I awoke at 9 AM on the 3rd of October, 2012 to a single note being played on a Native American flute. The difference between that and a normal flute is the Native American one's notes are flats. At first I thought something was wrong with the air conditioner but the note was clearly coming from the north. Then I heard a cat scream like it was dying and tried my best to get out into the rest of the house to see what was going on. I was really groggy and stiff.
I saw nothing amiss and managed to stumble back to bed. I had only slept a few hours and almost immediately again the cat screamed. This time I was more limber and awake and checked the entire house only to find nothing but sleeping cats. George reported later he, too, had heard the scream but not the flute.
I lie there for a few minutes and would hear the single note on and off from a great distance and fell right off to sleep.
In my dream, I was talking to what appeared a spirit guide with a large deformed head. There were two others of them and they were picking up two people, a man and a woman in a helicopter from the roof of what they identified as the Bank of America building. I believe a third being was transporting me as the other four seemed unaware I was there. When we arrived at the roof, I noticed there was no helicopter and that the two guides had turned into dragons. They resembled the Chinese dragons, wingless and about 15 long total, the bodies about 8 or 9 feet. They easily levitated and we were taken to the top of a mountain/dead volcano in the Caribbean.
The Dragons put each person down. The yellow/orange dragon was in charge of the woman and the woman turned into a smaller dragon. She immediately bowed her head. My dragon/guide asked what I thought of them and I said I didn't approve of having to bow to anyone. He quickly explained that she wasn't bowing. The energy or power of the older larger dragon was such that she could not look directly at it.
The brown dragon kept the man in human form and told him to go down through the opening at the top of the mountain and turn the machine off. The man looked down and asked how he was supposed to get all the way down there. The dragon gave him a shove off the edge and he floated down. The man then asked which machine and the dragon said to just turn all the knobs. There were multiple racks containing what looked almost like black mason jars that were the machine. Keep in mind my mind was trying to interpret something so foreign to it that it was turning it into these racks of mason jars. The man once said, "but which one?" The brown dragon levitated him out of the cavern and said "what do you mean?" The man said, "There must be a dozen of those things down there. Which one?"
That had all the dragons looking at each other and mine said, "This is not good." The brown and yellow/orange one pushed a huge flat rock over the hole sealing it and everyone started to leave. The woman was complaining she wanted to stay as a dragon as the man she was with had kept the books well protected but he was unable to open any of them. The man wanted to return as a human. The dragon with me suddenly said, "Romney is just evil."
I awoke to a trilling like someone playing a scale on a harp. It was went about 3 times and I was wide awake laying in bed wondering what was going on as there is nothing in the house that can make that sound. Much to my shock, it was 6 PM.
The sound that put me to sleep and the sound that awoke me was definitely in this dimension and time. George also heard the cat scream. None of my cats were even awake. Any thoughts???
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Sun World
In this world, the sun is so strong that life on the surface is impossible. People live in caves, caverns and underground. They travel from location to location by waiting for clouds to arrive and block the sun light. Then they travel with the cloud to the next location. My visitor, whose mind I was inhabiting, was amazed at how the native knew where the cloud was going and how fast it was moving, so he asked.
The native replied that he preferred the Central Cloud Forecasting but others used different services. That sort of knocked my visitor for a loop and that was when I found out more about this world.
The huge eyes that the natives appeared to have were actually implanted shields that domed over their eye sockets. These shields are screens that computer data is projected onto from an outside source. So, he was actually getting a forecast of the cloud speed and direction on this screen.
However, these screens are much more than just a nice computer monitor. It turns out that although my host was only seeing a world in which everything was a uniform bland color and every chair and table and plate and cup was the same, what the native saw was determined by the program they had purchased. In other words, the base structures were exactly the same everywhere, but if you liked Tudor style bedroom furniture in dark green, your program caused you to see that base furniture in that style and anyone entering your living space "saw" that style and color. You purchased programs and decorated with them rather than actually using resources for anything to be manufactured. That gave you complete artistic freedom over your environment.
The sunlight was so strong that solar cells accumulated energy from reflected light rather than direct sunlight. Plants were grown inside the cave and once again, the food product was uniform but you purchased not only the appearance program but the flavor program so you appeared to be eating a varied meal.
The clouds formed in the atmosphere, I am no weather scientist so bear with me, out of moisture, dirt and a metallic substance they had once spread in the upper atmosphere for the purpose of reflecting the sunlight and keeping the surface from heating to such a point that they would be where they are today. At one time, they lived on the surface and the planet had a temperate climate. But, the stuff they tried to use turned out to reflect the sunlight in all directions, not just form a barrier, and the result was they amplified the sunlight rather than reducing it. Now this stuff becomes magnetized and with dust and dirt forms the dark clouds that roam across the planet until the charge dissipates and they scatter back into the atmosphere. When they form, their shadow blocks the light enough to allow travel across the planet for short distances. They move at very differing rates depending on wind speed so prediction services track their predicted paths and life spans to determine whether travel is possible. You can be stranded in the light and die if the prediction is wrong. Travel is not something anyone does unless they absolutely have to get somewhere.
The level of metal in the atmosphere prevents any real communication between colonies, so they have professional travelers that risk their lives moving between colonies with all the scientific advances, news and programs as couriers. Real long distance travel is impossible. At night the temperatures drop so rapidly, everything out on the surface fast freezes.
The native replied that he preferred the Central Cloud Forecasting but others used different services. That sort of knocked my visitor for a loop and that was when I found out more about this world.
The huge eyes that the natives appeared to have were actually implanted shields that domed over their eye sockets. These shields are screens that computer data is projected onto from an outside source. So, he was actually getting a forecast of the cloud speed and direction on this screen.
However, these screens are much more than just a nice computer monitor. It turns out that although my host was only seeing a world in which everything was a uniform bland color and every chair and table and plate and cup was the same, what the native saw was determined by the program they had purchased. In other words, the base structures were exactly the same everywhere, but if you liked Tudor style bedroom furniture in dark green, your program caused you to see that base furniture in that style and anyone entering your living space "saw" that style and color. You purchased programs and decorated with them rather than actually using resources for anything to be manufactured. That gave you complete artistic freedom over your environment.
The sunlight was so strong that solar cells accumulated energy from reflected light rather than direct sunlight. Plants were grown inside the cave and once again, the food product was uniform but you purchased not only the appearance program but the flavor program so you appeared to be eating a varied meal.
The clouds formed in the atmosphere, I am no weather scientist so bear with me, out of moisture, dirt and a metallic substance they had once spread in the upper atmosphere for the purpose of reflecting the sunlight and keeping the surface from heating to such a point that they would be where they are today. At one time, they lived on the surface and the planet had a temperate climate. But, the stuff they tried to use turned out to reflect the sunlight in all directions, not just form a barrier, and the result was they amplified the sunlight rather than reducing it. Now this stuff becomes magnetized and with dust and dirt forms the dark clouds that roam across the planet until the charge dissipates and they scatter back into the atmosphere. When they form, their shadow blocks the light enough to allow travel across the planet for short distances. They move at very differing rates depending on wind speed so prediction services track their predicted paths and life spans to determine whether travel is possible. You can be stranded in the light and die if the prediction is wrong. Travel is not something anyone does unless they absolutely have to get somewhere.
The level of metal in the atmosphere prevents any real communication between colonies, so they have professional travelers that risk their lives moving between colonies with all the scientific advances, news and programs as couriers. Real long distance travel is impossible. At night the temperatures drop so rapidly, everything out on the surface fast freezes.
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