The Danger of the Belief in Ron Paul Reiterated.

This is a condensing of points I made to people who argued that voting for Ron Paul is the best thing they can possibly do.

Those among us, who aren't imbeciles, trolls, or paid "debunkers", openly aknowledge that 9-11 was an inside job. A catalyzing event organized by multiple governments and international organizations. The U.S. Government has, and continues to, work dilligently in the supression of this fact. If you are a U.S. citizen, this is OUR government and the system of power that exists and infuences everything in our lives.

Of course I mention 9-11 only because it's the most recent activity of such magnitude. You should know this sort of thing has been repeated throughout time and even now (obviously). Such events are not orchastrated through any lack of power or influence.

But you forgot that Obama is just a puppet.

You should know that almost every U.S. president is related. You should know upon recent years it has become much easier to manipulate public opinion. You should know that a man has never been put into the presidential office without concent from a "higher power". You should know that there has never been a honest election. You should know that the "two party" system currently in place is an illusion. Essentially, you should know better if you see the big picture of things.

If Ron Paul is placed into office he will do as instructed or face the consequences. You're using a system that is under complete and utter control. It doesn't matter if it's RP or some angel sent from heaven. Should you think that when RP goes into office he's going to reveal the man behind the curtain by shutting down the Fed or something? It's ludicrous! I currently don't doubt RP would go back on his words willingly and is indeed planning to carry out what he set to do to some extent either until he is stopped or new systems are put in to place! You must keep in mind that you're dealing with people with more power than you may know. That's why I say if you understand that 9-11 was an inside job, then you're placing blinders back on, but that is just one event! What of course is worse is what you don't see!

There are many many new laws that need to be repealed. Having one or two terms with Ron Paul as president isn't going to fix that. The whole major system has to be done away with for there to be any effective return for the investment of the people! Once he is out of office how is it that it can be assured that we stay on a path towards reperations and repairs!? It's not going to happen unless the system is completely washed away!

This is a message from Max Igan, whom thankfully made his two cents available just in time for my dutiful argument. If you don't want to bother reading what I just stated, listen to Max make what I am trying to tell you very clear.

Faith in RP is simply like an incomplete thought. RP is in office, now what? Radical reformations, that would not be made, would have to take place in his span of 4 or 8 years of presidency. He would have to usurp the house and senate to get things done properly. Let's pretend they will support him 100%. No beuracracy or red tape! Guess what? Ron Paul survives a term in office but what is this? Election comes again and the two party system is still in place but the people must know better now right? Surely nothing like the media is under control anymore? Ron Paul abolished the Fed just as promised! There is no longer a federal currency, what replaces it? We go back to the gold and silver standard right? We'll just open up Fort Nox? All the corpratocracies just roll over because of the power of RP? Hey weed is legal now too and in the hands of big pharma and big tabacco industries lets smoke that GMO product and just say, fuck it.

DLB 9 Gypsies!

I've actually become lazy in recording these dreams. By the time I get to my computer I've forgot most of it so let's get cracking on this one shall we?

I already can't remember where this dream started but for whatever reason me and a friend of mine are desperate for cash, so desperate in fact that we decide we want to rob one of my other dear friends, James.

I believe that in some point in my dream James and I did some project together where he had to pay me and subsequently I found out, via seeing his safe in person, that James recently came to inherit a lot of money and is a rich fucker. So what is a good friend to do? Well, I haven't a clue why I was so desperate for this cash but I knew there was a reason, secondary reason was just to fly to my dreamland Japan. So me and my dirtbag friend decide to steal ALL the cash.

Just take it. I didn't need it anyway.

It was quite easy. Didn't even have to use weapons. I guess I remembered the code for opening the safe because all I did was go to my dear friend's home, walk over to the safe and proceed to take almost everything inside for a whopping total of ten million in cold hard cash. James was actually in the home while I stole the money, apparently I was such a dirtbag and he was such a pussy that he allowed me to rob him in his very presence.

