Dream Again

[jason]

i was in a house with some family. the house (ours) had recently be reorganize whatnot, to be likened unto a creative mc esher like artwork. i venture on a tour of the stairs up across down over etc, the houses lighting became quite darkened and mist clouds floated here and there. all was the apearance of construct that one might see on halloween, or somthing.

i woke, then drifted back to the same place . . woke again, and the house lit up. i didnt see my family anywhere, but instead more and more people began filling the place all preforming some party endevor. . .not with confettie and streamers and cake, but with alchohol and drug use and the like. i eventualy sought to remove some of these peoples, tellin them to go whatnot. then i encountered a small group, who appeared fairly sadistic. already had nife pulled , i decide to try and avoid him, buthe stuck me through the chest multiple times. was quite painful, so i called for Father's help to pull out of the dream, and with the effort usualy requiered for a selfawaken task instant as such, i woke.

back asleep, i retured to the house again, people still growing in numbers there, and nothing i could do to effect anythin, so i thought to make and exit. first though i looked in places where family might be, and not finding any i thought to go outside. . . and yep, the sadisic group showed up again. started with the long knife in the chest again. i determined these guys were not going to stop, so i pulled my own weapon and returned te favor. he appeared unhurt, i say to him you actualy like this dont you? he seemed to agree. i thought , this isnt fair, it hurts me. a voice over, perhaps one of the knife wielders said somthing to my faults in real life. so i reverted back to calling to Father again, kind of hoping he wasnt mad or anything that same thing kept happening to me. . and traveled back to the awake world again. .

back asleep. same place. hugh, this time i i figured be nice to these persons. one guy was like, will let ya go for fifteen dollars and somethin i forgot what, i thought, im not given these guys anything. so i tell em i didnt have any money in the house, but id look around.

so im giving these guys a tour of the house they invaded. showing them all the stuff they have acsess to and accomidations, and all the while looking in random spots were id didnt find the stuff the wanted. so finaly i lost sight of them and closed myself in a bathroom. there was guy giving other guy a cigerett burn tatoo in there. i expresed my desire to leave, while glancing at the window. they asked what id do. i explain a rought i could take down and around house toward a location a few block distance throught woodlands. they say, that the sadistic ones would get me if i did that easy. i look confused. then they say what i shoud do is, and began to explain a rought but then silence like a concusioun grenade went off so i jumped out window, slid, quietly the three stories back to ground and took off.

but i didnt make it anywhere and i was getting stuck in heart and lungs and various again with long blades. on my back on ground this time. i thought, i can take it, think up somethin, but it was painful, so with my head i discrace i call out to Father again. . . travel to awake. and thought to stay awake so that didnt happen again.

back asleep, i was at the location i thought to escape to out the winow of last dream. people still chasing me around, but this time i cauculated their movments and avoided being aprehended again and again. i had tofloat and fly around to do so. most of them finally gave up. there was one who i though was going to be a serious problem, but he was willing to comunicate, and after the conversatio, we decided we were alike dispite obvious and extream differances and parted in peace.

then it was crowded rooms i think, but full of people like me situation, more or less. . .i went out side to sit in the grass where many others were i supose were being taught stuff while waiting for transposrt . for some reason i didnt want to get on the normal bus. . i got in line with the mental disabled peoples. bus everyone would fit a piece in to a small puzzle, makeshift, and inbedded, kinda in the exterior of the doorframe before getting on. i touched it and had troubles so i just pushed some peices around for easy acsess. the ticket bus lister person know i wasnt suposed to ride that bus, and let me on anyhow, relief to me as someone might not fit on this bus cause i take spot. i was curious, the ticket lady called over two other to get on too. and they didnt look like they quite belonged there either. i thought to myself, that's pretty cool.

