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Dream - Tornado at Train Depot

Setting:  Old buildings, Train Station, Restaurant
Props:  Tornado, Train, storm shelter
Characters:  Father-in-law, brother, wife, cisc. others

I was with a rather large group of people going out to dinner in an old cow-town-like building.  The setting was much like a train museum I visited a couple of years ago in Western Kentucky.  I'm not clear on if these were co-workers, family, friends, or a mixture.  Out the back door of the restaurant was a train depot.  It was some sort of special occasion and they were running an antique train with passenger cars to celebrate.  My father-in-law and I were looking a storm shelter across the tracks.  He had built it.  I was jokingly telling him that the only level part was the roof that I helped build.  Then we began looking at the sky.  I commented on how fast the clouds were moving and in many different directions.  I told him that that this was conducive to produce tornadoes.  About that time, my brother called my cell phone.  He told me that a Tornado was at their house and that the storm would be in my area in about an hour.  We looked at the sky and saw debris flying around (tree limbs, leaves, kites).  It was beginning to get dark and windy.  The train pulled up and a few people in my party decided to go on a ride.  We weren't sure where the train was going nor if it was a round trip but they decided to ride it anyway.  I remained with my father-in-law.  The two of us were scanning the skyline looking for tornadoes and suddenly a big one appeared and was heading right for us.  The train returned and the passenger car containing my associates flipped over, off of the tracks.  My wife came to the door of the main building and yelled for us to hurry and get inside.  We were running up to the house and I realized I didn't have time to make it inside, so I dove into a corner on the porch, squatted down and covered my head.  The wind was beating down on me. 

Note:  I have always heard that tornado dreams were a sign of change coming into one's life.  And it is the one symbol that seemed pretty consistent in my past dream journals.  My wife is expecting another baby.  I'm employed in a good job but looking for another job.  It does seem that I am about to experience change.  The fact that my brother had experienced the tornado before me is interesting.  I wonder if he is about to encounter a huge life change as well.  And, I found it interesting that my associates who hopped on the antiquated train wrecked.  To me this means that they went the traditional route and as a result wound up in trouble.... that perhaps I shouldn't be riding the train to no-where (my current job?).

 

Turning things upside down!

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Metaprogramming & Zen

Today, I am reading "Zen Without Zen Masters" by Camdem Benares. I surprised to find one page that seemed to be pulled almost directly from the great late John Lilly's life work. Here is that page:

WHO'S IN CHARGE HERE?

You are the creator of the reality that you experience. Every event that occurs around you takes on meaning when you put your attention on it. During your lifetime you have been exposed to a lot of conditioning, but you have selected what seemed valid to you and made it part of your programming. If reality is getting you down, examine the programming that is in the biocomputer you call your mind. That programming can be changed at any time because you are your own programmer.

Jesus Today

J. W. Dunne's "An Experiment with Time"

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THE PUZZLE

Many people throughout history have claimed to have had prophetic dreams which have foretold of future events. Likewise, almost everybody has at one time or another experienced what is commonly referred to as da-ja-vu. If these phenomena were taken at face value, they would entail that our minds go beyond the generally accepted boundaries of space-time. Most of the time such events are considered either coincidence or the mind playing tricks on us. There is no proof that people can see into the future ---or is there? In J.W. Dunne's studies, he has uncovered a common thread in the content of almost everybody's dreams. This common thread may prove that our subconscious minds are in deed capable of seeing into the future. If we look at a dream's content with an open mind, there seems to be an equal number of events which correspond to the recent past as to the near future. The future events in question are generally statistically unlikely to have been guessed and often virtually impossible to have been logically predicted. It should be noted that upon making this discovery, J.W. Dunne did not believe in clairvoyance nor astral-wandering nor messages from the dead or dying. This was because J.W. Dunne was not compelled to take knowledge of the paranormal second-hand from some 'clairvoyant' or 'medium' ---with all the important points left out and a mass of misleading suggestion thrown in. For, the only reason that J.W. Dunne studied and came to believe these phenomena is they had happened, one and all, to himself.

