This is my personal dream journal. You are invited to explore it for any value you may extract. My primary purpose is to have a place to record my dreams that I can not lose (like one of my hard copy journals). I also want to share how I organize and notate my dreams to facilitate a conversation on ways to improve dream recall, dream interpretation and the lucid dreaming experience.
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Trianglulation
6:07am
Triangulation (Big Dream)
I am working with someone to accomplish a specific task. We are driving around a large city, likely LA, and choosing locations for our project. We need to find or build three towers that have a specific geometric and geographic relationship with one another.
We have two sites chosen and are traveling by car to the third. There is traffic congestion that will make traveling to the third very difficult. I get an inspired idea to intuitively choose the site for the third. We normally were just given instructions after someone else had done the complex calculations, but I could see that a very close and convenient location would suffice perfectly. The calculations proved the choice to be correct.
There will be some kind of a transmission device on each tower. It will provide something vital to the triangulated area. As I am going in and out of the dream, I have several instances of the exact nature of there devices coming in and out of focus or morphing form.
Notes: As I was journaling the dream, I realized what this may be about. The big idea for development in Chatham County. WiFi...cheap for the new developments or free (sliding scale) for those in broadcast distance.
Side note 1: I want to climb the tower on rope and harness. Teach kids to do it. Work with Charlie. Build a small platform only accessible by rope and harness.
Side note 2: I want to have Steve channel Salli.
Friday, February 24, 2017
Dream Boosts
9;23 pm (S: Galatamine, 2x 4mg, Choline 1x 500 mg
The Country Store
Scene 1. Coming in the front door, moving through a big space into the back room.
Scene 2. Look out the narrow vertical windows to see the people wandering around.
Scene 3. Going outside. Looking far away.
Scene 4. Coming back inside, going into the front room and having a long conversation with a woman.
Crazy Town
In and out 2-3 times. I am walking through a crowded series of hallways, corridors and public spaces. People stare at me and then approach me. As they get close and starting talking to me they distort into scary creature intent on getting me or trapping me in some way. I become very adept at anticipating their moves and avoid any truly negative situations.
Notes: I had difficulty getting back to sleep. I could not remember the exact phrasing of the Sparrow words asking for more lucid dreams.
The Country Store
Scene 1. Coming in the front door, moving through a big space into the back room.
Scene 2. Look out the narrow vertical windows to see the people wandering around.
Scene 3. Going outside. Looking far away.
Scene 4. Coming back inside, going into the front room and having a long conversation with a woman.
Crazy Town
In and out 2-3 times. I am walking through a crowded series of hallways, corridors and public spaces. People stare at me and then approach me. As they get close and starting talking to me they distort into scary creature intent on getting me or trapping me in some way. I become very adept at anticipating their moves and avoid any truly negative situations.
Notes: I had difficulty getting back to sleep. I could not remember the exact phrasing of the Sparrow words asking for more lucid dreams.
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Sparrow Project Last Baseline Dream
Me and My Truck, Together Forever
(A non-linear Dream )
I am in and out of this dream several times. I am meditating on the essence of pickup truck. We are one. We are part of a larger group. The essence is pickup truck. I can feel the true essence of pickup truck and at the same time this essence makes me part of a larger group. It is not a group of individuals it is just a sense of a larger community or mind. I can sense an image or object, but it is not conventionally visual. It is bright, vivid and possibly yellow/orange. As I become one with pickup truck I become one with a larger expanded experience. It feels warm and inviting. There is nothing to be or do, there is only being one with all that is pickup truck.
Notes: When I awoke I was very excited and happy. I have been feeling under pressure to complete my last baseline dream. I thought of writing down anything, so I could just be done. As I was drifting in and out of the dream I felt this relief that I had a dream so short, clear and concise. It was only when I tried to journal it that I became aware how difficult is was to describe.
I have a new job that requires me to get a nice pickup truck.It is being purchased at auction and I will hear today if we won the auction. The income potential of this new job will make many things possible. I have never had a truck before and have slowly been accepting and experiencing its powerful spiritual essence. Last evening I also participated in a meditation workshop.
To do: Fully expand this idea as part of my cross cultural journey.
Thursday, February 16, 2017
Sparrow Project Exp Night 6 (last Exp Night)
8:35 AM
Crossing Racial Lines
I am with group of people at a party on a patio. A a woman I'm interested in is sitting in front of me in what appears to be a large chair with a tall back and sweeping armrests. As I approach her she seems to be almost surrounded by something, like a blanket or dark upholstery. I ask and she agrees to dance. I realize she has been sitting in the lap of very very large black man. I think to myself that he was so large and dark it was like he was invisible. I immediately apologize. I think there's no way I can tell him I didn’t see him because he was so dark and large. Instead I make a comment or even possibly ask how tall he is. He is obviously taken back. I then ask him if it's OK if I dance with the woman, because they're obviously friends, at least, he says it's perfectly fine and we go off to dance.