After making a clean get away we felt paranoia grip us that certainly the police would be onto us in a matter of seconds. So we thought it would be a good idea to go inside a hospital/mall (my mind couldn't make it's mind up but hey it had an indoor swimming pool because of it) to loose the even more imaginary police chasing us.

I'm not sure if the law was onto us and had closed in around us or what but guilt and anxiety took over and I called my dear friend James that we would return %80 back to him. He wasn't angry at all though, in fact he was more on the brink of sobbing so I got to keep the money. Not really sure if we ever returned the cash or if I even split it with my friend. Guess I'm a pretty terrible person at the end of all this.

With the preasure off my shoulders I found a familiar place to crash, with who else but my bachaelor Dad. Still living in the family house in Oregon with his Father however the house had changed. Much larger and even had a complete second floor and apparently relocated to... Europe? Not quite sure the circumstances but we had a problem with some Turkish immigrants. They didn't look very Turkish but for some reason, in my dream mind I knew that they were Turkish gypsies and everyone hates gypsies!

Sure they look innocent enough until they take your children away to perform circus acts.

After having stashed the cash and visions of grandjure I was more paranoid than ever so these gyspsy folk had to go! I was pretty sure I saw them snooping around the house before they came to ring our doorbell. Three men, one with a dark complection and two with a lighter complection. My Dad answered the door first and without understanding or hearing the conversation it immediately occurred to me that they must want money! To hell with that! After only a few seconds had past I immediately made my presence felt at the door and probably told them something along the lines of, "Fuck off you damn gypsies!"

Vary nice. Now we get their tears!

They remained surprisingly calm and I was definitely a tyrant, however, they bagan to point at things that they wanted to sell for money. This really sent me over board and I grabbed one of the lighter skinned fellas by the collar and threw him against a wall and told them never to come back or bad things would happen. All the while thinking my Dad might just be impressed by this show of machismo. The poor poor Turkish gyspies fellas left our property but we knew it wasn't over.

We were highly suspicious that they would return so we kept watch, pacing around the house. Sure enough a silhouette was spotted moving in the darkness in the darkness. For whatever reason I thought it would be a preftect idea to lie on the floor infront of the door to suprise him while my Dad answered the door. Before he answered it though we saw the silhouette approach the door with what looked to be a shotgun. My Dad paused and the Turk broke through part of the window with his shotgun and was waving it at both of us. In reaction to the threat I grabbed the shotgun and the Turk let go with both rounds but I managed to wrestle it away from him and neither of us were injured. We immediately bust open the door to pursue the bastard gypsy but he was packing a secondary firearm, a small pistol and started shooting wildly but not before my Father brought out his glock and unloaded several rounds until he had been shot through the right arm.

It was a minor wound. The bullet entered and exited cleanly, only through the flesh. Being the soldier though I was ready for this and went up stairs to grab my medical equipment and had my Dad patch himself up. Then I was awoken by the sound of the doorbell and Jehovah's Witnesses, no joke.

Really would have liked to know how being an evil douchebag would have turned out but guess I'll just have to wait for next time.

DLB 8 Secret Military Stuff, Tron, Halo, Strippers and Casinos All Rolled Into One

Dirt biking with Travis Pastrana of course!

Awesome! Recording that last crap dream story worked! I woke up today with soo many details. Let's begin!

First this thing starts off as a family sort of dream and since this was what I believe to be the first, it's the hardest to remember. Always something to do with dirtbikes and some famous riders but damn it I can't remember the main premise of what was going on that far back, just some images still lingering.

Something like that.

Something like that.