J.W. Dunne assumed that if his dreams were often precognitive, then logically the average person must also have similar dreams. It may be asked how the average person may dream of future events and not even realize it, especially after the event in question actually occurs. The answer to this question is simple. First of all, the vast majority of dreams are forgotten the moment one wakes up. Second, when these congruencies are found, they are usually shrugged off as coincidence. And finally, people simply do not believe that they can see the future and therefore are unwilling to accept that such events have taken place. Accepting the prophetic nature of dreams, after all, would entail that popular science does not fully understand the workings of time in its relationship with mankind. An attempt to prove that this phenomena does indeed exist is the subject of the next chapter entitled, "The Experiment". There you will find that even the average person's dreaming mind is also capable of looking into the future.

The following are some examples of J.W. Dunne's own dreams that first led him to believe that there was something more to dreams than he would have liked to believe. After the dreams of J.W. Dunne are a few examples of personal dreams belonging to the author of this web-site, D. As odd as it may sound, D has found that J.W. Dunne's findings hold true in his own dreams as well.

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Examples of J.W. Dunne's Dream Content from Part II, THE PUZZLE

The First incident provided a very fair example of what might easily have passed for 'clairvoyance'. It occurred in 1899, when I was staying at an hotel in Sussex. I dreamed, one night, that I was having an argument with one of the waiters as to what was the correct time. I asserted that it was half-past four in the afternoon: he maintained that it was half-past four in the middle of the night. With the apparent illogicality peculiar to all dreams, I concluded that my watch must have stopped, and, on extracting that instrument from my waistcoat pocket, I saw, looking down on it, that this was precisely the case. It had stopped ---with the hands at half-past four. With that I awoke. The dream had been a peculiar one, and the net result of it all was that I lit a match to see whether the watch had really stopped. To my surprise it was not, as it usually is, by my bedside. I got out of bed, hunted round, and found it lying on the chest of drawers. Sure enough, it had stopped, and the hands stood at half-past four.

The solution seemed perfectly obvious. The watch must have stopped during the previous afternoon. I must have noticed this, forgotten it, and remembered it in my dream. Satisfied on that point, I rewound the instrument, but, not knowing the real time, I left the hands as they were.

On coming downstairs next morning, I made straight for the nearest clock, with the object of setting the watch right. For if, as I supposed, it had stopped during the previous afternoon, and had merely been rewound at some unknown hour of the night, it was likely to be out by several hours (In other words, it was extremely unlikely that I should have dreamed of half-past four at precisely half-past four).

To my absolute amazement I found that the hands had lost only some two or three minutes ---about the amount of time which had elapsed between my waking from the dream and rewinding the watch.

This suggested, of course, that the watch had stopped at the actual moment of the dream (The probability of my having dreamed of half-past four at half-past four must be multiplied by the improbability of my having been bothered by a stopped watch on the previous afternoon without retaining the faintest recollection of such a fact). The latter was probably brought about by my missing the accustomed ticking. But ---how did I come to see, in that dream, that the hands stood, as they actually did, at half-past four?

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Then came an incident of an entirely different character.

In January of 1901, I dreamed that I was at a place which I took to be Fashoda, a little way up the Nile from Khartoum. The dream was a perfectly ordinary one, and by no means vivid, except in one particular. this was the sudden appearance of three men coming from the South. They were marvelously ragged, dressed in khaki faded to the colour of sackcloth; and their faces under their dusty helmets were burned almost black. They looked in fact, exactly like soldiers of the column with which I had lately been trekking in South Africa, and such I took them to be. I was puzzled as to why they should have traveled all the way from that country to the Sudan, and I questioned them on that point. They assured me, however, that this was precisely what they had done. 'We have come right through from the Cape,' said one. Another added: 'I've had an awful time. I nearly died of yellow fever.'

