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May 18, 2012 @ 1:27 AM pdt (4:27 AM on the East Coast, where many family and friends reside.)
I wake up with this thought in mind:
I drift my pass-through Edge Of Thought, (my fully deployed, bubble-shaped version of the Astral Silver Cord) over various warm bodies on the East Coast as my Edge shrinks and folds, returning my mental focus back to my sleeping body. I pause the process briefly, lingering over the area that holds all those people I know back East. None pay any attention to me, as I mull around a bit. I resume the process and draw my "Edge" back in, taking it all the way home.
At home, I stop the "drift" a distance from my body, far enough away to envelope the space occupied by me and my sleeping companion together on the one bed. "Snoring companion," I should say. At this moment, it is very easy to tell that he is alive and well this fine early spring morning.
Right now, the moon is out between the earth and sun, beyond the sunny side of the world. I recall knowing that, if the good weather holds, we will be able to view a spectacular solar eclipse two days from now, just before sunset, before we start to enter into the shadowed side of the earth.
I plan to use the pinhole in a sturdy piece of cardboard method to follow the process, allowing the light from the pinpoint to fall on another smooth surface. I have done this with solar eclipses before to protect my eyesight. I know this is only a simple demonstration of how all cameras work, but it always amazes me to observe it.
I put the pen away and roll over to go back to sleep. Enough of this meditating on things that are real and true and non-threatening to me as a person.
This is an ordinary dream sequence ending for me. When I do not remember details of the dream travel and events that precede it, I usually just go back to sleep. The only unusual thing here is the fact I woke up long enough to think about it, and decide to make notes, and then went on to do a bit of meditation before I lost interest.
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September 25, 2011 7:45 AM
This waking up dream sticks in my mind. I am a secretive, wild sort of person who freely goes from place to place, observing events, doing no harm. I take refuge in various locations where people recognize me and are happy for me to stay as long as I like.
Now there are others who want to locate and capture me and study me. (With the new DNA testing, to be able to determine that I am presently in the feminine mode would no doubt serve to discredit me.) The people who shelter me are uneasy to think that I might be captured on their premises. I notice that my hair has grown out full and bushy and that my clothing is worn and faded. I decide to move on, so as not to worry the people who are kind to me.
It is a long journey. I travel through large areas in bare canyons of red rock and ridges. I pass through tall groves of green, productive trees planted in rows that cover me from overhead surveillance. I enter a waterfront area on the edge of an old city. The streets are deserted. Warehouses line the docks. Only a few boats and ships are in sight.
I shelter in the shadow of a highway overpass, high in the top, out of sight. Rowdy young people randomly roam the area, shouting and boisterous amongst themselves. It becomes quiet in the evening. Now a nondescript adult person dressed in gray comes over on foot and beckons to me.
Since I am discovered, I join the person who sees me. We hasten into the warehouses over by the docks. The youths stay away. They are afraid to enter these buildings. The other person laughs.
Inside, the building is swept and clean. The sturdy old wooden beams and structures are nicely mended with fresh, golden new timbers here and there on the floors and in the walls. Keenly aware of how worn and unkempt I look, I observe the size of the structure. The ceilings are high, the inner space is wide and long. There is hardly any furnishings or work tables of any sort. I ask, "When it is cold and wet, how do you stay warm and dry?" Waving a hand toward the left side, the other one says, "There is a glassed-in area over there." I look and see the glass walls and ceiling of a solarium, trimmed with stained glass decorations.
I relax. Much, much later, I wake up. I am on the floor where I was before with a small pillow under my head and a fluffy quilt over me.
Looking around, I realize I am back in a home of my own. The person who came out and found me is a dear, trusted companion who kept our place clean and renovated while I was away.
End of Dream.
Now that I have finished writing this down, it occurs to me that this dream is more like someone else’s story that was narrated to me so vividly that it was the same as if I had lived it myself. In fact, I am sure now that my role in the dream is the part of the dream companion who went out to bring the weary traveler the rest of the way back home.
I recognize the fact that I know I have covered many a sleeping person with a quilt and put a pillow under his/her head in real life and in dreams before. There are times when sleepers cannot be awakened for a long while, once they fall into a deep sleep and the end of a long demanding adventure.