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October 13, 2012 6:30 AM, pdt
I wake up at the end of a very long dream. It is similar to watching a classic movie that I know I have seen more than one time before.
The details are different in this version and very outstanding.
The setting is the same, open countryside, lush and green. The layout of the two lane roads are the same and the buildings and outbuildings in sight are the same as before.
The leading warrior enters the scene on the road from the east, as always. He pedals a bicycle and is not on a horse or in a Model T Ford Coupe, (as in other versions.) The front wheel of the bicycle is enclosed smoothly in an elegant, futuristic fender. It is decorated with stripes that match a Siberian tiger, v-shaped stripes of shiny orange and black and white.
He ride up to the big building on the right side of the road and take the bicycle inside the wide door.
He goes out of sight. This is more than a rustic barn. It is perhaps a meeting place, such as a bar, or a Grange, or a big country store. Next, a sleek, sporting road car drives up and stops by the porch or overhang. It is silvery gray with only the driver on board. After a bit, another powerful sports car , dusty gold colored, drives around to the side away from the road and stops. The driver races the engine. I can see the dual exhausts and the top of the rear bonnet (?) (like a trunk with a fancy insignia on the lid.)
I follow the lead warrior’s path into the building. The interior is two stories high and opens onto a wide concourse with polished dark brown wood floors from one end to the other. The whole floor is sleek and shiny and freshly washed and polished. The footprints of the warrior character show clearly in the wet wax job where he strode boldly down the middle.
Halfway down the open space, over to the right side is a large work elephant in harness and basket. In the basket are many children being held hostage by an armed thug. The mahout sits with his feet behind the elephant’s ears
The warrior from the tiger trimmed bicycle leaps onto the elephant’s back and pounds with both fists on the armed guard’s chest. The quick boxing blows render the guard unconscious. The warrior directs the elephant and its occupants back out of the building the way he came in. They all proceed on the road back toward the east to return the children to their homes and to their Mothers.
The powerful sports cars outside of the building rev their engines and take of in a cloud of dust in the opposite direction, toward the distant horizon, one behind the other.
The autos did not catch fire and blow up this time.
The building did not explode into little pieces this time.
The armed guard was not killed and dismembered this time.
There was no blood and gore and shooting or military weaponry and maneuvers this time.
The scene was set the same and the characters entered and exited on cue, but the outcome was favorable this time.
The children returned safely to their homes. No one was sad. The characters, as well as the actors who portrayed them, all lived to see another day.
I did not make notes on the pad of paper by the bed. The details remained in my mind as real as any waking event. I jotted this down at 5:PM this same day and entered them on my journal pages.
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June 7, 2011 6:30 AM
Lucid awake to lucid asleep. Lying awake last night, snug and comfortable, thinking about all the dreams other people posted today, I enter into sleep. The dreams are so interesting and so much like daily life, even though I am well aware they are "just dreams," I fail to take a break and write them down. Waking up at 6:30 AM, I start the day still thinking of dreams, mixing in old ones of mine with the recent dream records other people are sharing so freely.
Focusing on the 1st entries being entered by young people, brings one old dream forcefully to the forefront. Here is what I have kept since 2-3-83
SCRAMBLED DRAGON EGGS NECKLACE
This next dream brings the "dragon" back again. It is extremely rare for me to have unusual artifacts in a dream. My dreams are usually more ordinary than daytime events. Most of my fanciful thinking usually happens while I’m wide awake, where I am able to keep it firmly under control.
2-3-83 Scrambled Dragon Eggs Necklace
. Waking up dream, remembered from last week.
Dreamed someone was breaking dragon eggs and putting the half-formed dragons into a pirates’ chest. Didn’t write it down promptly, real obscure imaging—.
The unhatched dragon chicks were like man-of-war jellyfish, purple colored, with heavy veins of gold: wet, squishy and sloppy.
The thought clung after waking and eventually I finished the episode by starting to stuff them back into their shells, (a waking "LAST ACT" to the storyline.)
They proved viable. After I stuffed them into their shells they withdrew when I poked them (like shellfish disturbed,) and clamped the top halves back down securely as soon as the rim of the second half touched the half that was stuffed.
MORE THAN THAT:
The rest identified their own shells when I presented the halves to the ones still heaped together in the treasure chest, plopping into the ones they wanted as soon as I brought the halves close.
Actually, I had the feeling they were playing, and that they were hopping into each others’ shells and mismating the tops also. Anyway, they were none the worse for being "shelled" and I decided to let the idea go.
That was NOT the end of it. In spite of the fact I was ready to "change the subject," the waking finish trailed off into the idea that each of them "hatched" into full-grown human figures. (Dragons can grow as fast as they please.)
First they wore the shell halves over their ears like the new radio headphones joggers and bicyclists use, and then they sliced and polished the halves and strung them into jewelry, mixing the pieces so each one had a set of all the different shells and reserving pieces out, so I also had a necklace containing pieces from each shell for myself.
Very odd sequence.
(Very lumpy necklace.)
THE SEQUENCE ENDED HERE.
Today, chatting at work, I used the phrase "counting chickens before they hatch" and heard someone make a passing reference to a new coffee cup with a sailing ship on it called "Buccaneer Queen," which I say "Sounds like a pirate ship." Suddenly, the dream comes to mind again and I make a special effort to write it down as soon as possible.
The number of dragons seems to be 12, not by actual count, but just because eggs come by the dozen and the number "fits" and feels right to me.
(1.) Jewels and treasures go into pirates’ chests.
"Booty" stolen on the high seas.
(2.) Purple (the royal color) laced with veins of gold. As I recall, sloppy, like clams or oysters: vivid imaging, almost repulsive. What is the "pearl" to e found here??
(3.) "Finish the last act" feedback from the waking point of view. "Too soon" to collect the treasures, (pearls, jewels) to be had from dragons "not yet hatched." (But it seems I Can/Am Able to Reverse/Fix the "too soon.")
(4.) All this goes back to the idea dragons can grow as fast as they choose and back to the first dragon dream, RICE, and the legend.
(5.) It is possible I (or others) could create the dragon shell jewelry. It should be made from rough-surfaced dark colored metal balls (with scroll-work patterns worked into the metal) that screw together like the lid on a jam jar, with a volcanic ash glaze fired to eggshell smoothness on the inside, and then sliced and polished. (It would be only when a dragon was still inside, that a dragon-egg would heat to white hot and glow.)
(6.) Somehow this is all connected to the new communications devices, (crystals & lasers and headset radios) and directly related to my work.
Will I /have I persuaded some who were "almost out of their skulls," (pirates = skull and crossbones) to "grow up" and learn to communicate?
an example where I did date the additional notation!
Again my concern for others with short memories who appear to be in danger of being pressured to "hatch too soon" and yield their treasures to the world is outlined in vivid detail.
This is "deja vu" of the highest order.