[jason]

in this dream ,
i was venturing about a house i lived, and apon coming to the side door id noticed that it was left open. i imetiatly moved to pull it closed and as i turned the lock, i found it being difficult, like those outside were preventing it to be latched completely.

after some distraction, they made it inside. the intruders seemed to be a sort of

family.

they were a man, woman and three small children. since they were they, i worked busily to assess what food was avalible, setting aside rations for the young ones, and trying to keep out of sight other stashes of food, whatnot, where as things would last for as i thought would be better. the parents never seemed to tend much to the kids about anything, and i hoped they were to make efforts to find a place for themselves, somehow, or somewhere, where i could be relieved of tending to the things that needed doing for the kids.

the kids seemed to require constant direction and attention. they became destructive, rude, whatnot left to themselves too long. in doing things for them and with them though, also required much extra effort; particular, variant, and with much care. evenstill as i endevored, it semed only half or or so of my efforts had an immetiate effect, positive wise, whereas they curbed their attitudes unto almost plesant, productivelike, allthat.

the more i attended the three small ones and even a bit for the two adults, and even as i felt like the situation might be somewhat reasonably managable, it happened at a couple of intervles that all sudden there seemed to be even more of

the children.

from three, there was five, then seven, . . and still my attention was constant and nessisary, for without, the kids would for instance, have the furnace turned ut to extream, creating a fire hazard but also making the rooms so hot, and i had to jugle as such that even while turning down the various flame pipes i still needed to exert care random to the busybodies that were the kids never resting, always doing, always problems. time could not be saved. attention to things, even if the outcome was for them, seemed to be non benifitial, because unless i could do as such in their imitiate presance, thenthe troubles quickly grew.

the only way, and there was absolutely not resting in this, but giving them proper (various for their ages and needs) in groups was best but individualy was okay except as there were more of them, had to move faster on individual basis. they would be alright for a few seconds when i did right, and very slowly, the troubles were kept at bay or reversed somewhat. i would even here a little one talking to one of the parents, and the parent say somthing like, really he say that to you?! i a happy surprise, and kid respond proudly, whatnot. . .but eventualy, it was that there was

a problem.

i was growing weary. i needed rest. at one point i was moving so fast and moving and doing so much that in stead of choosing wether to eat, or rest, or clean, etc, i had no time to do any, nor did it seem like there ever would be time. i suposed id just collaps eventualy. i sought options. get rid of them. get the parents to do something,. . .anything. i could call police or the like and just have them removed. i consided that maybe they were used to invading peoples homes, consuming all, wearing the owners, and then tactifuly and decitfuly turning and precieved attack on themselves back on the attackes, and contunued to consume until electric, water, whatnot, shut off, all consumed, they moved to next victom, as it was.

i did not wish to be another victom, nor did i wish them harm. still managing to rotate my attention unto them, i began issung a thought here there, now again, such as: "eventualy you will have to do something different" ÿou may not like it" "parents, you may not be able to be productive with these unmanagable little ones, but temp foster care, and build yourselves up and. . .", "kids, you may enjoy, going somewhere temp so you can get full attition, interesting attention, will be okay, might have neat experiances, so your parents can get better. . .""so on and soforth.

these thoughts and statments i implided or stated, did not seemed to be accepted well, but all the while i had developed a full proof and exaustive plan where as to set in motion a chain of events where as all of them would each be moved to a new position or place where such things would occur, all in one go . .with one phone call. and so i bided time until i knew chances were best. . . woke after that.

[jason]

this dream i thought was interesting i had last night.

i forget first part, . .at one point there was an individual, (form of someone i know, but dont nessisarily like), who was or seemed to be after me or out to get me. i tried various things to shake em, hurt em, whatever to keep him away. and every time he'd just be right back, and made me feel problems, or i had to defend against various attacks, whatnot.

was like a form of hell, or torture i supose. anyway, the interesting part came when i suspected something and was satisfactorly confirmed in same. . . it was at the point i guess i decided whatever all the methods i used or would use to get ride of em, were useless, pointless, all that, then it came to me: i asked him statingly, "you are me".

it seemed like that had to be correct, because all my assosiations with said person (myself) were much more cooperative after that. . more or less. . .

later i asked, again statingly, "so you have all the qualities of me that are for . . (such and such, i forget actual qualites now, but many were likened unto some protective status generaly).