As I am with her we start discussing my interactions with her friend. I have obviously offended him. We are in the same scene but our positions have changed. He has moved across an open space and climbed inside a small open shed. He is now completely invisible but we are talking.
I try to apologize for the way we met. I explicitly apologize for my comment about his height. There is another topic we need to talk about that I'm also embarrassed about. It is very specific. It may be someone's name. It is even more reluctant to talk about this. But as the conversation continues he slowly engages with me and emerges from the shadows. He stands up, comes out into the light and we begin a full conversation.
I awake.
Notes. As I awaken I review the dream and name it. I feel that his coming out of the shed was like a bear coming out of its den. I am able to go back into the dream or the dream state a couple of more times. I forget the detail the dreams.The theme of bridging cultural divides comes directly from my waking life. I am actively trying to cross racial lines and understand the differences between by coming up with ways to communicate less awkwardly.
Crossing Racial Lines
I am with group of people at a party on a patio. A a woman I'm interested in is sitting in front of me in what appears to be a large chair with a tall back and sweeping armrests. As I approach her she seems to be almost surrounded by something, like a blanket or dark upholstery. I ask and she agrees to dance. I realize she has been sitting in the lap of very very large black man. I think to myself that he was so large and dark it was like he was invisible. I immediately apologize. I think there's no way I can tell him I didn’t see him because he was so dark and large. Instead I make a comment or even possibly ask how tall he is. He is obviously taken back. I then ask him if it's OK if I dance with the woman, because they're obviously friends, at least, he says it's perfectly fine and we go off to dance.
As I am with her we start discussing my interactions with her friend. I have obviously offended him. We are in the same scene but our positions have changed. He has moved across an open space and climbed inside a small open shed. He is now completely invisible but we are talking.
I try to apologize for the way we met. I explicitly apologize for my comment about his height. There is another topic we need to talk about that I'm also embarrassed about. It is very specific. It may be someone's name. It is even more reluctant to talk about this. But as the conversation continues he slowly engages with me and emerges from the shadows. He stands up, comes out into the light and we begin a full conversation.
I awake.
Notes. As I awaken I review the dream and name it. I feel that his coming out of the shed was like a bear coming out of its den. I am able to go back into the dream or the dream state a couple of more times. I forget the detail the dreams.The theme of bridging cultural divides comes directly from my waking life. I am actively trying to cross racial lines and understand the differences between by coming up with ways to communicate less awkwardly.
Sunday, February 12, 2017
Sparrow Project Exp Night 5
9:13am
The EMT (Snippet only)
I am being shown a visual presentation of the difference between two types of EMT. One has an injury in their heal the other does not. There is a test that involves putting a metal band round them and tightening it until fat comes out. The presentation is disembodied from dream characters or detailed physical objects.
The scene changes am I am an EMT instead of reviewing information about them, but I do not remember any additional details.
Notes: In away I am an injured EMT in "real life". I am learning to use rope and harness like an emergency responder and I have a sore heel. Unfortunately I have may concerns about the work and the thoughts of the day rushes in and kept me from fully remembering the dream.
The EMT (Snippet only)
I am being shown a visual presentation of the difference between two types of EMT. One has an injury in their heal the other does not. There is a test that involves putting a metal band round them and tightening it until fat comes out. The presentation is disembodied from dream characters or detailed physical objects.
The scene changes am I am an EMT instead of reviewing information about them, but I do not remember any additional details.
Notes: In away I am an injured EMT in "real life". I am learning to use rope and harness like an emergency responder and I have a sore heel. Unfortunately I have may concerns about the work and the thoughts of the day rushes in and kept me from fully remembering the dream.
Tuesday, February 7, 2017
Sparrow Project Exp Night 4
7:07 AM
Weird Bed in the Attic
I am in the top floor of an old house. I am in bed. There is someone else sleeping with me in a separate bed. He is a young man. I notice something very strange about my bed. I am crawling past the the foot and it's very long. As I traverse the curvy extra long and down curving top of the mattress I'm going into a narrow corner of the room. The room is warped and strange. Windows are like portholes. And I think this is very strange. But I can't figure it out.