The remainder of the dream was unimportant.

At that time we were receiving the Daily Telegraph regularly from England. On opening this paper at breakfast, the morning after the dream, my eye was caught by the following headlines:

THE CAPE TO CAIRO
'DAILY TELEGRAPH'
EXPEDITION AT KHARTOUM
From our
special corespondent.
KHARTOUM, Thursday (5 p.m.).
The Daily Telegraph
expedition has arrived at
Khartoum after a magnificent journey etc., etc.

A note in another part of the paper stated that the expedition was led by M. Lionel Decle. I heard or read subsequently that one of the three white men of the party had died en route; not, however, of yellow fever, but of enteric. Whether this was true, or whether there were three white leaders, I don't know.

One or two remarks may be made here.

I had heard, some years previously, that M. Lionel Decle was contemplating some such trans-continental journey; but I did not know that anything had come of the scheme. Certainly I had no idea that the expedition had started.

The expedition arrived at Khartoum the day before the news was published in London, and thus long before I had the dream, as that issue of the paper had to get from London to Alassio, and the dream did not occur till the night before its arrival. This put any 'astral-wandering' business completely out of the question.

I attempted no explanation.

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In the sprint of 1902, I was encamped with the 6th Mounted Infantry near the ruins of Lindley, in the (then) Orange Free State. We had just come of trek, and mails and newspapers arrived but rarely.

There, one night, I had an unusually vivid and rather unpleasant dream . . . about an island which I recognized as an island of which I had dreamed before --an island which was in imminent peril from a volcano. And, when I saw the vapor spouting from the ground, I gasped: 'It's the island! God Lord, the whole thing is going to blow up!' . . . Forthwith I was seized with a frantic desire to save the four thousand (I knew the number) unsuspecting inhabitants. Obviously there was only one way of doing this, and that was to take them off in ships. There followed a most distressing nightmare, in which I was at a neighboring island, trying to get the incredulous French authorities to dispatch vessels of every and any description to remove the inhabitants of the threatened island. I was sent from one official to another; clinging to the heads of a team of horses drawing the carriage of one 'Mounsieur le Maire', who was going out to dine and wanted me to return when his office would be open next day. All through the dream the number of the people in danger obsesses my mind. I repeated it to everyone I met, and, at the moment of waking, I was shouting to the 'Maire', 'Listen! Four thousand people will be killed unless----'
I am not certain now when we received our next batch of papers, but, when they did come, the Daily Telegraph was amongst them, and, on opening the center sheet, this is what met my eyes:

VOLCANO DISASTER
IN
MARTINIQUE
TOWN SWEPT AWAY
AN AVALANCHE OF
FLAME
PROBABLE LOSS OF OVER
40,000 LIVES
BRITISH STEAMER
BURNT
One of the most terrible disasters in the annals
of the world has
befallen the once prosperous town
of St. Pierre, the commercial capital of
the French
island of Martinique in the West Indies. At eight
o'clock
on Thursday morning the volcano Mont
Pelee which had been quiescent
for a century,
etc., etc.

But there is no need to go over the story of the worst eruption in modern history.

In another column of the same paper was the following, the headlines being somewhat smaller:

A MOUNTAIN EXPLODES

There followed the report of the schooner Ocean Traveler, which had been obliged to leave St. Vincent owing to a fall of sand from the volcano there, and had subsequently been unable to reach St. Lucia owning to adverse currents opposite the ill-fated St. Pierre. The paragraph contained these words:

'When she was about a mile off, the
volcano Mont Pelee exploded', etc., etc.

* * * *

. . . The more I thought of the two episodes the clearer it became that, in each case, the dream had been precisely the sort of thing I might have expected to have experienced after reading the printed report ---a perfectly ordinary dream based upon the personal experience of reading. How, then, could I be sure that those dreams had not been false memories engendered by the act of reading?

But there was the watch business to be taken into account. That, certainly could not be made to fit in with the new theory, unless I were a great deal madder than I could bring myself to believe.

