Dreamland Express

After a thoroughly miserable day yesterday (finally coming to the conclusion that what I felt was an attack by a negative spirit whose been preying on a co-worker of mine) (…see “symptoms” below)-I was checking email and stuff when the drum in my living room went ‘thump’.

-My friend, Jim, in Canada, can deal with drums going ‘thump’ any time, day or night. He and Cathi have one hanging on their living room wall in the eastern corner of the room. Mine was sitting on the television holder (“Media Center”) which, since I got a flat panel television, has a lot more room than it used to on the television ‘perch’.

-I did not have my wits scared out of me, I just kind of felt warm and grinned, like I knew that whatever or whoever was thumping ‘hello’ was friendly, meant nobody any harm, and maybe had a message for me from ‘beyond’(?).

-When I sort of asked “Who’s there?” and tried to see in the semi darkened corner of the room, All I could see was a point of light up near the ceiling, then maybe a mildly blurred circle of something radiating out from the point.

-I didn’t actually hear anything, but I ‘felt’ the message, “Members of your family that you haven’t seen in a while will need you soon. I want you to meditate with me”

-Woa.

-So I closed down my computer and went and tried to meditate (I am not the world’s best meditator). -It felt like I had help, got deeper than usual, & when I sort of received a couple visualizations, felt thrills that did not scare me, although I remembered reading somewhere that it wasn’t necessarily a good thing to feel anything unusual while meditating. I felt connected to the light and felt safe,unthreatened-

-I couldn’t actually get any information, no easily understood message. When I asked questions like, “What kind of help are these family members going to need? If it’s financial, are you going to hand me a winning lottery ticket?” I felt a minor qualm, like maybe it was blasphemy to ask for a winning lottery ticket, but I did not feel chastized, so I went on, “If it’s ridiculous for me to ask for something like a winning ticket, will you tell me? So I don’t waste any time and energy believing it just might be possible?” -I didn’t get any answer to that, not even a feeling like, ‘We won’t honor such a ridiculous question with an answer.’

-All I felt was better and more open to positive energy or positive input or something like that, than I have in quite a while. When my arthritic aches and pains restated themselves I got the assurance that I should go to bed and hang on to the feeling for as long as I could. (and of course, as soon as I closed the door and got comfortable, Rachel’s cat started scratching on the door and meowing, no end. I finally managed to ignore the cat completely and went to sleep.)

- I went into a series of dreams, connected with places I know I dreamed about years ago. -Walked into a bank in dreamland that used to be a radio studio in a student union that exists only in dreamland, it’s in a building that would be in the middle of a soccer field here in this world. (similar landmarks, different buildings, sometimes I realize I’m dreaming when I’m moving down a road I recognize, but go past houses or other buildings that are not the same as they are in the ‘real world’.)

-I dreamed I was driving to Boston, stopped off in Springfield, went into a store that only exists in dreamland, where I know I’ve stopped several times before, looked around for other stores that belong to a kind of co-operative group of artists and musicians, writers etc, who know me, maybe from a previous life, maybe from another aspect of this one. One person told me, “For a while there, I didn’t think you’d make it, you know you’re on the agenda for tonight-” and showed me a schedule of writers and poets who were supposed to read from their current projects that night. I was speachless- stunned, felt like saying, “How the [heck] did you know I’d be here, I didn’t even know I’d be here.” And I looked around for the sandwich counter (where they used to make deli sandwhiches for customers in this -part book store, part coffee shop-) and I was quite depressed to think that the sandwich shop had closed down because of not enough interest.

-Then I was talking to this guy whose Volkswagen beetle (the old style) whose body was in really good condition, (blue body with a white top, It might have been a convertible, I’m struggling to remember that part.) had died on the side of the road. I thought of a friend who would love to get his hands on one of those and I bought it from the guy in the dream, he went away and came back with the paperwork, title and all that while I was magcally pulling a car dolly out of the back of my jeep. (real life car dollies are wider than a jeep and in no way would fit back there.)