The Anxious Shopping Trip
I am in the car with three other people. One of them is in my wife. We were traveling for sometime and I realize we are driving far away from the city. I've become anxious because I know I have some appointments and I'm afraid we're getting too far away and I will miss my appointments. We pull into a small town that very beautifully restored. Small unique shops in old houses, quaint restaurants, etc. It's sunny and very nice out. We get out of the car and I begin to be seriously concerned about my appointments. I check out my phone and try and check my calendar. The phone is not working properly. I see that the battery is not connected and I try to insert it. But the internals of the phone are all messed up I can see all these electronic parts they move around inside while I'm trying to insert the battery. I'm beginning to panic because I have to check my calendar and I can't get my phone to work. When I look around and I can't find my briefcase. I have two or three other possessions and they seem to all be all spread around the small park I'm in. I'm worried that I'm losing my mind. Now I look for help and I find a woman that I'm working for. She's my boss. I ask her how to put the battery back in the phone. I hand her the phone and she very easily puts the battery in and gets the phone working. I am now concerned that my calendar is not synchronized with my wife's and that's why she has brought me so far away from where my appointments are. I am getting seriously anxious and I can't figure out why everything is so out of control.
The Odd Sales Call
I am calling someone on the phone. Is someone I have not spoken to in a long time. Possibly someone I may know from high school or something like that. But it feels like I'm trying to make a sales call. I ask him a series of questions about his business. He owns some kind of warehouse. And I ask him a question about what's in the warehouse. He answers me but it's a complex weird answer and I don't understand. I thank him for his time and then ask him a strange question. I tell him I don't know why I'm calling and I ask him is there anything that he needs. I may say do you need my help. He says yes. His younger of two sons has just died. It only happened two days ago. It was accidental and his older son is having a very difficult time. I am immediately emotionally involved. I am highly empathetic and it feels like I have lost a son. I am very sympathetic and tell him how sorry I am. I don't have any particular advice or try to do anything. I am crying on the phone.
I wake up.
Notes: Before I wake I review my three dreams. I don't want to forget them. I'm sure I have only been asleep for a brief time. I estimate it has been about an hour and then I open my eyes and look at the clock. As I open my eyes I look out the window there is a beautiful sunrise but outside my window. I know immediately it's not 630 in the morning it's way after seven. I have been asleep much longer than I thought. Actually it may have only been a little bit over an hour. I went back to sleep about 530 but it took a while to get to sleep. So I definitely awoke disoriented.
The anxiousness in my dreams is very encouraging because I'm trying to wake up in my dream or I am trying to figure out why the environment that I'm in is so strange. So when I woke up my mood was anxious and afraid because I thought I was going insane. But I was very happy immediately after realizing I had been dreaming so vividly. All of the dreams were very bright very and very realistic and detailed.
I'm going back to sleep at 7:30. I'm going to give myself a new instructions to actually be lucid. The instructions that I followed worked very well but were no specific enough. I was more aware and more responsive, but not lucid. I've had this experience before when the incubation I gave was taken very literally and did not produce the desired result. Like my unconscious is working with me but taking every opportunity to do what I said not what I wanted. (For example: I incubated the idea to wake up in my dream and I had a false awakening)
I am in the top floor of an old house. I am in bed. There is someone else sleeping with me in a separate bed. He is a young man. I notice something very strange about my bed. I am crawling past the the foot and it's very long. As I traverse the curvy extra long and down curving top of the mattress I'm going into a narrow corner of the room. The room is warped and strange. Windows are like portholes. And I think this is very strange. But I can't figure it out.
The Anxious Shopping Trip
I am in the car with three other people. One of them is in my wife. We were traveling for sometime and I realize we are driving far away from the city. I've become anxious because I know I have some appointments and I'm afraid we're getting too far away and I will miss my appointments. We pull into a small town that very beautifully restored. Small unique shops in old houses, quaint restaurants, etc. It's sunny and very nice out. We get out of the car and I begin to be seriously concerned about my appointments. I check out my phone and try and check my calendar. The phone is not working properly. I see that the battery is not connected and I try to insert it. But the internals of the phone are all messed up I can see all these electronic parts they move around inside while I'm trying to insert the battery. I'm beginning to panic because I have to check my calendar and I can't get my phone to work. When I look around and I can't find my briefcase. I have two or three other possessions and they seem to all be all spread around the small park I'm in. I'm worried that I'm losing my mind. Now I look for help and I find a woman that I'm working for. She's my boss. I ask her how to put the battery back in the phone. I hand her the phone and she very easily puts the battery in and gets the phone working. I am now concerned that my calendar is not synchronized with my wife's and that's why she has brought me so far away from where my appointments are. I am getting seriously anxious and I can't figure out why everything is so out of control.
