From Newsgroup: alt.dreams

This morning was a *tad* less usual than others, as I was *lacking any urge* to get up and do anything. All I wanted to do was sleep, as if there were a dream waiting to arrive, after which, I'd feel like getting up and doing things.
Well, seeing as how it's now past 11:30 AM, sure enough, napping on the couch has brought about the expected dream and consequential impulse to get up and get busy.
Starting back a bit further, and I'm unsure as to *when* exactly this dream / image was experienced / seen, but: within perhaps the past 24 to 48 hours, I (the dreamer) saw an image of a type of woven fabric in a field of darkness. Mind you, the entire scene was darkness *except* for the woven fabric, which looked like the *shape* of a "decently formed" human bowel movement, as if it had been one of a goodly vegetarian-based diet, although it possibly healthier, like with bits of meat, ham, bacon, sausage, bread, whatever. As there was no scale for comparison in the darkness, let's just say it was around 5"rCo6" in length, thus no more than -+"rCo1-+" in diameter, and tapered a bit at both ends, more like the shape of a tamped cigar, like a "round nose" or "full metal jacket" bullet point than a soft point.
Now sure, this *could* have just been a "light strand artwork" of a cigar. I'm just saying that the dreamer had the "sense" of it being a turd. What was *fascinating* was the lit cage-like structure of the strands outlining the shape of the darkness. For all I know, it could have simply been a view of the light structure, as whatever was *within* the structure was simply as dark as the rest of the background. And the wiring / strands were *roughly* lateral, rather than vertical, as if someone had taken an object {a turd or a cigar} and rapidly wrapped it with 3 or 4 winds of light strands, resulting in an appearance *reminiscent* of a tumbleweed.
Also, the "art form" was motionless, simply viewed as it was, a winding of light strands around a form of darkness, set within a background of darkness, as if an astronaut in deep space was seeing it also floating in space, with no other stars visible. And while the clarity was "sparkling clear" with respect to the strands of light, the fact that it was all a purely two-toned contrast between light and dark could *easily* give it a "clarity rating of 2" although a level 2 is something more "barely remembered" than simply "two-toned," giving this a rating of 7, as it may have been symbolic of something as simple as "the glory of waste"rCo that is, life / existence is a miracle, sure, yet also is the *consequence* of that existence: the waste that is recycled back into the "matrix" of existence, such as "the environment."
The reason I bring this "forgotten" dream / image / vision back to mind (and to this journal) is because of the *late* dream I had shortly before 11:30 AM this morning:
The Recycler:
IN REAL LIFE last night and today, the outside weather is *very blustery,* with winds *easily* in the 20rCo50 MPH range, and this blustery weather extends from the gulf states up the Eastern Central United States and along the East Coast (with "Lake Effect" snow storms in parts of southeast Canada, around the Great Lakes, like Toronto Ontario (Canada) through Buffalo New York (USA.)
IN REAL LIFE: In a home with at least one window open, even if only a crack to a few inches, blustery winds may easily cause a shut bedroom door to "whomp" a bit with the back & forth flow & ebb of the variations in air pressure with respect to the air pressure & currents on the bedroom side of the door, in contrast to the (different) pressure & (practically no) current (on the hallway side of the door.)
IN REAL LIFE: Simply sliding a piece of laminated paper (like a door hanger notification for emergency personnel) between the door and the jamb effectively "silences" the whomping effect/stills the door in the jamb.
IN THE DREAM: The dreamer is in a pleasant setting, similar to a country/rural style home, *similar* to a *new* mobile home, but *feeling* like a "frame-built," concrete foundation-based home.
The dreamer is hearing a steady sound, like a quiet, soft, electronic buzz, leading the dreamer to "investigate" (as in curiously following) the source of the sound, so as to identify just what the heck was causing it. The sound was different from that of an overhead light, or can opener, or any type of familiar electronic tool, but did have a *soft* grating sound to it, like it may have been a micro-fine rotary shredder of some type, something that could grate on the level of a millimeter rather than a larger grater that would pulp wood, yet larger than sandpaper.
Regardless, the dreamer followed the buzzing noise through what may have been a living room (all the walls were spotless, nearly luminous white, and the flooring *may* have been white linoleum or carpet, as it simply was not the focus of observation: the view was focused forward, as through the living room then through a hallway door.