and so it was, i continued to attempt cooperations with . .uh, myself, whereasto acomplish various odd tasks (easy and challenging alike), and with even having some degree of sucsess with the endevers.


okay then . ..please pardon mispells

[jason]

this dream was one of those repeate of sme theme or event in same dream types. . .

the first occurance of the event i dont remember well, but ill describe the same aspects that it shared with the other two.

it would start with me noticing a

glowing yellow-orange object in the sky.

i would be doing something or having some adventure or another when i happened to look op and notice it up there and decided to move to a location that might be close or more to where my position would be as directly beneth it as i could get.

on my way to the object, i was either pondering very loudly, or telling someone with me that the glowing object, which wasint round but somewhat elongated, or was like a close up glowy ufo with a quarter inch glow trail attached as appeared from where i saw.

things i thought or said were about how i thought it was important, and that it would be good the investigate, and how i hoped it would still be there as i got closer.

and i drew closer, and each time id look up, there it would be still. it seemed that when i got to within a certain perameter, it happened. . . what it was is one of them difficult to put into words, . .ill just call it the

knowing\connection.

knowing in that all the things i suspected about the object (manythings words dont describe well), and connection, in that it was, i guess, link with the source of the object, that brought also a very powerful, pure type feeling that just isnt had ever inrealtime life on earth as things go.

all of the sudden, i just knew and was aware of things, especialy around and about my own imeatiate presance. i could see clearly see things that normaly would take painstaking hours just to first formulate a working thought about, and then sometimes years to experiance some brief passing of some example of said learning (though the time might be extented in experiance depending on how and howlong i pondered etc.)

things i thought to hope for or understand were then certain and sure, avalible and auto acssesable. and i say i know it also because, well nothing else compares well to such and experiance (devoid of contradictions, dogmas etc.), except for a dream i had where i experianced some of what it would be like for the raptured individuals . .uh, pure joy-like, all incompassingnessly so.

But! unlike being in happy rapure and going to plesant like status, this event im trying to relate, had a certain joy factor too, yet there, in the knowingness of it all, there was still work to do.

you know, like it would be a all enjoying experiance and all that, but not everyone around was in the same boat, so to speak. also in this awarness, was and energy wherefor this further work could be acomplished.

i add so much extra discription here just cause im not sure how else to do it without making it sound like some thing a U-bite wrote : )

so, in moving on . . .

after those things i was back to doing variousness again, trveling about, and dealing with issues, and forgetting about the describe event when i saw it again.

the glowy object appeared as same, and i remembered again what happened when i ventured to it, and hope it might again. so i set of towards it, thinking that it would be gone by the time i got there frequently enough.

and again, at or within that same certain peramiter of the oject in the sky, it happened again.

almost overwelming all that i described, plus additional knowingness in that i already knew somewhat what to expect, and therefor had an extra boost of a feeling of knowing what to do, all that and soforth.

now, later i was back to the various again.
rideing with some old friends in their truck, when i spotted it again (glowything). i sorta had been looking out for it just incase as such by now, and when id spotted it again, i persuaded friends to park as close to its position as the roads would allow and i hopped out to venture up the hill sorta climing through the dense wheat like plants that grew on it.

again i worried always that it would be gone when i got close. and at the, i guess, designated distance the event unfailingly occured yet again.

the knowing\connectioness lingerered a bit longer this time though. i entered a, i supose, churchlike building with various peoples moving about within.

i used my extrapercepion on them and gathered the information that i did (none of which was too plesant). i focused on one particular lady, who i figured as all there didnt realize that they appeared as they did to me (ill just use word unplesant), yet perhaps she suspected in part at least for she said to me some thing like, "so is not what you thought" or "so now you dont want to .. " or something to the power of the people there were a bit vial and may or maynot notice as such, and my associations therefor might proove challenging, though she didnt seem to say exactly as such but her words sounded as though they did.

i put my thoughts on the matter aside, and ventured passed to a certain door in the back. it led to a

stairwell jail.

the people that let me in described a dark spirit like creature that stayed in there and to beware. these people were very frightend of it. apparently there was a couple of prisoners there and i wished to see them more than i was worried about any of the dark powers that prevailed therein.

