Date of dream: Saturday, February 09, 2013
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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.
Date of dream: Saturday, September 29, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
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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.
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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.