Anyway let's move on! At some point I signed back up for the military even with some friends! Some chunks of this part of the dream are missing though... ack! Ok so I'm going to cut to a scene where apparently my friends and I have been snooping around a base and we just got finished fighting some aliens or some shit, deep underground under this military structure. Sorry I can't really describe the fighting due to the memory but it was something slightly similar to some really intense team deathmatch from like Unreal Tournament. After it's all over and we're in a safe spot we decide to split. For whatever reason though my dream girlfriend had been along with us, but I actually can't remember exactly what she looked like, it's just really confusing. I remember her as someone familiar that I had met before and had feelings for before and we are totally in love, so in love I even confess it to her in the dream. Sparks are flyin from the love we have for each other it's so intense as we make our way out of this underground base. We reach the surface and we're inside a pretty typical USAF office type building. This surface structure is still occupied by the military though so we had to sneak around and hide for a while. We found a nice hiding spot... I can't remember where, but it was time for some sweet sweet love. After our session finished the coast became clear. The office area had completely turned into a ghost town so we made our way out. Once outside I noticed the surroundings were almost similar to Kadena AFB but I'm not quite sure if that's the base I actually visit in Japan. Anyway, outside was some HUGE satellite dishes, plenty of grass covering the grounds (I'm talking a few football fields) and a concrete and stone wall typical of Japan fashioning that was about 30 feet high or something and supporting dense tree growth.

Something like that. By the way image alignment sucks on blogger so I had to cut out some of the images.

Look at me! I'm a tool!

As we come out of the (apparently brown stucco) building I noticed someone in the distance. Fearing we I had been spotted I grab my girl and rush back inside the now vacant building in the hopes of not being caught. It was too late though, they had definitely spotted us and Security Forces trucks were cruising by to secure the area. We tried cutting through the building and exiting out the direct opposite of where we entered to try and make a break for it to a similar building but SF was already there waiting for us. We ran back inside the building but were casually stopped by a female African-American officer with the rank of major or possibly something higher.

She seems nice.

I complained about being caught "again" but things weren't so doom and gloom. Apparently the people who staffed this part of the building had returned or been there with out us noticing. She took us into one of the offices and sat us down. Remember I said I had joined the military and I recognized her as having authority over me and addressed her as such though I wasn't sure of my own rank. My dream girl did not however. It was unclear as to whether she was actually a member of the military too but she completely disregarded this other character in an act of defiance to which the officer reacted by stating her rank and apparently how it needs to be respected.

After things had settled down and the bit of tension was relaxed, she went on to tell us of a "job" we were to undertake. Apparently we were of some value though this officer didn't seem to express any concern or interest in what had just happened deep underground in the very secret facilities.

Fuck ya something like that!

The memory fuzzes and then catches up to "dreamgirl" and I traveling through, what I can only imagine, some sort of worm hole. Chatting to eachother about things I can't remember other than I was really interested in the armor she was wearing. Apparently we're both decked out in Halo's Spartan armor or rather something similar, it was actually quite different in a lot of ways. Anyway I remember telling her how sweet her armor was because she had decked it out with some glowing material which also made her armor similar to that in from the latest Tron film.

Memory fuzzes again and I found myself observing a large human military force (again similar to technology and appearance to that of Halo) on some alien planet but similar to an arctic tundra. Instead of preparing to fight the Covenant from Halo this military was instead perparing to fight something like the Tyranids from Warhammer 40k (there sure are a lot of gaming scifi references...). There is also a large gray military structure that was also alien in appearance. The building materials were unknown and it wasn't rigid flat but rather curved and reflective and glittered slightly in the sun. Around were several large metalic containers that seemed dispersed and stacked at random.

Something like that.

I was only observing this military force but I knew I was physically present in the environment, I was just observing from a distance. Something drew my attention though to a hill were a few of these large metalic shipping containers were. I investigated as to why my mind would be drawn to the area and walked up the snow covered hill. When it began to level out I noticed there were some egg shaped crysalis objects, each about the size of a football, next to a container. There were only two at first then when I picked one up I noticed a thrid to my left. Each was different in appearance. Each "egg" had a different section that was bio-organic in appearance while the rest would be covered in either mirrored sort of scales or like that of an etched crystal egg. While I stood there and just a few seconds past the "egg" I was holding transformed, into what I can't remember but it was still small and nothing that appeared alive and I still held it comfortably. A few seconds after I was immediately turned to the shouting of a soldier who had come running up the hill. He kept his distance from me, but his concern was about the "egg", which he threatened to shoot. I had no intention of letting this happen and I protected them by placing myself in the line of fire. Seeing this the soldier backed off and headed back towards the military/alien structure.