I was, however, absolutely satisfied that neither in the Cape to Cairo nor in the Mont Pelee dream had there been any 'astral-wandering', or any direct vision across leagues of space, or any 'messages' from the actors in the actual episodes represented. These dreams had been induced, either by the reading of the paragraphs, or else by telepathic communications from the journalist in the Daily Telegraph office who had written those accounts.
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Then came a dream which somewhat simplified the matter (1904). For it ruled out definitely: insanity, clairvoyance, astral-wandering, spirit-messages, and telepathy. But it left me face to face with something much more staggering than any of these.

. . . I dreamed one night that I was walking down a sort of pathway between two fields, separated from the latter by high iron railings, eight or nine feet high, on each side of the path. My attention was suddenly attracted to a horse in the field on my left. It had apparently gone mad, and was tearing about, kicking and plunging in a most frenzied fashion. I cast a hasty glance backwards and forwards along the railings to see if there were any openings by which the animal could get out. Satisfied that there was none, I continued on my way. A few moments later I heard the hoofs thundering behind me. Glancing back I saw, to my dismay, that the brute had somehow got out after all, and was coming full tilt after me down the pathway. It was a full-fledged nightmare ---and I ran like a hare. Ahead of me the path ended at the foot of a flight of wooden steps rising upward. I was striving frantically to reach these when I awoke.

Next day I went fishing with my brother . . . my brother called out: 'Look at that horse!' Glancing across the river, I saw the scene of my dream. But, though right in essentials, it was absolutely unlike in minor details. The two fields with the fenced-off pathway running between them were there. The horse was there, behaving just as it had done in the dream. The wooden steps at the end of the pathway were there (they led up to a bridge crossing the river). But the fences were wooden and small ---not more than four or five feet high ---and the fields were ordinary small fields, whereas those in the dream had been park-like expanses. Moreover, the horse was a small beast, and not the rampaging great monster of the dream --though its behavior was equally alarming. Finally, it was the wrong field, the field which would have been on my right, had I been walking, as in the dream, down the path towards the bridge. I began to tell my brother about the dream, but broke off because the beast was behaving so very oddly that I wanted to make sure that it could not escape. As in the dream, I ran my eye critically along the railings. As in the dream, I could see no gap, or even gate, in them anywhere. Satisfied, I said, 'At any rate, this horse cannot get out', and recommenced fishing. But my brother interrupted me by calling, 'Look out!' Glancing up again, I saw that the horse was no dodging fate. The beast had, inexplicably, just as in the dream, got out (probably it had jumped the fence), and, just as in the dream, it was thundering down the path towards to wooden steps. It swerved past these and plunged into the river, coming straight towards us. We both picked up stones, ran thirty yards or so back from the bank, and faced about. The end was tame, for, on emerging from the water on our side, the animal merely looked at us, snorted, and galloped off down a road.

Now, it seemed to me that from this incident one thing was abundantly clear. These dreams were not percepts (impressions) of distant or future events. They were the usual common place dreams composed of distorted images of waking experience, built together in the usually half-senseless fashion peculiar to dreams. That is to say, if they had happened on the nights after the corresponding events, they would have exhibited nothing in the smallest degree unusual, and would have yielded just as much true, and just as much false, information regarding the waking experiences which had given rise to them as any ordinary dream --which is very little . . . they were occurring on the wrong nights . . . They were merely displaced in Time.

* * * *

One morning (in 1912) while in (the city of Salisbury Plain) I dreamed that I was standing in a very large meadow, situated in a landscape which I did not recognize. In this meadow a monoplane landed, crashing rather badly . . . Immediately afterwards I saw Lieutenant B. coming to me from the direction of the wreck. I asked if much damage had been done. He replied, 'Oh no, not much,' and then added 'Its all that beastly engine; but I've got the hang of it now.' The dream was a longish one, all about aeroplane accidents, a common form of nightmare with me, even to this day, and Lieutenant B.'s smash was by no means the worst thing I saw. I awoke ot find the servant by my bedside with the morning tea, from which fact I was subsequently able to fix the hour of the dream as close on 8 a.m. Lieutenant B. was killed between 7 and 8 that morning, falling into a meadow near Oxford. But I did not read of the accident until two days and a night later.