Now here's an interesting effect: the first door opened by itself, "inward," as away from the dreamer's presence, as to allow the dreamer's perspective to flow into the (short) hallway. Yet this first door was "matched" by a second door, about 4'rCo6' further down the "hallway" (which was more like a short corridor, wider than the hallway of my childhood home) which *also* opened away from the dreamer's perspective, which flowed into a small room that seemed a bit like a mudroom (laundry area) which the dreamer did take a moment to investigate *slightly,* trying to take in whatever function the room was serving.
A quick note about the doors' *hinges*:
Facing the door, the *first* door's hinges were to the dreamer's left, so the door opened inward as if for a right-handed person using a knob on the right (although no knobs were visible. Come to think of it, neither were any hinges, yet the doors "swung open" as if there were.)
The *second* door's hinges were to the dreamer's right, as if a left-handed person would have used a knob on the left side, yet the door also swung open inward.
Now *it is *VERY POSSIBLE* that my recollection of these hinge positions may be reversed* such that the first door's hinges were on the left, the second on the right, etc., but the main gist is that they *were* hinged on *opposing sides* and they *both* opened *inward* towards the small room at the end of the hallway.
It seemed to be like a type of "garbage closet," as the room was only about 3'rCo4' deep (from the point of entrance) although it *could* have been deeper. The doors just passed through (possibly the "doors of perception"??) were not even considered as the dreamer was looking at the wall area directly ahead (like, running left-to-right rather than near-to-far) and the area *directly ahead* of the dreamer's view was a bit like a wall panel, of roughly 2-+'x2-+', centered at about eye-level or *possibly* a few inches lower (so the dreamer may have been "shorter" than my physical being of just over 6') and the buzzing noise seemed to be from the room (possibly the panel) in which the dreamer was standing.
I *think* the dreamer may have pushed a button (like "OPEN" or such) consequently opening the panel in some manner, such that the dreamer saw an area within the panel, a bit like a very small pantry, not too deep (maybe 1'rCo2-+'?) with 2 or 3 items in the small room.
ONE of the items was a small box, of maybe 2-+"x2-+"x2-+", with a lid that fit over the top with sidewalls, a bit like a hat box or shoe box. ON the box was the word, plainly written (tho perhaps in pencil): "Silk" (mixed case, no punctuation, no other description.)
The dreamer *retrieved* that box, yet for some reason avoided looking into it to determine its contents, yet there *was* the desire to *look*, but there was other action taking place that "pulled focus" as they say, that "drew the dreamer's attention" to the action that was occurring:
There was a change to the steady buzzing sound, that resembled the end of a machine cycle, and sure enough, a small "brick" of shredded material became visible within the small pantry, as if it had "just arrived" yet was identical to another "small brick" of "shredded material" that was then visible, as if it had been there all that time, yet the dreamer simply hadn't noticed it in the scene *until* the arrival of the newer brick.
Each brick was *roughly* 6"x3"x3", although the newer brick *may* have been a wee tad smaller (perhaps in weight?) that then first brick (although neither was "picked up" as if to "weigh" them.)
The dreamer *attempted* to read the labels on the bricks, particularly the newer one, and although it was "legible within the dream" it was also *partially unclear* as if there may have been too much written there to take it all in, somewhat like the ingredients on a jar of modern peanut butter, that is *far more* than simply "peanuts and oil."
Part of the label seemed to indicate the shredded content as suitable for compost or kitty litter, and although it *seemed* as if it was composed of a lot of shredded paper and possibly plastic, gave the dreamer the impression that it was totally biodegradable after some fashion, and that the small pantry / mudroom *may* have been for a type of storage for the purpose of recycling material content (of whatever nature.)
As the cycling ended, the dreamer was reaching (his?) right hand into the pantry, apparently to examine either the bricks or possibly any other item(s) that may have been within the pantry, when the front panel began to cycle shut. *IF I recall correctly,* it was coming from the bottom up, but had a curved-inward leading edge, and as the dreamer's hand / wrist was still "inside" the pantry area, there was a *very slight* momentary tinge of fear, but by simply pulling the arm / hand outward, the dreamer freed the hand from the closing "gate" / panel.
The gate/panel itself had a *soft* feel to it, like it was possibly steel covered with an outer layer of maybe a few millimeters of a *soft* ("supple"?) plastic/vinyl. The phrase "absolutely firm, yet gentle" seems applicable to the "feel" of that gate. Overall clarity: 8+ / 9+, due to the whiteness of the rooms, the observation of the doors (it was unclear, however, as to whether the doors were somehow "automatically responding" to the presence of the dreamer, yet *without* any sense of "mechanical" activation, or whether they were simply being "blown open" as the dreamer may have been traveling along within a current of wind. However, my "sense" is that they opened as a function of some "spiritual" nature, such as how door greeters at a church or funeral parlor may open doors as a matter of human decency / courtesy / nature. The "feel" of that gate closing was actually closer to perhaps a 10-.