-Anyway, I woke up, with a minor headache, probably from breathing the dust in the bedroom, wandered around, made coffee, had breakfast, talked to the cat, told him that Rachel still loves him, even if she is away at college- (My Canadian friends would correct me and say she’s away at University) Realized I didn’t take my allergy pills last night. (also realized I didn’t take the other creepy stuff I’m supposed to take three times a day for three months to get rid of a fungus that hit me out of nowhere, I promise I will not joke about being used by the shadow government to test their creepy mind control or death rays or anything…)

-And then Rachel called and said she’d be visiting next weekend, bringing a load of laundry (it’s cheaper for her to carry monster bags of laundry home every now and then than to cart them to the on campus laundry center. Believe me, Universities do not exist to make life easy or cheap for their students.)

-”Oh,” I said, “I had a dream that an angel told me that some relatives I haven’t seen in a while will need my help pretty soon, was that you?”

-I could hear her swallow,”No- but I got email from cousin Rick and they’re having pretty scary times. Uncle Paul goes through hell every couple months thinking he might be among the next batch of people to get laid off.”

-I hope the universe doesn’t expect me to support Rachel’s uncle Paul and his family. My ex-wife’s family all looked down their noses at me, and when she went nuts and ran away with the wacky cult that has since been indicted under California law for defrauding members and donors out of ‘donations’, they blamed me. Paul especially had nothing good to say (or think?) about me from the day he met me. I just wasn’t on his kind of fast track to riches and ‘influence’ (okay, the guy’s a corporate supervisor /”hatchet man” who really enjoys throwing his weight around, he derserves to go through hell, his family doesn’t) but the ‘angels’ couldn’t be so mean that they’d expect me to actually live with the jerk, could they? Give me a winning lottery ticket, I’ll buy him a house in the section of town surrounded by people he delighted in firing because they couldn’t produce fast enough to beat his stop watch. grrrrr-

-((( Oh yeah, * symptoms: I spent way too much of yesterday feeling like something wanted me to get drunk. I don’t drink. Something wanted me to get drunk or high and was trying to manipulate me with images of me receiving nearly miraculous insights from the chemicals it wanted me to take. No way. So what do I do? ask my co-worker in front of the boss if he’s back sliding? Tell them boh that I have this feeling that he’s in trouble because his demons are attacking me, trying to get me to embrace drugs and alcohol? Jeeze, it would make more sense to just go and put on a straight jacket and tell them about the unicorns and spirits that are playing drums in my living room when nobody else is around.)))-

—One more thing, though, I got the feeling that the ‘angel’ or whatever, who came to see me, and probably thumped the drum, was afraid that I was feeling suicidal, like the attack from the negative spirit registered more as me feeling like getting high or jumping off a bridge or something than as an attack by a mean spirit that meant me harm. (shrug- one more thing I need to find out about next time I get an open line to: “What exactly is going on here?” with God or Somebody who would actually know.)

-dj0

Happy New Year.

Welcome to 2010.

I’m sitting here staring blankly ahead, listening to Coast To Coast A.M.

Wondering what I was about to say here.

So I guess things are back to normal?

—————Jim

Today’s Dreams

This one came at me in disjointed segments, as I was fading in and out of sleep.

Portal Technology:

This group of semi-outcaste kids in one world know about portals and play with them the way kids here play with game-boys. hand-held games never caught on there. online games are basically unknown. Computers are boring things that workaholics use to drive their families nuts. Geeky kids have discovered how to use their father’s (usually their father’s) laptops to open portals by controlling energy flow to and around crystals. (Dads have learned to control household appliances, televisions, radios, heaters, air conditioners, etc, through their laptops and have convinced their families that the technology is way too complicated for them to understand how to use it. So the kids figure it out on the sly.)

Older guy in another dimension falls asleep at his computer and wakes up as a twenty something year old kid in a field somewhere. He sat up and pinched himself. “You’re not dreaming.” a young woman says. He turns around and sees her, sitting on a fence (a ranch type fence, like this might be a horse farm or something like that.) They go for a walk, into the woods, come out on a hill, looking over a town, a more or less rural community, with a bunch of houses fairly close together in a grid of streets surrounded by farmland and forests. There is a school, a library,  an airport, a couple stores. a post office and two restaurants, (one on each end of town).