But now, note the following points: 1. Engine failure had nothing whatever to do with the accident, nor could B. for one moment have ever thought that it had. For the monoplane was planting down ---with the engine partly or entirely stopped ---at the time; and the accident was due to the uncoupling of a quick-release gadget in one of the main 'lift' wires . . . 2. B. was merely a passenger in the machine. It was being piloted by another man, a stranger to me, who was also killed. There was nothing of this in the dream . . . 4. The coincidence in time was not really remarkable. Dreams of aeroplane accidents were, as I have said, very frequent with me in those days . . .

* * * *

During autumn of 1913, I dreamed of a train falling off embankment just north of the Firth of Forth Bridge, in Scotland.

On April the 14th of that spring the 'Flying Scotsman', one of the most famous mail trains of the period, jumped the parapet near Burntisland Station, about fifteen miles north of the Forth Bridge, and fell on the golf links twenty feet below.

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Examples of D's Dreams (the author of this web-site)

The first dream that I recall coming true was back around 1980, when I was about seven or eight years old.

In this dream, my pet dog, whom I'd grown up with, had injured her foot. Blood from her wound was all over the back patio. My father had tried to put a band aide on the wound to stop the bleeding.

The next day, I awoke to find blood on the back porch just like in the dream. My dog had indeed cut her foot. And, yes ---my father tried to put a band aide around the dog's toe. Unfortunately the band aide quickly came off and would not hold in place, even after repeated attempts.

I had told my parents about this dream and they shrugged it off as if I'd just made the whole thing up. My brother, who is a few years older than me, however claimed to have had the same dream. Only in his version, everything looked like a cartoon, not like a real-life picture. At the time, I didn't believe him. I thought he was just trying to make fun or humor me. But, looking back, I have to wonder. Perhaps next time we see each other, I'll ask him if he remembers the incident.

* * * *

The most vivid dream of a future event which I can recall also happened when I was quite young. This dream took place in 1984 when I was 11 years old. My family was just about to move from Kansas to Texas. It was my first big move and I was worried about who my friends might be in Texas. I prayed with all my might that God might send me an answer.

That night, my last night in Kansas, I dreamed that I was on a school bus. There were only a few kids on the bus and they introduced themselves to me. Their names were Bri, Pat, and Shawn. One was a dark-headed guy with a big belt buckle. The second was thin and blond. The third was kind of big and dark skinned.

A couple of days later, I was in Texas about to start my first day of school. I got on the school bus. I looked around and was dumbfounded by what I saw. The only thought running through my head was, "these are the people from my dream." As I gathered my thoughts, they began to introduce themselves to me. I was going over their names in my head just prior to their introduction. What's more is that these three kids were my best friends for the next five years. I rarely did anything without one of these three by my side. There was no doubt in my mind but that I had been given a glimpse into the future via my dream.

* * * *

While going attending college in Athens, Georgia, I had another such experience. The date was January 16th, 1996 and I was 22 years old. But this time the dream was less personal.

I woke up recalling a dream in which a very small plane crashed in a field close to some houses. I was very bothered by this dream. It seemed so real that I wondered if anyone I knew had been killed. First thing upon awaking, I wrote this dream in my journal.

Later in the day, I saw on the news that a small airplane had crashed in a field somewhere in Atlanta, not too far from where I was now living. The crash was said to have been early morning and two people were killed in the accident. The names of the dead were not at this time being released. To this day, I still do not know if the victims were in anyway connected to me.