The Odd Sales Call
I am calling someone on the phone. Is someone I have not spoken to in a long time. Possibly someone I may know from high school or something like that. But it feels like I'm trying to make a sales call. I ask him a series of questions about his business. He owns some kind of warehouse. And I ask him a question about what's in the warehouse. He answers me but it's a complex weird answer and I don't understand. I thank him for his time and then ask him a strange question. I tell him I don't know why I'm calling and I ask him is there anything that he needs. I may say do you need my help. He says yes. His younger of two sons has just died. It only happened two days ago. It was accidental and his older son is having a very difficult time. I am immediately emotionally involved. I am highly empathetic and it feels like I have lost a son. I am very sympathetic and tell him how sorry I am. I don't have any particular advice or try to do anything. I am crying on the phone.
I wake up.
Notes: Before I wake I review my three dreams. I don't want to forget them. I'm sure I have only been asleep for a brief time. I estimate it has been about an hour and then I open my eyes and look at the clock. As I open my eyes I look out the window there is a beautiful sunrise but outside my window. I know immediately it's not 630 in the morning it's way after seven. I have been asleep much longer than I thought. Actually it may have only been a little bit over an hour. I went back to sleep about 530 but it took a while to get to sleep. So I definitely awoke disoriented.
The anxiousness in my dreams is very encouraging because I'm trying to wake up in my dream or I am trying to figure out why the environment that I'm in is so strange. So when I woke up my mood was anxious and afraid because I thought I was going insane. But I was very happy immediately after realizing I had been dreaming so vividly. All of the dreams were very bright very and very realistic and detailed.
I'm going back to sleep at 7:30. I'm going to give myself a new instructions to actually be lucid. The instructions that I followed worked very well but were no specific enough. I was more aware and more responsive, but not lucid. I've had this experience before when the incubation I gave was taken very literally and did not produce the desired result. Like my unconscious is working with me but taking every opportunity to do what I said not what I wanted. (For example: I incubated the idea to wake up in my dream and I had a false awakening)
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
Sparrow Project Exp Night 3
8:30 AM
The Dig (S: possibly 2 galantamine)
I am with a large group of people. It's a casual party like atmosphere. We are outdoors. We are discussing the details of an anthropological dig it is on going. We are trying to prove a theory that we are uncovering the scene of a large battle. The theory is being put together with a combination of what we already know and what we are finding. I am not a principal in the dig. I am a newbie but very interested in the process.
There is an authority figure possibly a school principal. He’s a large older gentleman who is very overbearing. He's very opinionated about his interpretation of what's going on. The dig leader explains the evidence we have and how it supports our theory. He dismisses it out of hand, states emphatically that it’s ridiculous and somewhere between walks and storms back into his office.
I now have a conversation with the lead digger. I start to understand pieces of the puzzle. I espouse the theory and I am actually angry with the principal and declare that he's totally ignorant. The lead digger explains to me that my theory is not correct either and that there is a new group of people that we are getting evidence of. Something about the nature of that group that makes it likely that there was a battle. This new group that we are just getting a tiny bit of evidence about were very warlike, very sophisticated and had sophisticated large war weapons. I exclaim, wouldn't it be nice to dig up pieces of that war equipment. He agrees with me wholeheartedly.
I am in the same scene but I am now spending time with other members of the dig.They are dressed in a bulky period garb similar to Vikings. They have multiple complex layers and may have headgear as well. I am talking with a large man who's asking for help with getting part of his gear off. Initially I don't understand enough about the gear to help him. Now I am next to a woman who is also in this elaborate clothing. She's beginning to lie down, possibly in a hammock,I may also be helping her.
The scene changes and I am watching the lead anthropologist discussing the dig with a beautiful young woman. He looks differently than he did in the earlier scene. He is less sophisticated possibly wearing a stereotypical kaki African explorer outfit, shorts, big boots, etc. He is having a detailed discussion about the theory and practice of the dig. She is very interested and wants to help. He explains to her that she will be able to help. There is something very special that she can do. The lecherous look on his face implies is that her part involves sexual intimacy and that it is somehow directly physically connect to uncovering the mysteries. I awake.
Notes: There was another very elaborate dream that I had just before this one. I could not remember it. Initially when I woke up I could not remember this dream either. Then I got a thread into it and was able to remember a lot of the detail. It was not particularly vivid. I did have full on conversations with the characters but I was not even partially lucid. It will be interesting to know whether on this particular night I had a dream supplement or not. It's only been two days so the effect may have been diminished.