The young woman asks the guy a bunch of questions, like, “I bet you’re an outsider, right? everybody thinks you’re weird?” (Yeah, pretty much) “And I bet you’re not really happy with your life the way it’s been going, right?” ( He sighs, shakes his head) “Have you ever heard of interdimensional portals?” He looks at her and then nods. Then she tells the guy that the spot where she found him is a portal that drops people into her world every once in a while. She gets a tingle- it Usually happens on a day when there might be thunderstorms, she points to very dark clouds coming their way and leads him down a road that enters the woods, a pine forest where the trees were obviously planted in straight lines some time ago. He asks if it’s safe from twisters in there and she shakes her head… finds a path and leads in into the trees to a place between low rocky cliffs (maybe 4 or 5 feet high) where a deep rut has been cut into the ground, they go down and around and she opens a hidden door, they go inside to a sort of fallout shelter, where, after she closes the door behind her, the lights come on and she’s got a rudimentary computer lab in there.

“I’m not from this world, not this dimension.” she says and activates one laptop, taps into a series of video cameras around town. “The government here pretty much secretly keeps tabs on just about everybody. If you went into town, they’d know you were here, know you’re not from this world, and they would have one of their agents out here in about five hours to spirit you away to where they would interrogate you and implant you with a mini transmitter, they would know where you were at all times and could record every word you say, know who you’re talking to and what you’re talking about…” she shows him a scar on her arm. “They think I’m dead. I only come out when there’s an electrical disturbance, like the storm-” She points to images that she calls up, lightning and heavy downpours.

“It’s winter where I came from, we’re having a snow storm. and it’s bitter cold.”

“How cold?”

“Fahrenheit or Celcius?”

She looks impressed, “Don’t mention that here. Everything is Celcius, but they call it “Kelshius”

“Minus twenty six,” That’s cold.

“Seven below, Fehrenheit.”

She nods, “You may be from the same world I came from. New York or New Amsterdam?”

“New York, but I’m not from there.”

“Me neither, Ottawa or New Gibson?”

“Ottawa-”

“U.S.A., and Canada; or USA, New France, Canada, and Five Nations?”

“USA and Canada.”

She nods, “Believe me, there are a thousand variations on this.”

He nods, looks around, “You’re using 386’s?”

She nods, “Here they call them “Trilliums’.”

“What’s the electricity like here?”

Both AC and DC. The Five Nations use solar collectors and DC mostly. The US and Canada are waging like economic warfare against the Five Nations. The Five Nations and New France have a shaky alliance, with the US jamming most of their attempts at communications.”

Her lights go out, “It happens…” she then shuts down her computers, “There’s a ring of minerals around this forest that screws up the government’s ability to monitor anything in here, It’s like a five mile square free zone.”

“Where are you? in terms of New York?”

She nods, “Finger lakes region. Five Nations is on the other side of the lake out there.” (she pointed through a wall)

“Ithaca?”

“They call Ithaca, ‘New Leicester’ and they pronounce it “Lie-Kester” That’s about five miles south, only here they call it Kilometers Keel-Oe-Meters.”

She shut down her last computer and lit an lcd flashlight. “I have a guest room.” she leads him through a tunnel like hallway to a closet with a bed built into a wall, mattress, worn looking blankets, “It isn’t much, but it’s warm.”

He sits on the bed, she pulls up a folding chair, “You will probably wake up in your world again, and the chances are pretty good that you’ll find your way back here. This room is especially charged, you will imprint on it when you leave.”

He gasped and woke up back where he came from.

He brought through a newer laptop, and on subsequent trips brought through surge suppressors and more and newer computers. “We’re not supposed to be able to bring any hardware through- not unless it’s organic, or if you actually live in this world?” “What if our dimensions are coming closer to each other?” He also sees things as he’s coming and going, a nasty guy is holding a young woman in a pink ballerina costume tied up in his bathtub. kids, usually as couples, are porting in to the horse field and finding their way into the woods, where they are building a network of tunnels connecting underground homes. They manage to find the ballerina hostage and free her, but then they have this evil s.o.b. trying to find them and torture and kill them one at a time. They send the bad guy through a portal and drop him in front of a truck on a superhighway.