Memory fuzzes and all I can remember is being back in the "wormhole" then suddenly finding myself walking down a road to my "home" in Carlton, Oregon (so my mind is tying back into where the dream started). Of course it's not actually Carlton, Oregon and my course diverges into some large hotel casino place. Memory of it was a lot clearer until now since I had to write out the other part of this dream unfortunately.

I walked inside one of the businesses of this large building but unfortunatel my memory fuzzes until about the time I'm leaving. There is a sort of strip joint inside and the stippers entertain whether there are paying patrons or not. It's very clear in my mind they are paid to dance by the hour and weren't completely naked so perhaps they were more like show girls. I think I had been sitting in the restaurant area and watching these two women. One of them wasn't very good looking and reminded me of this manager named Dorka that manages a couple of the hostels in the Old Town area. After finishing my meal I got up and headed towards the exit out, which is by a bar and under a large colorful water fountain.

"I jus wanned ta tell you 'bout ma internets!" ='(

I pause by the bar for a moment to notice one of the patrons (who looks like Michael Rooker better known as the bad guy in every action movie or more recently Merle Dixon from The Walking Dead) trying to pick up on one of the strippers who was trying to take a break behind the bar. He was being a regular uncomfortable sort pretending to be completely inept to the dancer's obvious contempt for him with her fake smiles, giggles and words. She noticed me but kept her attention to the man pestering her. The man gets a little impatient and goes behind the bar. The dancer is afraid but plays it tough and doesn't fret the stranger being that we're in a public place that's quite brightly lit. I decide to keep walking towards the door when on my way out I hear her say, "I have to say goodbye to a friend of mine."

She races over to me and we chat for a few seconds when she hand me a note and tells me that she's scared. She says it's from the guy. I was expecting the worst but instead the note was quite innocent. Can't remember the exact details but it asked if she liked something and that the guy was a member of some sort of fan base forum and some blog or something and that she should check it out. I assured her that things would be okay and that she was safe and whatever other comforting words I could say. So she relaxed and went on back.

Leaving the building and walking through the parking lot I crossed infront of a man who was aerating a section of grass in the median. He called out to me and told me, "Your Father said you were looking for a job..." Looking at the man he didn't appear to be the type to be aerating grass. Dressed all in white, but not so white as to draw attention, it was subtle and dignified, also a chapped leather vest adorned with silver medallions and large threads of leather dangling down here and there as with that typical sort of fashion. A white cowboy hat was fixed atop his head and I'm sure he had some black and silver cowboy boots to finish the ensemble. He was about 60 years of age or older and had a big neatly trimmed white beard and peppered hair.

We had a good discussion as to my future prospect of working under his wing as he, not so surprisingly, turned out to be the owner this large new building. He was that sort of Southern gentlemen though who valued putting his own effort into maintaining his properties when he could, like aerating a small patch of grass that needed it in the parking lot in the middle of the night... I'm sure whatever the backstory was to this imaginery character he was working out some stress with his personal life or something. Ugh unfortunately from typing up all this, going into detail hasn't helped jogging my memory of the dream I had, instead just the opposite. So the last little bit I can remember is I think I end up running a propper strip club that he had in another part of the building. With flashy scenes of extravagance that you usually find conjured up in action movies like in the scenes were the mafia is having a meeting in the secret back area of the club.

DLB 7 Need for Speed

So recording my dreams hasn't been going very well or rather my memory just hasn't been what it once was I suppose. Ha! Dreamed plenty but none I could remember well enough to make a good story. I had one yesterday but it just wasn't that interesting. Haven't had any lucid dreams for the past two weeks either. Wonder whats up with me. Though I was off to a great start when I started practicing and had three lucid dreams within five days. Guess I can only hope that things pick up again, cause with these lucid dreams, awesome and graphic dreams followed.