The *impression* I have of the dream is that it *may* be "analogous to" the process of cremation, as my elderly mother *may* pass before I do (and yes, that *is* questionable, as no one knows very far in advance the time and manner of one's own end) which would make the two "recycled bricks" in some way analogous to 1) the *newer* brick, perhaps representing my mother's cremains, and 2) the *other* brick, which *could* be analogous to how my father donated his body to a medical center for training students. What came back afterward was his cremains, which were then placed in the ground of his plot at Evergreen Cemetery.
Then again, it *could* be a future glimpse of how homes of the future will have built-in automatic trash recyclers, designed to *reduce to biodegradable bricks* the refuse of the household (which would make a bit more sense of that electrical grinding/buzzing noise.)
Something to think about:
biblehub.com/interlinear/matthew/10-28.htm And be not afraid of those killing the body, and are not able to kill the soul, but fear rather Him who is able both soul and body to destroy in Gehenna.
[+U+#b+|] [++b+|] [-a+++#+|b+u-a+++|] [b+C-Cb++] [-ab+|++] [b+C-C+++|-a+|++++-i++-a-e++] [-ab++] [-ab+|+++#] [-ab+|++] [+|b+#] [-e-a-cb+|++] [++b+|] [+|-a+++#+++!++-e++] [b+C-C+++|-a+|b+u+++#+|]; [-a+++#+|b+u-a+++|] [+|b+#] [++b+|++++++++] [-ab++++] [+|-a+++4+++|++++++] [+|+#b+|] [-e-a-cb+|++] [+|+#b+|] [-ab+|+++#] [b+C-C+++++!-a+#+|] [b+E++] [+|+|+!++++b+a].
[Kai] [m-o] [phobeisthe] [apo] [t+in] [apoktennont+in] [to] [s+ima] [t-on] [de] [psych-on] [m-o] [dynamen+in] [apokteinai]; [phobeisthe] [de] [mallon] [ton] [dynamenon] [kai] [psych-on] [kai] [s+ima] [apolesai] [en] [geenn-o].
[And] [not] [you should fear] [of] [those] [killing] [the] [body] [the] [however] [soul] [not] [being able] [to kill]; [you should be in awe of] [however] [rather] [the [One]] [being able] [both] [soul] [and] [body] [to destroy] [in] [Gehenna / hell].
[And you should fear NOT of those killing the body, however, the soul not being able to kill; rather, however, you should be in awe of the One being able to destroy both soul and body in Gehenna / hell.]
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From Newsgroup: alt.dreams

Strange "carport"
Awkward "gathering"
Just so you know, last night (a few hours *before* bed, which was around midnight) I attended (by Zoom) one of the "Chris Duncan" / "Magnetic Mind" seminars. (They're week-long sessions, held perhaps once or twice a year, and are free for the signing up, although make no doubt about it, he's looking for fish to take up the "$100 bait" opportunities offered throughout the week / (one meeting a day, for 5 days.) (If interested, here's a starting link: christophermduncan.com/courses rCo but I *highly recommend* FIRST getting a "Red Letter Edition" of the New Testament and studying the first 4 booksrCo Matthew, Mark, Luke and JohnrCo and studying *only* those Words "Written in Red"rCo That will help a *lot* of this start to make sense.)
A little bit about *just what* the "Magnetic Mind" approach is all about: It's a method of [opening the mind to the creative structure / process] to allow *radical* (nearly "instant," nearly "miraculous") adjustments to an individual's personality / psyche, basically "removing" obstacles that impede a person's progress. In short, it gets you from point "Now A" (old, existing life) to point "Now B" (new, future-present life) by simply "leveling the playing field" in a way, in basically just a few moments (like a 5 or 10-minute meditation period) which is *very similar* to hypnosis, but with a positive, life-affirming consequence.
Now this is something I've only "barely" studied, but it's been more along the lines of: "That's *so similar* to Christianity / what Jesus teaches!" that it's becoming more like, "Oh, so *that's* what Jesus is sharing in His teaching!" although there's a *bit* of "that seems just a tad 'off' from what Jesus teaches" or "the teaching of Jesus reveals a "true" version of this that you (Chris) *could* benefit from, if you ever decided to 'listen' to Him."