I should say that on one of his trips back to his world he looks at himself in a mirror and sees her reflection there, she says, “wow, you’re old.” “Yeah,” he says, “How can you do that?” he looks around, she is not physically behind him. “I’m dreaming, I thought I’d like to see your world and here I am.” he nods. When he gets back, she’s waiting for him. “I should have told you, it’s almost impossible to keep hopping back and forth between the same two dimensions. Every time you hop, you’re supposed to go to a slightly different world.” he nodded, “Do you remember finding me in my world?” she nods. “And you’re not, like, totally turned off by the fact that I’m so old there?” She shakes her head, “I’m in a degenerative vegetative state back there. I can’t go back, that body won’t let me. I don’t know, when that body dies whether I’ll still be alive here or not.” “What happened?” “Drunk driver, my father, got drunk and forced us to go for a ride with him. nobody had the guts to say no- so he lost control and I’m the only one still alive, besides him. and he spent like five years in jail because when he killed us he killed some senator’s wife. Now he’s back to drinking to forget- he can’t drive, no license, so he walks to the bars. I think he uses insurance money, don’t know how he got it. Really don’t care.-”

And I got the feeling there’s a whole lot more going on, but Mercury’s retrograde and I can’t start anything right now.

—–”Aerendel” Jim

Economic Hit Men Manipulating Foreign (and now U.S.?) Economies and Government(s)?

John Perkins (http://www.johnperkins.org/) has written books on Shamanic traditions and teachings, including: “The World is as You Dream It”, “Shape Shifting” and “Psychonavigation / Techniques for Travel Beyond Time”.

He has also written books on his not so wonderful past, such as “Confessions of an Economic Hit Man”, “The Secret History of the American Empire” and “Hoodwinked”. (Hoodwinked is supposed to tell us why the world markets have been targetted for implosion, who would manipulate something like that, & what they have to gain from bringing the U.S. economy down.)

-Um, the guy sounds like the real thing to me-

-I’m not terrified because I don’t think it’s too late to take back our future.

But then, what do I know? I’m just a half-baked philosopher scheduling security guards who work on the edge of oblivion in upper New York State.

-Doug

Dreams Sunday, 27 December, 2009

Dream 1.

I was inside a tunnel with one other person. We heard what I was sure was a dinosaur roar. The other guy took off, just ran. I kept back tracking, moving backward, watching the darkening tunnel, (Was it some kind of mine?) where the dinosaur kept roaring, not getting any more distant. The walls were closing in, but there was nowhere to hide, no safety, I suddenly ran into the dark to my left and fell through a wall into someone’s basement. there was a twisting (right angles) series of walls that the dinosaur would never be able to fit through, then I was in the open, in a basement. No doorway out of the basement- at ground level, or anything, I found a flight of stairs and quietly went up. No door at the top of the stairs, I looked around (still dark, but not pitch black) and saw a door to the outside world. As I crossed the room I heard someone else in the house, “Is someone there?” I opened the door and ran, outside, across a porch, down stairs and out a driveway. I thought I could hear a woman calling police, saying, “He’s leaving my driveway now-” I ran out, across a road, into a wooded area. Then I continued on, rising above the ground and flying out over a river. Someone said, “He can’t be a vampire, vampires can’t fly over water-” I flew for a while, flew into daylight, flew down to a rocky seashore and landed between tall, eroded stone formations. To and area of white sand surrounded by more golden sand and boulders, where people who knew me were waiting to tell me I was safe now.

Dream 2.

Cathi and I were in Ithaca, New York. There were tourists all around us. It looked like a new crop of students were coming to Cornell and Ithaca College and scads of tourists were there, too, it was something like homecoming, and Historic Heritage week?  We went to a lecture where Cathi and I sat in moveable chairs in the back row, and leaning back, we were talking to each other quietly. I was happy to be with someone who was brighter than the professor who was giving the lecture. (We both knew more about his subject than he did.) Then we went on one of the bus tours, I was treated as a VIP, because I had been there “in the old days”. When the person I thought was the bus driver turned around and started talking through a p.a. system I was alarmed at first, then I realized there was a driver in a separate compartment (Like he came in through a door that only he could access) down a half a level. We stopped and got out of the bus in an area that I remembered as a stone walkway with stone walls on both sides. Now there was a groove that had been cut out of the walkway to accommodate flowing water, like the water table had risen slightly or something. When I mentioned that there hadn’t been any water running through there when I was there, a boy (about ten years old) asked me a question and shocked me by addressing me as ‘Jim’. Other people also knew me by name. I saw a bunch of new students coming out of one orientation class and coming down a flight of stairs. I recognized one as Sharon Mock, and wondered if she’d been reincarnated and if she would know that she had gone to Cornell in her previous life.

—————Jim

Contact Dream?