traveling through and up ther first flight of stairs i noticed many apples on the ground. some riper than others but all looked as though one bite had been taken from each. some of which looked like claw markings, whatnot. when i saw these i remembered the power an uneaten (i guess) apple had to ward off terrible creatures of the dark, all that, so before continuing up further beyond where anyone else would go i asked for an apple, and i was surprised to be handed one almost instantly. i tried to explain the purpose of my need of an apple and continued on up the stairs.

at a certain point i came to a bared cell containing

two children.

a boy and a girl. i looked at them with the extra perception, and say these two did not apear in any way vial as all the others below. i talked with them, and told them about the apple and its monster warding ability, and they said they already knew and was how they had remained there so long without being any sort of victom of the dark spirit creature.

i remember commenting in that it did not appear that they were effected at all by whatever dark monster suposedly scary all villagers, whatnot below. also it seemed as if these two would be safer in the jail than they would comingling with the populations below, so i talked with them about getting somewhat used to the idea for a bit, but that i would come back and get them out. they obviously didnt want to just stay in that room, but seemed to have already accepted the idea before i even got there to talk to them.

so i ventured back to the

hills of fields.

out there there eventualy appeared a couple of ladies that acted as if they wanted to care for the two jail kids. i noticed one of em's eyes were quite black. i looked again to make sure i saw right, and they were all the blacker even turning into a visor cyclops like eye of same color. i acted like all was fine, and i suposed it was. she asked somthing like, "you know who i or we are right?" i was just like yeah. . .and casualy added that id simply kill her if she didnt or did whatever it would be that thatwould warrent as such. i had a sharpened stick, bow type at this time. . .

theres lots of stuff im leaving out, but i just thought the glowy thing was interesting. thanks again. : 1

[jason]

i supose i havnt had alot of time for dreaming lately, nevertheless i had this one. . .

most of the events seemed to deal with

Moving.

alot of the happenings are scketchy, but i remember trying to continuously make arrangments for the movement of things. always deciding what to keep and what not so much. where to leave what and concidering its left behind usefulness, and what to keep, and where to temporarily store it for later retrevial, or acsess, saftey, whatnot.

i seemed to partialy get things and myself moved a bit here and there. more and more together, yet not. eventaly i got to the location of my grandpa's auto salvage parking lot. there it seemed that i had condenced what i could into and about a

few vehicles.

one of them i remember didnt even run. one kinda did. another was the current one i was using, and they all were parked next to one another, and were somewhat larger models of their respective makes. once i was there i sorted through the cars a bit to get what was to be kept and moved to where i might not have to transposrt as such again for a while.

of all the areas on the piece of property, it was in the office area of my grandpa's

Barn-like auto salvage.

it was even still open for buisness at the time. i just found a corner near the doorway to the loft an began transfering the items from one of the cars in the parking area to there.after a little while and after some associations with (aparently all of them where therre somewhere) my family all about the property, i was content that all was good with that job, yett at the same time i was doing those things, there happened to be a small band of people who seemed to be prepairing to stay where i was also, and apparently were prepaired to pay a certain amount of rent intervaly so they could stay and be free as such to just do whatever they wanted, i suposed. i also suposed they might be in a simalar position as myself . .between a rock and some hard place or another. so i made attempt to provide equal opertunity so to speak, that is not to take special privalage over their's as grand pa was grand pa to me, but they did not know him as such, at least at that time.

so it was, apon returning to the area i had place those things earlier wherefor to set them up proper as it was, all i placed there had been

Moved.

at first i thought they might have been gathered up by someone acidentaly with thier own things or thought they were doing another a favor by transfering those things. at thet time, instead of the two or three that was apparently agreed on at start, their seemed to be more and more people filling the place.some also brought many of thier own things to set up. most of the items the people had concisted of just beding and various musical instruments, such as guitars (i had place two myself with my things) drums, sound boards and such.