The fascinating aspect of this case is that I had recorded the event before I had gained word of the event in question. However, like in some of J.W. Dunne's dreams, the actual event took place at about the same time as when I had been sleeping. It is likely that it was not the actual plane crash that I had caused the dream but rather the news report of the event for which I had foreknowledge.

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While still in Athens, I had another prophetic dream but this time directly relating to myself. The date was May 20th, 1996. Like the last event, I recorded this dream in my journal upon awakening. However, this time the foreknowledge was a bit abstracted. Still, the subject matter was too surprisingly accurate to be overlooked.

In the dream, a police officer was searching my house for marijuana (belonging to my roommate?). The officer entered my room and rummaged around, overlooking the bag of paraphernalia lying on my desk in plain sight. Repeatedly, he looked at the T-shirt I was wearing, depicting the moon smoking a joint. He appeared to be angry that he couldn't bust such an obvious pot-head. The following day, seven hours after waking up, a message was left on my answering machine. I did not hear this message until later that evening. The message was from my good friend, Rhiannon. In it, she said that the cops would be coming by looking for Tracie and that I and my roommates should hide our paraphernalia. At the time, I didn't know that Tracie was wanted for anything, and I had no reason to suspect that the police would have been coming to my house. This message was totally out of the blue.

There obviously was some correlation between Rhiannon's message and my dream about the police and paraphernalia. The chances of this being a mere coincidence was simply too small. What are the odds: a million to one, a billion to one? Perhaps even higher. The irony of the situation is that the cops never came to my apartment and nobody even questioned me in regards to Tracie. I did however dispose of my paraphernalia just in case.
I hope that this mention of drug use does not lead some readers to suspect mental incompetence. The fact is that many people have experimented with drugs while in college and not had any long term affects. Today, I am a successful professional. My work title is Sr. Logistics Business Analyst and I am working on a very complex global systems project.

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Unfortunately, it is difficult to tell when a dream is of a prophetic nature. For example: Early in 2005, my wife was pregnant and we had been discussing baby names. My pseudo-prophetic dream was extremely vivid. I was holding a beautiful curly haired baby girl. I called her “Emily Elizabeth”. This was a name that my wife and I had never discussed. Later, we agreed that we both liked it. Soon after, my wife had a miscarriage. We honored the baby with the name from my dream. However I will never hold this baby. It will never be born. And, we will never use the name for another baby.

Light Orbs and Childbirth

About ten years ago, I was at the hospital awaiting the birth of my brother's twin babies. After a great deal of labor, the doctors decided it was just about time to start pushing. Just before they rolled her into another room, I saw two balls of light come down through the ceiling and enter her belly. The light orbs had no real color but where a sort of pale white. I didn't speak of this to anyone and I wasn't sure that it wasn't my imagination.

2 years ago, when my wife was in labor giving birth to my son, the same thing happened. Just before the doctors told her to start pushing, a light orb swooshed down through the wall and entered my wife. Once again, I didn't tell anyone what I saw. I was too caught up in my son's birth to even think much about it at the time.

I think that this may be the soul entering the baby at the time of birth. Part of me doesn't like what this implies. I'd like to believe that the fetus reactions to noises, etc. is due to consciousness and that life starts earlier. If life really starts at birth then it has major implications. Does anyone know of anybody else who has experienced these light orbs during child-birth?

Sleep Apnea and REM Sleep

After a couple of months on the C-PAP machine, my dreams have returned!!! Yes! I've missed this part of my life. I hadn't initially realized that I wasn't having much REM sleep due to sleep apnea. I had just thought that I was loosing touch with my subconscious mind. I'm oh so happy to have this part of my life back.

Diary: Sleep Apnea

I had a sleep study done recently. I just got my results back. I quit breathing (>10 seconds) 82 times per hour. As a result, I rarely dipped into REM sleep. This helps explain why my dream recall has been so bad the last 10 years. I had thought it was that I quit keeping a dream journal on a regular basis. But it turns out there wasn't much to write down! The doctor said that she is baffled at how I could have been functioning at all during this time... Now I'm on a CPAP machine that forces air into my lungs... I wonder how this will affect my waking & dreaming lives.