As I was falling asleep I ‘knew’ I was talking to someone, maybe a series of someones. With one, a grandfatherly type, either he asked me or I asked him if I or he was a ‘huggy’ type person. So I hugged him and ’saw’ myself as a kid reaching up to hug this grandfatherly person (or entity, or spirit, or Master, or whatever.) He pointed out that I hugged him as a child. He asked what I wanted today (tonight?) And I became extremely tongue tied and couldn’t express anything to save my life. I wanted answers to questions. Questions deeper than “Who killed JFK?”, more along the lines of “Are there other dimensions, parallel worlds where I might be better off or worse off than here?”.

Who(m?)ever I was ‘talking’ to thought he better pass me over to someone else, who looked younger, and I got an answer before I could successfully form the question: “You should concern yourself with this reality.”

Then I more or less got my ‘voice’ back and asked, “Is it possible to find a parallel life where I’m rich or safer than I will be here, where my daughter will have a better life, where-”

And the answer came: “This is where you are the richest.” (that answer floored me. Rich? I ain’t) this person continued, “Here, you have me, you have Rachel-”

“But I see millions of people suffering in the near future and I can’t do anything to try to stop that or make their suffering any less. Is there any Karmic reason why I can’t tap into a fortune, can’t win a lottery and be able to see dozens or maybe hundreds of people through the collapse of infrastructure?”

“I can make that happen. Is that what you want?” (sounded like a loaded question.) I hesitated just long enough, and lost contact with that person, Master or whatever, and started viewing a crucifixion. “Yeshie!” I blurted, and felt the entire left half of my body from head to foot vibrate at a much more relaxed level. “I don’t want to see  you suffer. If I could have taken your place, I would have-” to which I received this answer, “It was for people like you that I was inspired to do this.” I concentrated on trying to recognize this presence and received waves of deeper and not quite so deep relaxation. I fell into complete sleep while trying to hang on to this Presence.

Dream:

I dreamed I was still with my high school sweetheart. I thought I had found a world where we had stayed together and married and we were both happier than either of us were in this world/ dimension. I did not notice whether or not we had Rachel as our daughter.

But then I became more and more aware of experiments going on in portal technology. I’m not sure whether all the portal travel was back and forth in time or what, but when time travel was involved, a lot of heat was generated.

There was one S.O.B. who deliberately had women, secretaries or assistants who had refused to have sex with him… he had them carry heat-proof safes through these time portals, knowing full well that the heat would melt the outer edges of the plastic safes and partially fuse the plastic to their skin. The bastard had them clutch the safes to their chests, telling them they had to be in contact with them physically or they might not be able to hold on to them. I got to see these women suffering immensely as they were being treated at the end of their journeys with melted plastic bonded to what had been their breasts. And their smug boss walking away with the sensitive documents he’d had them carry through the portals. He then had them exiled somewhere and told the office staff back ‘home’ that they had been quarantined in the future because they hadn’t been properly screened for H.I.V.

Then I saw military types barking orders to their underlings, telling them to climb into their ‘heat suits’ which looked like thermal blankets with a brown outer layer and a silver inner layer and some kind of thick padding in the middle, I thought they had tried using dry ice, I wasn’t sure whether that had worked, or that there was dry ice in the inner layer of these ’suits’ (which looked like mummy sleeping bags with dark face plates when fully donned.)

Then there was this company that was selling rides through these portals in large ‘boats’ that looked to me like ferry boats. nobody drove their vehicles onto these things (I don’t know if they had vehicles.) but the main area was set up like a big dining room. It was apparently very expensive to ride these ‘boats’ and while military types were secretly donning their heat suits and sneaking aboard in front, paying passengers were walking aboard in the back and having their boarding passes verified by an extremely thorough process. I then became totally immersed in the dream, tried very hard to be patient while the clearing process was going on. I could see that the ticket guy wasn’t holding his button down long enough for something to register while the other guy, beside him, and was letting a party girl aboard by holding his button down for the required number of seconds. So while my guy was distracted, I pushed the button and held it down long enough- when he turned around, ready to sneer and tell me he’d told me my ticket was a forgery, he looked genuinely shocked, and said, “Well, I guess they found your reservation.” And as I passed through the metal detectors I saw half a dozen heat suits materialize around a certain table in the ‘dining’ area and women inside the heat suits rip their way out with weapons drawn. They assassinated somebody I thought was a rich industrialist type who had tried to escape from a business deal with the profits (and a bevy of party girls who were now dead beside him.) The hit girls ran out around the metal detectors, showing off their badges and nearly knocked down passengers on their way out. I heard one of the ticket guys saying they had run out of accommodations. And anyone else they let aboard would have to hang out in the standing room only section, to which one indignant passenger was arguing that she had paid just as much as any one else had, and the creepy ticket guy said, “Well you should have gotten here earlier, don’t you think?” But the tickets were stamped “Early arrivals receive no preferential treatment”

When I was fully awake, I knew I had to write this down as soon as I could.