i asked around who moved the things at the location i had placed them. noone seemed to know. i looked about upstairs in loft area. still noone knew, and they consentrated more and more on setting up the music equipment and eventualy completely ignoring me. i saw what was going on up there and decided that there was no way i was setting anything up up there as it was just going to be noisy up there so i wanted to make sure my things were not up there.

i never found any of the things i was looking for anywhere around so in passing i commented that if i do not find my things than everyone was going to leave. one hearing this immeatiately wanted to go ahead and pay me for his presance there. i declined then he insisted i take a check. i tell him my grandpa hates checks and he just kinds forces it into my hand. was of little concern to me at that point. i looked all about, seeing to things that resembled my own but apparently was not because of the expression on the face of the one to which it apparently did while watching my inspection.

finaly, not finding my belongings among them, i was true to my word. i announce that all must leave. none of them liked the idea, but seemed to understand and reversed their actions, where as i percieved others though in saying somthing in agreement with the unfortunate turn of events toward them, but had no intentions of really making any action likewise. if anything some thought to try and change the situation their own selves by trying to uverrule my decicion somehow. and when i was sure that the could not except that possible that they keep me tied up in some closet somewhere secretly or by killing me, i thought it might be a good time to depart.

when i left them, i did not go the obvious way, by the road, whatnot, but instead took an odd route over some rough terrain around back, hoppin a fence in towards and through the junkyard. i plotted a couple of possible routes, but i had to move quickly cause i was already being persued.

i began having difficulty moving very fast as happens in dreams as such, and when i looked behind me i saw eddie brock, or someone who was wearing the actual alien symbioit suite known as venom, from the marvel spiderman comicbook. i briefly thought of how short my lifespan would be when he caught up to me and how much more quickly he was moving than i was. i reached another taller fence with barbed wire and stopped. i turned to face him. he came towards me and just went on passed. by then the people were getting closer and leading them was another, even less stable individual with alien symbioit suit, known as

carnage.

so i prepaired to confront him also. unexpectely to me he spoke to me calmly. i had a very brief conversation with him about the circumstances, and just as we concluded, the group arrived. he turned to them. he told them that he didnt know who they were anymore. i thought he might turn on them, but he seemed to disapear. . .the group, who i didnt wish to harm were going to act out their plans. i figured now, id have to confront them. they grabbed me and i bit and broke two or theree different persons fingers and grabbing the barbed wire at top of fence with them still pulling at me i made it over and started seeing others around. my mom pulled up on a yellow crotchrocket style motercycle (very odd), an sought to comply and bring me to another in some position and rank in a certain house. i realized though she may have intentions, actual proper knowing i think she had not. and so the guy seeing my hands bloody from the barbed wire, i told him they were fine. i was told the group had just shot their guardian. one who lived in the house, even before they stormed the salvage. he kept telling me things were okay and all, i just sought to leave there and do what i knew needed doing, as i didnt trust him and hardley so my mom at that point.

i woke around then. my hands hurt like i just slid them across some barbed wire or something, which was kind of odd, so i figured i might share this one.

i hope the holidays have been and continue to go reasonably well for everybody. thanks for time. : )


jason

[jason]

Aug 10, 2014 8:22:38 GMT -5 Augusto said:

Hi there folks....just woke up had a few strange dreams last night or overnight......here comes the one you need to know about...I guess.

There was this stage, it was big, curtains and all that.....On the left was a man sitting at a desk and Obama walked right towards him...said hi....

And then Obama asked him...so youre concerned about me taking over?....well I am taking over.....Obama turned around and walked towards the right

side of the stage...while doing so, he had this big book in his hand...the book was red and had some symbols on the cover I could tell it was a

hardcover book.....the symbol was...well at least one of them was a cross and then he hid it inside of his jacket...Obama sat at the desk on the

right side of the stage...and I remember saying to myself...its all happening, then I looked out the window and asked..Caligastia where are

you?....then when Obama sat down he asked a question: Is there any healthcare in this country or healthcare system in this country?

Thing is that his question was healthcare related..why? I dont know...end of the dream.

If Obama decides its time to make a scene. .this dream Agusto had would actually start makin sense now. (Just an observation.)