, .. i dont like the guys there at the doorway of that room, . . and soforth, untill i came to a room wherein i hardley remember picking, just that i think i was just tiered of looking and chanced walkin in there, just to see, i guess.


seemed to be a whole row of empty desks there on the side of room the entrance door was so i kinda tiptoed to one and sat, with some attempt at appearence that maybe i was just late and actually belonged in there. no one seemed to notice.


i just laid my head down on my folded hands and stared ahead, watching the teacher going over the subject matter for the rest of the students. i looked over and noticed i was less away from the more consolidated group, that is, a was actualy sitting with and amongst the group more or less suddenly. when i gave enough attention i could understand what the teacher was going over. i read it, realized i was actualy dreaming, but then figured any writtings on chalkboard, whatnot, would fade as i knew words usualy did, or if not they usualy rearrange themselves or change,whatnot, but this was one of the few times in a dream that they didn't. so i read them again. i realized they actualy still said exactly the same thing, so i did what i normaly do in that situation: i consider that i might actualy understand what was being related and moved onto question formulation. i thought i may have misspoke, or spoke my thoughts allowed out of turn or something maybe, because the teacher dedicated a molment seemingly directed more or less just to me explaining or elaborating on my expressed thought. i actualy had a brief agreeable little discussion on the subject, that i draw a blank on now, nontheless the transaction of thought, whatnot seemed and felt worthwhile enough.



and eventually i redirected my attention to a young lady next to me as she expressed somthing i felt, slightly too agreeable to me. flirting i suposed, yet i responded in a way that surprised myself. i was pretty sharp and short with her, and although i did appiceate her attention, i was content with the sudden lack of her attention subsequent to my somewhat cold responce, and i returned to my, um, easiest to describe might be, contentment in boardom and attentivness posture, and i retured again to staring ahead at the chalkboard or whatever.


eventualy the person setting in front of me was turned around somewhat in her seat doing somthing when she asked me if a bookbag that was laying on the floor next to me was mine. i didnt remember even having one when i snuck in there. i looked at it and though it looked familer, i thought it odd that it was pink. then i figured of course it was pink, even though i didnt really perfure that color so much. and indeed it was mine. so i responded yeah. she said she liked it, so i asked her if she wanted to trade. hers was similar but red. anyway i think she agreed but that's about all i can remember of that dream.





i think i had this one next, some thing happened but what i remember is being on a

schoolbus.

it completely full to the max of passengers. i was sitting at the front next to the busdriver, next to the steps on the floor. i couldnt see anything, and realized that on a real schoolbus it was against the law to sit where i was, but i also realized those particular laws didn't apply, as this wasn't a normal situation, with no stops, noone getting on or off. i talked to the bus driver who was also my friend aparently. .but eventualy we did stop, like as a break i supose and everyone was outside doing their various activities, whatnot. we stopped at a certain


house.


after getting out of the bus i explained that the house was abandoned and one which i lived once. i decided to take a short remenicant tour about the outside.. i think one of the doors was open so i went inside. there it seemed like maybe someone was living there. going into one of the bedrooms i noticed the decorations that this someone was using were stuffed animals from when i was a kid or somthing, like maybe the person found them laying about the property abandoned and forgotten and arranged them and everything to their liking. the arrangment style was odd to me whether they were old belongings or not, but knowing where the belongings ownership origionated helped me to understand why they were even there, as i found that it was an adult male who was using the abandoned house as a shelter and even a make shift home of sorts.

where others might see it as crazyness, i found there to be care given to things, long forgotten. i understood though he may not have known there origional uses persay exactly, or whatever, the man did realize that the things there, though he may have no use for, did belong to someone and had purpose at least at some time before, and the man seemed to show a certain respect to that with what i precieved to be his attempt at arrangment wheretofor mixed with wether things were revelant to him for actual use as reguards why things were where whatnot and soforth.



eventualy a came across the man and communicated with this shy nervous individual with respect and with relation to what i already knew without telling him how i actualy knew what i did or why i was so confident in and sincer in my method. eventualy i invited the others inside to attempt meaningful association with the man; for him some, but mostly for them. so they might learn from the situation and my inspiration, though niether did i tell them the why and wheretofor of my actual motivation point. so though as dirty and odd as things seemed, i understood completely and respected. him and the place. no lights, no water, no association, mental problems, etc. .the man was surviving, and concidering, surprisingly well, i thought.

i kept trying to figure out a way to inspire the man somehow, scaning always and asking him about how he felt about the various arrangments and placements and modifications on things about the house. finally i spotted it. he had cut some figures from a newspaper or somethin and arranged them proper and placed them between two thin plastic squarish sheets and enclosed it in a cheap lastic frame. this was it. i asked him to make one for me with pictures of my friends from the bus. i told him i would pay him and expressed how empressed i was at his creativity. i gave him many plastic sheets, many pictures, and frames and told him to just put them together as he saw fit, and expressed my confidance in his discression where as how placement should be or how many etc. the man seemed to agree. the begining of a meaningful relationship with many things being learned, i think, on both sides of the fence, so to speak.

[jason]

i had another schoolbus dream recently . .it was like a bus-train. schoolbuses linked together. i remember walking down the isles of each on looking for some shadow figure that i had a bow to, i guess, shoot it with. i remember thinking to myself tha i didnt have any arrows, and thought i might just have it appear as needed. made sense to me enough anyhow.

anyway near the end of the last bus car, i was at the front, like in the other dream, and i couldn.t puch through the isle of this on for there were so many people they were crammed in to the ceiling. somehow i new there was some sort of shadow cat creature hidding in amung the people. i was shot a few magical appeared arrows into where the isle would be . the arrows shouldnt go very far i thought i might hit somone accident but they couldnt or didnt. the shadow cat was pushing through at me down the isle and i saw the people part a bit there but the cat just collapsed. apparently i hit it a few times. it had a few arrows still hangin out of it.


anyway ill stop there .. . as always pardon mispells, all that. : )

[jason;^;]

i write these for me, but if other can find something helpful therein, all the better. glad you find them worth reading Dinah. : )