And here it is.

—djo

Wild Dreams

(And I use the word ‘Wild’ as in “Extremely Interesting”- at least to me.)

-This may have been last Monday, the 23rd of November, 2009-

(In my waking life, I recently read a page on Billy Meier’s web site in which his supposedly Plaeidian contact told him truth about King Arthur, Merlin, Excalibur and the Myth they became. King Arthur and his knights were not nice people. They were blood thirsty, mean, greedy brutes. a ‘Plejarin’ named Keridwena taught Merlin a lot of Spiritual stuff and she forged the sword that had several names, came to us through the legends as ‘Excalibur’. The sword was actually a ‘light ray weapon’. Instead of using it for peaceful ends, as Keridwena hoped, Arthur used it to terrorize his enemies and extort tax money from his ’subjects’. Merlin was not a bad person. He seemed to do as much as he could to encourage Arthur to become the person he is reputed to be in legends. Links: “http://www.theyfly.com” is the Billy Meier web site. “http://www.theyfly.com/The_Truth_About_Merlin.htm” is the page where the above is published.)

((The point of mentioning this is, as I was falling asleep, maybe not on Monday early early am, but recently, I was thinking that I’d really like to meet with positive Plaeidians if they’re still contactable, and Keridwena in particular. She sounded like a very interesting person. I wondered if she was still alive or if she could time travel to this era if she wasn’t.)

—The dream:

- (Not sure what happened in what order ,but this may be one dream, or two that were linked.) -

(1) Someone, a woman with brown hair and brown eyes was looking at the results of a test I had taken. she looked up from the paper and said, “You’re psychic!” with a smile. I responded by telling her, ‘And I’m an INFP’ she smiled again and said “…And, you’re an INFP, how did you know that?”

(2) I was with several people, in a park-like setting. A petite woman came to wherever I was. She had brown hair and brown eyes, ((I don’t think she was the same woman as in part (1) above, but she could have been, and this could have come before part 1. she could have been the one who tested me and read me the results.)) The woman smiled and beamed happiness at me and then said, “Well, aren’t you going to hug me? You called me and here I am.” -We hugged. As I was waking up, I thought the woman could have been, or probably was, Keridwena. ((( I have also sent out prayers/intentions to meet and learn from Angels and ArchAngels who might be able to help me understand important people’s ((((Important to me)))) Karma in relation to prosperity matters, and explain what I can do to help people in need, and what I can do to best please God here and now. But I woke up thinking I had contacted Keridwena.)))

—————Jim

More Wild Dreams

I’ve had several very interesting dreams lately, but I better post them later, I have a headache rigtht now.

—–Jim

Dreaming & Waking Up

Hi,

I’m still here.

Has anybody else noticed their dreams are making more sense lately? I wake up remembering more of what I dreamed and haven’t noticed dreamscapes senselessly morphing from one scene to another. I seem to stay in one place that looks a whole lot like some place you might find on earth. I don’t go for a walk in a house and two steps later I’m in a jungle or anything. That used to happen a lot.

-Another thing: Waking up- (I’m working nights this week, so I sleep during the day.) I woke up ‘hearing’ (more like feeling) something very much like a loud television’s audio, muffled through a thick wall. So it sounded like a news announcer with a deepish voice, but you couldn’t make out a single word he was saying. This happens rarely lately, but this is probably the third or fourth time in six months.

—Deej

More Dreams

-Sunday, 08 November, 2009-

Dreams:

I remembered at least 4 dreams when I woke up. (I’d been sleeping in snatches, unable to get more than a couple hours a day, whenever I could steal away to conk out and try to get some rest.)

