Date of dream: Sunday, June 27, 2004
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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I'm back in the service. I meet a nice black couple. I borrow their Mercedes to go visit some people.
I run into my ex-step brother Tim. I let him drive and he goes to park in a garage. He parks really
messed up and he tries to park. He does a terrible job parking us btetween a wall and another car. He
tries to back out and hits the side of the wall. I get upset and get in the drivers seat. I am trying to
back out but there isn't enough room so I keep accidently bumping into the wall each time I try to angle
it out more. I finally get to where I am getting it out far enough and bump the back of it into the same
wall trying to get all the way out. After I finally get us out I get out to inspect the damage to find none
at all.
We go to a restaraunt and we meet a bunch of pairs of girls. I offer one of them a ride. We are going
to take them back to their dorm. As we are driving I notice we aren't in a car anymore but a wide flat
skateboard type motorized vehicle. It has no top and it starts raining. We are getting wet but instead
of getting upset I rather enjoy it.
On the way I start to remember a precognitive dream I had about our trip in this funky vehicle we are
driving in. I tell them about it. It is not a dream I recall from my waking self but a dream I remember
from the dream self I am at that moment. I begin relaying other dreams that I am recalling about
other precognitive instances. One in which I relay someone getting killed. I am telling them about it
from my dream self memory and dream memories.
We finally get them back to their dorm and they ask me to wait outside this gate that opens to an
outside patio area. I wait for awhile and them become a bit impatient. I go inside and they are talking
about religion. I go into my diatribe about religion and all. I start telling them I find religion a bit
offensive to God, especially the bits about lost souls. I ask her friend if she thinks God is such a dolt
that he would actually be able to lose any souls? Her friend gets upset and goes into their dorm. The
girl who I gave the ride to looks at me as if to say how insensitive I was to her friend and her beliefs.
She follows her in. I wait outside then finally go into this dayroom and apologize to her friend. We all
sit down and watch some television.
Additional Comments:
It was the first night of our second M-PLDA Project (Linking with each other via our Totems/Guides). No
lucidity but this rather unusual Dreamtime adventure.
Date of dream: Friday, May 28, 2004
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
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Me and my mother are both preachers who have moved to a church in Richville, Texas. The people are
very earthy and Bible-thumpin...
We have a huge feast and everyone is getting along really well. I can tell these people are going to
have a bit of a rough time accepting us and our type of preaching. The Church is about halfway full.
For some reason my mother is cooking and letting me take care of the preaching. I throw out a couple
of packs of cigarettes to the parishioners so they can have a smoke. I go to do something and when I
come back the entire congregation is dancing away. Very well I might add. Dosy dohing and all.
Finally everything slows down and everyone takes their seat. I grab a mobile type microphone (Like
the one we use at work) and begin preaching. I am about to go off into my spiel about not believing in
Satan, when I am struck by an inner voice telling me to teach it the way they believe it. So I am going
on and on about God loving us so much that he allowed His Son to come down and be tortured to save
our butts from the Devil. And I am unable to speak very well. My voice gets weaker and weaker as
the emotion from understanding the kind of love and sacrifice I am relaying in the Sermon.
Additional Comments:
I am not sure but this might be related to work. At one point I remember remarking about this being
the Jewel of Henderson...Then I changed it to the Jewel of Richville. Passing out free cigarettes is
something we do at work as well..for serious players that is...Tying it all into the rest of it however does
not seem possible.
Date of dream: Saturday, January 31, 2004
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
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Started off I am going to get a new job. It seems like it is with some sort of Carnival outfit. They need
people badly so I am hired right away. Later on I am escorting men in groups of four and women in
groups of four into a room. Here they are interviewed and required to see what they retain as far as
observations. I look to one of the other employees and tell her I'm glad I didn't have to do this to get
the job.
We are making room in a room by moving some stuff into my bosses truck. We move some things out
of my Scout and into his truck as well. We have to go somewhere so he tells me we might as well take
my Scout. I tell him that isn't such a good idea seeing as there is no insurance and the tags are out-of-
date. He ignores me and gets in the Drivers seat. His wife is in the passengers seat and I am in the
back. He is driving extremely fast. It is dark and wet outside as if it has just rained. I tell him he
should slow down as the brakes do not work all that well. He continues driving entirely too fast. At one
point I look at the spedometer and see that he is going over seventy miles an hour. He is on a highway
now and it curves a bit sharply to the left. I feel the Scout begin sliding on the water. We make two
complete revolutions and come to a stop in the right portion of the highway. He gets out and looks a bit
shaken.
I hear someone shout there is an old man and old woman in trouble on the highway. I look up and see
an overpass that appears to have a section missing out of it. I see an elderly woman holding on for
dear life some hundred or so feet above the highway we are standing on. She loses her grip and falls
to the ground. She seems to have become lucky in her landing as it seems only her ankles (Which I
heard snap) have broken. I yell for someone to call for an ambulence on their cell phone and run to
the womans assistance. My first thougts are I can help her with my buddy-care knowledge. As I get to
her I see she is sitting up and wonder about any damage to her spine and the wisdom of trying to move
her at all. I hold her and tell her everything is going to be allright.
We are back at the home of the business owner and his wife. It seems those who work for him stay at
his home. I am shown to a room and see that there are four of us men and only two beds. I think, this
isn't going to be very comfortable. I go to where the women are to sleep and there are more than
enough beds for them. I ask one of the guys if they know where my wallet is. The tell me the boss
took it.
I go upstairs to where the bosses part of the house is. It is very nice upstairs. I walk right into their
bedroom, they are both in bed, unclothed and I seem to have interrupted what was going to be an
intimate moment for them. I ask for my wallet. I leave the room and the wife comes back with my
wallet. I look and see that my credit cards are gone. I ask her where they are and she tells me I don't
need them as everything I need is provided for. I tell her BS I want my credit cards. She goes into
her bedroom and the husband comes out and gives me my credit cards. He is telling me how I am not
being very reasonable and all that jazz. He goes onto a diatribe of fundamental religious type thoughts
and I realize I am caught up with someone I really don't want anything to do with. He goes on and on
about his religion having all of these messengers from God. I go into a diatribe myself, telling him God
has sent each and every one of us with a message and had he ever thought of that. I go even further
telling him that God sent me with a message and that now that I have delivered it to him (the bit about
everyone having a message and the many paths) I will take my leave.
I am readying to leave and one of the guys that served as a security guard decides to leave with me.
As we are leaving the house I look around and see all these candles on dealios sticking out from the
walls, and all sorts of other cultish looking things and ask myself, out loud, how come I didn't notice this
place was a cult? The security guy is a bit behind me and I am heading to the Scout so we can get out
of there. I see another security guy who works at the place and he is approaching me with a menacing
look. He pulls out his gun and fires it at me. I do a quick manuever and the bullet hits me in my left
hand. I duck down and move around the far side of the Scout to avoid being hit further. I yell for the
other security guy to do something. He pulls out his gun and shoots the guard shooting at me. He kind
of gets hurt but continues trying to shoot me. My guard shoots him two more times and the other
guard finally dies.
Additional Comments:
Amazed at how many conscious thoughts from waking reality were in this dream without me
awakening. My Scout, it's current state, my wallet and (Only one credit card) and the two credit cards.
My worry about whether they charged up my card while they had it. All these thoughts and images
from waking life in Dreamtime. Seems to be validating the fact that more of my consciousness is
seeping in preparing for the Dream-Link with Larther. The experience right after it sort of helps confirm
that as well.
