DUDE

Date of dream: Saturday, February 09, 2013

Level of Lucidity:     Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? Yes     Lucid Technique: Other

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February 9, 2013 7:AM, pst

Waking up dream:

I am thumping a really impressive looking, biker style male on the chest with the flat of my right thumb and saying: "In another lifetime, I bet that I am an even more scary looking dude than you are right now."

The man in front of me has impressive hair. It is thickly spiked with shades of interspersed bright brown and gold and looks as if the tips of russet feathers are layered in at the crown. I run my hand over the top of his head and it is both stiffly bristled and as soft as feathers. I pause to gather my thoughts to say more, but here is where I wake up.

I remember this man is much taller than I am and lean and hard muscled and wearing rustic garb. He is bearded as well, but it is the elaborate head of hair that is most remarkable.

This scrap of a dream is certainly a welcome relief from the purely abstract dreams I have been having lately that are mostly beyond words.

Additional Comments:

Now, later in the day, I think it likely that I visited my Akashic Record and did view the male shamanistic version of myself in a different lifetime.

New Greetings

Date of dream: Thursday, December 27, 2012

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
Lucid Intent? Yes    

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December 27, 2012 4:30 AM pdt

Here is a snippet from last night’s dreams that sticks in my mind.

4:30 AM. (I look at the clock whenever I wake up, even if I don’t rouse myself to roll over and make notes.)

At a celebration event too large to be held indoors, I proceed across large expanses of lush green lawns, in the sunlight, in the midst of many happy, attractive, chattering people. I am heading toward a service area that backs an elegant series of pavilions being set up to serve all the invited guests.

I approach a booth of some sort, where a large vigorous man sporting a truly remarkable beard is clearly in charge. His beard is neatly trimmed to a nearly circular shape. It silky and luxuriously clean and snowy white except for the darker, silver gray area directly below his lower lip. He is large and in charge and very cheerful and friendly.

As I draw near, he call out: "Now, can I________?" Eagerly, I respond: "Yes, you can!" and I prepare to give him a friendly hug as soon as I can reach him.

To my complete astonishment, he grabs me up and lifts me bodily above his head. This is no mean feat. I feel my full adult bodily weight rise above the ground and I feel the mighty surge of his bodily strength lifting me up and then setting me down again. I brace my hands on his shoulders for balance. Back on the ground, I exclaim: "No one has done that with me for a long time!" Then I ask: "Are you OK?" "You didn’t strain yourself, did you?"

We are both laughing and a bit out of breath, as I suddenly wake up from the dream.

In The Desert

Date of dream: Saturday, September 29, 2012

Level of Lucidity:     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
Lucid Intent? Yes    

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September 29, 2012 12:02 Midnight, pdt

These are the notes from the yellow pad at the bedside. I shall copy them exactly, without adding any remembered details that were not included in the first report of the dream.

I am invited to a location in the desert, Arizona, I think. It is out in the open, at a spot where people had gathered to watch for sightings. They said that finally one morning after watching all night, at daylight, they found an artifact and they were able to hear it with earphones.

After that, in the mornings sometimes, there would be another artifact. They had a whole stack of them.

They wanted me to listen to the first one, so I did, and they went off and left me alone. Before they left, I asked to hear the most recent one also. Someone started to protest, then they all agreed and left that one with me.

On the first one was a lot of silence followed by odd sounds and then a kind of music. I listened all the way to the end, but it was never words that I could understand. Half the day was gone before I reached the end and the people came back as I started to listen to the second one. It began with words, but they interrupted me before I heard much of it. Which was just as well, as I would need paper and pen to make notes before I went any farther.

Here is where I woke up.