1) I was out on the roof of a house I believed belonged to my family (as in = my father & mother?) The roof had a slight pitch, like a shed roof over a building extension, and there was a steeper sloped roof over hanging that roof. When I reached up and touched the beams of the over hanging roof, those beams crumbled at my touch. My father called from the ground, in a warning voice, “Get inside the house!” before I could move, the whole overhanging section broke loose and I could easily give it a shove to have it fall beyond the edge of the house, away from anything it could damage as it fell.

2) A semi sentient probe shaped something like a small, rust coloured version of darth vader’s fighter space ship {<o> or <=> is as close as I can picture it in ascii, the bracket like sections were solid metal, I don’t know, they might have had solar cells, electricity collection/conversion capability}. The probe was hovering over a city that looked a lot like New York City from where I was, and it bumped into a metallic globe atop a short cylinder atop a 4 sided pyramid atop a vey high sky scraper and started acting like it would crash into the city below. I was suddenly in the picture, holding on to the cylindrical part that held up and connected to the sphere that was the highest point of that building. I reached out to try to grab the probe (which would have been about two feet high and maybe three feet wide at its widest point. As I reached for it, it seemed to get its bearings and released itself from what may have been a magnetic hold it had on the smooth surface of the pyramid section, and sailed out in seeming good shape, over the city. I looked down, way down, and had the conviction that I could push off from the roof and fly over the city myself. I began to know I was dreaming and nearly woke up, but I was quite curious about the dream world and decided to stay there and explore some more.

3) It was night time, my sister (Sharon) was driving a station wagon, a large one, like a 1970’s size and style, (with the wood-like panels) There was a young girl with us (I think my sister was babysitting, the girl was her ‘charge’) My sister took a turn and became very nervous about narrow roads and very steep slopes. I told her I recognized the area- We stopped somewhere (Narrow driveway, top of a very steep slope with a low stone wall (two feet hight?) at theedge of the driveway. My sister told me that this is where her boyfriend lived. with his parents. The boy friend looked very much like Erin’s boy friend, Alex. His mother was there with him, they were obviously busy. His mother was talking on a cell phone while she was busy doing whatever she was doing. My sister picked up a box and looked at me, indicated that I should pick up one of the boxes close to the one she picked up. I had thought his mother would think it was strange and awkward that someone she didn’t know was inside her house, carrying boxes around that belonged to her son, so I introduced myself. The mother nodded an acknowledgement and continued to talk on the cell phone and also do whatever else she was doing. We carried the boxes outside where the boyfriend’s father was backing a beige coloured cadillac like car (vintage late 60’s?) with a French looking coat of arms at the frontmost, topmost point of the car’s hood. He backed the large car around my sister’s car as if it was no trouble at all. I followed my sister into another building, another house, very close next door to their house. An invisible presence, felt very evil, growled at us, growled something that sounded like words in some forgotten language. I then felt something like a force field radiating out from the invisible source of the growling words. The force field hit my left foot and the whole house shook.The walls inside the house were immediately scorched and black, I knew that someone had committed suicide in this house. I told my sister I had to meditate. She apologized for bringing me into this place, she’d heard rumours but didn’t believe in anything paranormal. As we left the house (and I saw a pattern of connecting swatztikas burned on the ground) She apologized again and said she thought that if it really was haunted I wouldn’t mind, because she’d seen me watching television shows about haunted houses with Cathi. I complained that I’d just had my soul raped, and re-itterated that I needed to meditate. I struggled to wake up and then struggled to garner enough strength to sit up, then stand up then say a prayer, then sit on the bed and meditate. Time went by quickly, I thought I might have meditated for 10 minutes and it was actually 15. I felt pretty good at this point.

4) (Before the above dreams, maybe the first dream I had today.) As I was falling asleep, I began walking on a street in what looked like a typical small town ‘downtown’ area. It was dusk, darkness rapidly approaching. I passed a young and pretty dark haired woman (guess? 16-20 year old) who was hesitating to walk into the shadowed area away from the street lamps. I saw a darker area inside the shadow, did not feel like that was anything menacing. I could feel the young woman react fearfully when I saw the shadow within the shadow. I stopped, turned toward her and said, “You’re afraid of the dark?” she nodded, I reached back to offer my hand. she jumped under my arm and pulled my hand around near her neck. I wondered if she was Middle-Eastern or even Hindu type Indian. She had very dark eyes, and suede shoes that were very rounded, no sharp angles to them. I wondered how she had known that she could trust me.

—–Jim