Date of dream: Sunday, June 27, 2004
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
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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: Monday, June 14, 2004
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
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I am at a party with some friends I do not know in waking life. We pull out a small teardrop sized
crystal that seems to be a present of some sort. Once we pull it out it raises in the air and expands
until it is pushes down on us. It blots out the entire room while pushing us down until we are in
another reality. In this reality we go to rob a town bank. Instead they take us to a school and we are
robbing pennies from school children lockers. We realize the insanity of what they are doing and get
them to take us to the bank. Finally at the bank we are finally getting a bunch of money and begin to
make our escape. One of the guys at the bank starts to shoot at us. A shooting melee' occurs where
everyone should be getting shot and killed yet no one is hurt and everyone just keeps shooting and we
continue escaping. Once in the car we are approached by strange monster like creatures. The attack
is long and crazy with very odd strange energy, fire, and other type of attacks on us. But no one is
dying. There is a strange metallic type of ball that keeps switching from a spike deal that I fear and
know will spin and do serious havoc to ones body to a holed metal ball that oozes blood from it. One of
our crew gets it into a metal box that we believe will keep it from doing any damage. We all end up
back in the original room before the crystal exploded. I am pulling stuff like clay that keeps coming out
of my mouth. It just keeps coming out and coming out. As I pull it out it forms itself into long
rectangle pieces of this gray clay. I gather it all up and amazed at this. The clay forms back into the
original teardrop crystal and rises into the air until it explodes yet again, this time causing a force that
pushes us all back again.
I come to in a class. I am going to try and tell my classmates about the experience I just had but it is
too much and too intense. I look around and see a few classmates I know. Dreamtime friends. We
now have other classmates that I do not know that have joined us. I look up and see a glass display
case with the exact same tear drop crystals that cause the freaking weird experiences I had just
experienced. I start to ask if anyone knew what those crystals did and no one seemed to know. I
thought to myself oh, hell no, I ainâ??t going through that again. And while I was certain I didnâ??t want to,
part of me wanted to see how other people would react to it.
For some reason I was late to class and it was decided I would be the next person to do whatever it
was we were suppose to do for the class. The instructor gave me a wooden object, tear-shaped with
spikes coming out of the middle of it. I was supposed to go put it into a slot. Once I did the whole
freaking reality I began experiencing went insane on me again. I am being rushed/ushered through
obstacles and dangers by my instructor and classmates. At one point there are small to large pieces of
what appears to be recently melted and reformed metallic/nickel type of flat pieces. There was a huge
wall with a partial coin at the top being formed. My classmates keep giving me small to large pieces to
fit together. I am on top of large ladder putting them together on a huge wall. I think to myself that I
am doing quite well and chalk it up to my ability to sculpt. I see where it's starting to come together
and look like a huge quarter. The ladder I am on becomes unstable and I am thrust into the strangest,
long, drawn out situation after situation of blocks, cars, everything you can think of trying to come
together and squash me. Somehow my instructors and classmates keep intervening, moving stuff and
bringing me out of harms way just in the nick of time. It is so quick and yet seems to take forever.
Finally I am back with the class and completely, emotionally and physically freaked out and wondering
how in the heck they were able to do all the stuff they did. It seemed like a lifetime of ducking,
dodging and freaking out. But for some reason it seems it only took two hours and it was now
someone else's turn to go through it.
While I am sitting there with the rest of the class I find that no one is doing anything to help the next
person. It seems everything that I just went through must have happened solely in my mind. One of
the new classmates is smoking a cigarette and telling our instructor how he is dying of liver cancer. I
feel for him and immediately go into a small diatribe about how he might benefit from the vitamins that
I am (in waking reality) beginning to distribute. I am about to go into detail about how the body digests
food improperly and such when I realize he is smoking and that he had said liver cancer. I asked
him, â??Doesnâ??t the liver cleanse the blood? And the lungs oxygenate the blood. Maybe if you quit
smoking and did the vitamin regimen you might live a lot longer. I wake up.
Additional Comments:
Now, this is just a small portion of all the insanity that occurred during this Dreamtime adventure. It
was two distinct portions. One, where I am at the party and the tear drop crystal totally transforms the
reality and takes us on a mind-bending experience of which I did not even do a bit of justice toâ?¦My
explanation is like trying to use just one color to describe the immensity of a rainbow. The second
segment with the class is the same. Just too much happened that I cannot reprocess through my
waking mind to bring forward for you. I wish I had a device I could strap to my head and bring forth all
the imagery of both segments. It would make for a movie that anyone would absolutely love and
loathe to experience at the same time. I awoke with beating heart and just shaking from the sheer
immensity of it all. Never, ever, in my entire memory have I experienced the wild ride I have just
returned from.