What's Wrong with Kentucky?

This weekend, my family and I went to "Court Days" in Mount Sterling, Kentucky. This is a huge event with hundreds of vendors. 10% of the vendors sell shammy towels. 25% sell crap from China. 20% sell crap from Africa. About 25% sell guns and knives. The rest sell crappy carnival foods. When you get into the area with the gun sales, about half the people are carrying fire arms. I swear that I think most have brought their guns from home and use court days as an excuse to walk around armed. Of the gun vendors, I saw many who were blaring gospel music. There's something really odd about mixing guns and religion. But then again, I guess it's not so odd considering the role that religion has played in wars throughout history. Anyways... I saw the lady, pictured below, and felt a need to snap a few pictures. I couldn't get any good ones as I was afraid to be too obvious. This site, I don't think is that odd for rural Kentucky. This is a fat lady who's medicare apparently paid for a scooter. Notice what she is carrying... Yep, she's armed and dangerous.

Don't Cry Over Spilt Milk

I just love Happy Tree Friends!

Dream - The Book of Infinite Wisdom

I was in a library, looking for a book called "The Book of Infinite Wisdom". I looked up the index
and went to the shelf. It was hidden on the shelf, stashed behind a glass pain that was holding up lots of papers and a sculpture bust. The book was about 2 feet tall and 1.5 feet wide and 6 inches thick. Many of the pages were printed in mirror image, backwards. There were numerous wonderful plate etchings with tissue paper draping over, protecting the print. I couldn't figure out if it was an evil book or not. In some ways it looked like an encyclopedia of arcane knowledge but it also seemed to have a story flow to it. I checked out the book and brought it home to read. ON the way home, I witnessed a fractal where a couple of people walking near by were duplicated in tiny images that floated about looking like the fluffy puffs from blowing on a dandelion weed. Once in doors, I opened the book up and sat it on a coffee table. I began to read. My mother was there. As I turned each page, many broke loose from their binding. The book was probably hundreds of years old and very fragile. I wondered if I could return it to the library in this condition or what the fine would be if I were to keep it, claiming it to be lost. A roaring began. My mother yelled for us all to run to the basement. We went outside (now at my grandfather's house) to go around to the side door leading into the basement. I could see a tornado near-by. I started the think that it was a dream. I wondered what the storm represented. Tornadoes are usually representing change. But what change might take place at my grandfather's house????

Doodling

During a boring training session at a hotel, they passed out colored pencils for a "team building" exercise... I hung onto the pencils and proceeded to doodle on the hotel pad of paper...

Unnecessary Censorship

Existence 101

Quite often, within a dream, we are confronted by various characters all of whom seem to think for themselves. In actuality, the individuals within our dreams are primarily manifestations of aspects of one's own self. But, in the dream realm these people seem to be autonomous creatures with their own thoughts and concerns. From a psychological perspective it may be said that we all develop multiple personalities while dreaming. The primary character is whomever our waking consciousness chooses to identify with. This same principle can be applied to our waking world. However, in consensus reality, the real dreamer is not usually identifying you as part of his own persona. In other words, you are simply an aspect of the mind of our Creator, one of many characters in the play. During peak experiences, we are sometimes able to identify with our Dreamer. In rare moments of lucidity, our Dreamer may also identify with us. The unique quality of enlightened beings such as Jason, Jesus, and Buddha is that they are individuals with whom the Creator identifies. They are those who dream us. While in lucid, enlightened states, these individuals are aware that our world is in fact a dream and this awareness allows he or she to perform miracles. Anyone with enough faith can also achieve this powerful state of being.

The Parable of the Marijuana Seed

I am writing a book called The G∞d B∞k. The following is an excerpt: (a work in progress, copyright).