Thus, while I've been listening to Duncan's session(s) it's more like listening to a non-Christian preacher teaching *pretty much* a LOT of the same principles that are taught in the New Testament, although clearly from a "secular" perspective. For example, referring to "God the Father" as the "Super-Conscious." Referring to "pick up your cross daily and follow Me" as "letting go of" your old self (aka "sinful ways.") The concept of "imagining your new life" as akin to "With God, *all* things are possible" (although Jesus teaches the precept in an *infinitely* capable manner, whereas Duncan appears to have a bit of a limited, finite, earth-based perspective.)
So with that bit of an introduction of contrast, here are two of the dreams from last night / this morning:
Strange "carport": Very little of this dream is actually remembered, but it somehow involved an individual (who seemed to be the "main guy" of the dream) with a type of vehicle, *similar* to a large farm-type "combine-harvester" (wikipedia.org/wiki/Combine_harvester) with a type of "racing spoiler" (the type of tail fin used by fast cars to keep their tires firmly on the road) that was the width of 3 or 4 cars beneath an awning, such as at a gas station designed for a large number of vehicles pulling in and out, side by side with room to spare.
I can report this general width because of what happened in the dream scene: Whatever it was that the (only) character was driving was pulled underneath such an awning, and then the "spoiler" was *raised* in a fashion, as if it were being used to *support* the awning in some manner. That was basically all there was (that I could remember) of this first scene, clarity 8-ish (mainly due to presence of the "what was *that* all about?" factor.)
Awkward "gathering": This is one wherein the dreamer was *wearing* clothes that were *very* princess-like, such as what a young girl at a costume, Hallowe'en, or slumber party might wear for fun. And yes, the dreamer felt *very* awkward wearing this outfit, as if thinking / sensing, "WHAT am I *doing* in *this outfit*?!?!"
Then, without skipping a beat, the dreamer felt as would a father doing some type of "dress up" stunt just to make his daughter happy, like, "Don't all dads do this kind of inane, silly stunt at some point or another (as for a young daughter)?"
So, going with the *premise* that *perhaps* "he" was dressed like a "princess" of some sort *may* have been for a "make your daughter child happy" type event, the dreamer began noticing the outfit itself, namely, the *light pink* color that was noticed at first, and also the "ballerina" tutu-type appearance, *similar* to this one
( i.etsystatic.com/14572646/r/il/e8a029/1454808128/il_fullxfull.1454808128_1ctc.jpg )
but mind you, a few points: 1, this post is likely to *way* outlast that link, and 2, it's really only a general likeness, as the view in the dream wasn't that clear regardless, like, "How well can a guy *see* the *tutu he's wearing*, anyways?"
So then there's the view of the floor area, which appears well *spotted* with dirty areas, like someone walked in wearing their clod-hoppers from the barnyard or something.
There was a small group of girls, all around maybe age 7 or 8 to 9 or 10, and there was the *sense* that they were headed or needed to sit on that floor for some reason, so the dreamer (wearing a tutu, remember!) had something like a "bridal train" composed of a type of pink mesh netting used to affix flowers of various types, possibly roses included, yet without any stems or thorns, just the flowers themselves, like from the tip-top end of the "receptacle" / bottom of the "sepal" / sepals, upwardrCo the flower itself. This train / flower-impregnated mesh netting was simply "tossed outward" ahead of the dreamer, like a person might throw a rug upon a floor, and all the little girls sat upon it, likely thankful for avoiding having to sit in the mud, but let's not kid ourselves here, they *may* have had *zero* mindfulness of the gesture *at all.* For all they may have been aware, someone had simply laid out a very nice place for them to sitrCo and they satrCo all looking forward (backs to the dreamer's perspective) as if watching a show that was a bit of a distance ahead of them.
Now I *sincerely* believe this dream was, in some manner, a *direct* consequence of the "recode" / meditation process of the Chris Duncan seminar. That's what the "super-conscious" does: it simply writes (rewrites) a narrative in such a manner as to produce the "field" of existence that "frees" the mind of the individual(s) within the "recode" so as to achieve the end result of a "deliberately perceived" outcome. Very much like: "Think it, See it, Be it." (That's my line, but I believe it pretty much sums up what the lengthier session of Chris Duncan was aiming to achieve.)
At any rate, the clarity of that particular segment / dream / experience was at about a 9++ / 10-. I mean, the *sense* of "WHAT am I *doing* in a TUTU?!?!?" was *unmistakable!*
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