What is the dream telling me?
In my waking life I'm trying to learn something new about roofing. Which I'm finding intimidating and very scary because of getting on the roofs. It's a fear of heights and fear of falling. In this dream, possibly not ironically, it's about going under the ground. How much more safe can you be then being an a hole versus being being on a roof?
What am I going to do about it?
I have a course set for myself that is at the very maximum of my capabilities. In fact my current capabilities are not up to the job. I need to be more skilled and less afraid on the roof. I need to be more fit, stronger and have better balance. The things more directly in my control I'm OK with, like knowledge and sales detail. So the jury is out on whether this is going to work or not.
Recently I have on several occasions awoken in fear thinking about getting on roofs. I decided to take a more logical approach and did some research online. I felt better about the prospects of properly using safety equipment. As I stepped out of doors there was a hawk flying above uttering a series of three cries. In the past I've been confusing hawk calls with other birds. It was nice to get the clear visual confirmation that this was a hawk. I also took it as a very positive omen. What better spirit animal than on that is owns the sky.
The Dig (S: possibly 2 galantamine)
I am with a large group of people. It's a casual party like atmosphere. We are outdoors. We are discussing the details of an anthropological dig it is on going. We are trying to prove a theory that we are uncovering the scene of a large battle. The theory is being put together with a combination of what we already know and what we are finding. I am not a principal in the dig. I am a newbie but very interested in the process.
There is an authority figure possibly a school principal. He’s a large older gentleman who is very overbearing. He's very opinionated about his interpretation of what's going on. The dig leader explains the evidence we have and how it supports our theory. He dismisses it out of hand, states emphatically that it’s ridiculous and somewhere between walks and storms back into his office.
I now have a conversation with the lead digger. I start to understand pieces of the puzzle. I espouse the theory and I am actually angry with the principal and declare that he's totally ignorant. The lead digger explains to me that my theory is not correct either and that there is a new group of people that we are getting evidence of. Something about the nature of that group that makes it likely that there was a battle. This new group that we are just getting a tiny bit of evidence about were very warlike, very sophisticated and had sophisticated large war weapons. I exclaim, wouldn't it be nice to dig up pieces of that war equipment. He agrees with me wholeheartedly.
I am in the same scene but I am now spending time with other members of the dig.They are dressed in a bulky period garb similar to Vikings. They have multiple complex layers and may have headgear as well. I am talking with a large man who's asking for help with getting part of his gear off. Initially I don't understand enough about the gear to help him. Now I am next to a woman who is also in this elaborate clothing. She's beginning to lie down, possibly in a hammock,I may also be helping her.
The scene changes and I am watching the lead anthropologist discussing the dig with a beautiful young woman. He looks differently than he did in the earlier scene. He is less sophisticated possibly wearing a stereotypical kaki African explorer outfit, shorts, big boots, etc. He is having a detailed discussion about the theory and practice of the dig. She is very interested and wants to help. He explains to her that she will be able to help. There is something very special that she can do. The lecherous look on his face implies is that her part involves sexual intimacy and that it is somehow directly physically connect to uncovering the mysteries. I awake.
Notes: There was another very elaborate dream that I had just before this one. I could not remember it. Initially when I woke up I could not remember this dream either. Then I got a thread into it and was able to remember a lot of the detail. It was not particularly vivid. I did have full on conversations with the characters but I was not even partially lucid. It will be interesting to know whether on this particular night I had a dream supplement or not. It's only been two days so the effect may have been diminished.
What is the dream telling me?
In my waking life I'm trying to learn something new about roofing. Which I'm finding intimidating and very scary because of getting on the roofs. It's a fear of heights and fear of falling. In this dream, possibly not ironically, it's about going under the ground. How much more safe can you be then being an a hole versus being being on a roof?
What am I going to do about it?
I have a course set for myself that is at the very maximum of my capabilities. In fact my current capabilities are not up to the job. I need to be more skilled and less afraid on the roof. I need to be more fit, stronger and have better balance. The things more directly in my control I'm OK with, like knowledge and sales detail. So the jury is out on whether this is going to work or not.
Recently I have on several occasions awoken in fear thinking about getting on roofs. I decided to take a more logical approach and did some research online. I felt better about the prospects of properly using safety equipment. As I stepped out of doors there was a hawk flying above uttering a series of three cries. In the past I've been confusing hawk calls with other birds. It was nice to get the clear visual confirmation that this was a hawk. I also took it as a very positive omen. What better spirit animal than on that is owns the sky.
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