...Jason sat on the table, putting his feet on the chair. He turned to the young pot-heads and told another parable: “Theology is like a marijuana seed.” This got their attention. “The marijuana seed contains no THC. For those of you who don’t know, THC is the chemical in pot that gets you high. One day, a young man took a marijuana seed and planted it in a wooded area. With a little nurturing, it grew into a big beautiful cannabis plant. The plant provided enough free bud to turn on him and all of his friends. Like the seed’s latent THC, each of you contains a divine spark. Nurture this spark into a flame and light up all that you come into contact with."

Dream - Child Subject Matter Expert

I was working.... everything was dark. I was visiting a bar. This was the current site to focus on incorporating into our SAP system implementation. Why a bar and not a factory? The only person at this site who seemed to have any clue of how things worked was a child, about 9 or 10 years old. He is the one that I had identified as my subject matter expert rather than those who were at high levels and respected. Now, I was there, on site, seeing his tiny little immature face and wondering if I'd screwed up and not picked the best man to represent this location, a beer hall. My boss was coming into town to participate in the project workshop. I worried that he'd look down upon me for picking a child to represent the business. But, then what were the choices? Everyone else was brainless and clueless. The top bar manager called me into his office. There was a phone call for me. I picked up the phone, still standing at the manager's desk. The person on the other end was the child prodigy's father. He was wanting to speak with me before letting his son do business with me. He was questioning why I'd chosen this child on such an important project. All I could do was try to explain to him how smart his son was. But the father was a little uneasy about the stress it'd put on his son, who should be outside playing not working long hours at a bar. After a discussion, we said "goodbye" and hung up the phones. I still didn't have a clear idea of whether or not I'd be allowed to tap his son's knowledge about how the bar operated. I walked outside, through the bar's back door.

Interpretation: This dream reflects my current working environment. I'm identifying subject matter experts to assist me at various manufacturing locations. Often while traveling, we frequent bars. So, it makes sense to mix the two. Some of the subject matter experts are clerical workers rather than middle management. They might not be the ones allowed to make decisions, but they are indeed the ones who know how things really work behind the scenes. So, in a way, they are seen as naive yet in reality they are prodigies. The child's father then would be like these experts' bosses who are sometimes reluctant to let them dedicate time to a high profile and very important project. I suppose worry about my own boss was simply questioning if I'd made the right decisions and how my boss would feel about the people I chose. I find it interesting that I exited through the back door rather than the main entrance. What was I doing out there? Was this an escape? Or simply finding an easy out?

Dream - Taking the Family to Tijuana

Dreamt I'd taken my family along on a business trip to Tijuana, Mexico.

Details are vague. Likely due to my upcoming business trip to Mexico. That plus having just returned from a business trip to France on which I did take family.

Dream - Foursome

In this dream... my wife and I were in our bed along with two Indian men (from India, not Native American). She began giving one of them a blow job. I wasn't upset but rather excited, knowing that if I were patient then I would get one too.

Dream - Baseball sized hail

I was driving down a forest mountain road in the rain. Upon crossing a stream, I came upon my wife's parent's house. It was not raining at their house yet. Joe, my wife's father was showing me a wooden VW van that he'd recently acquired. I commented that it'd make a great dog house. Next, I entered the house, where I found my brother Don, sitting on the couch. We talked for a little while. Then, I noticed that the storm was here. I went out on the porch to watch. And, I saw that it had begun to hail. The stones were quite large, some the size of baseballs. Joe and I feared that our cars would be damaged. I told him that it wasn't all that bad because the insurance company would likely just total our cars, and have us by it back with a salvage title for a fraction of the payment. Then, my mother-in-law ran past me out into the rain. She wanted to keep one of the giant hail stones. I tried to tell her that it was too dangerous to be out there but she wouldn't listen. As I yelled at her to come back, I saw my sister-in-law (15 years old) out there with a grocery bag, filling it up with stones. I tried my best to get the two of them out of dangers way but they simply wouldn't listen.