Alright, where to begin. Damn even this one is falling apart in my mind before I can put it down. I think I can just get the jist of what happened.

Pretty sure it was the Firebird

So I had mulitple dreams but they weren't linked. Pretty sure the first one was sexual followed by one that was some sort of zombie action flik type of dream that I can still vaguely remember the details of. Anyway the final dream centered around racing some sort of old gold Camaro or Firebird from like, the eighties.

From what I can remember I was just having a blast speeding on the back roads close to my hometown back in Yamhill County, Oregon. In real life I actually did this quite frequently as did most locals living in the county. Quite a few good, long, flat stretches and curves that were easy to handle from Carlton to Newberg to Sherwood and Tualatin, with the exception of one fork in the road that was in the shape of an S-curve which you could always catch air off of if you were traveling fast enough. Never a cop in sight on these roads ever.

Best picture I could find of Yamhill County back roads (highway 18)

Anyway, the dream began to shift gears and pretty soon I was driving so fast that cars became a blur. Soon the scenery changed from back roads with green fields and lush forest to the open desert and that is when I really started to fly. I was driving like a boss. Passing traffic at incredible rates of speed and saw them all coming at me and reacted with the speeds of a Jedi. Even saw blurs of police cars but I was going so fast they new they hadn't a chance to catch me.

Views changed a few times to some late 90's Playstation street racing game that I still remember from back in the day, pretty sure it was actually Need For Speed.

Oh memories...

Eventually we came upon an airport. I guess with the speed I was traveling, I didn't think it would be to hard to barrel down the runway and make this souped up Firebird take flight. Unforunately when I got on the runway I some how managed to get myself behind a C-130 with engines running at max apparently. My vision changed back to the Playstation third person view and I got to watch my car blow in the wind, flipping over and tumbling like a weed.

Vision normalized after I got to see my car apparently totalled, but it landed back on it's tires and so when I went back to the drivers seat I was still able to drive. I pulled the car into a large commercial petrol station that was part of the airport. There I realized this entire time I had been driving with me Ma. She was completely fine though and when I stepped out of the car to get a look at it, it was completely fine too. Just glittered with the sun's rays reflecting off it's perfectly glossy gold surface.

Me Ma mentioned something about getting fuel and then the dream sort of disapated and I woke up.

I hate waking up. My energy channels so well that no matter how quite I am or what time it is, the second I wake up, so does everyone else and I just want to go back to sleep.

Sorry this wasn't as great a story as the other but I had to put something in here.

Freestyle (to the key of Beastie Boys)

What's up my name is Damien

No I'm not an alien

Sometimes I spit on the mic like I'm an Australian

No not australopithecus

I said come over here and dance with us

We're not too scary

And my friend's name is Gary

And he is quite harry

But we're big rock stars

And ya we jammed on Mars

I know you think we're fools

But that just because we're cool

I'm already two minutes late

Got no time to elaborate

But it's time to get goin

'Cause by the way I'm flowin

We're going to get shot back to the moon

Just like Vader after the big kaboom

I want a girl (sing to the key of Weezer or The Offspring)

Ya something like that.

I want a girl

Who is kind of shy

Likes to party but not to hardy

Doesn't like coke or sip bacardi

I want a girl

Who hates to smoke but loves to toke

A little bit nerdy I know you heard me

I want a girl

Who's not religious but spiritual

Because for us life is the ritual

I want a girl

Who likes hangin out with my friends

Might be a vegan or vegaterian

I want a girl

Who likes to cut loose and occasional chocolate moose

Metal Concert at 11 and for us it is heaven

Down for dubstep or DNB

Says "Fuck seein Glee."

You and me

Let's throw out the T.V.

Explore the world

Find every treasure

Let's be together

Like two broken hearts

This love will mend them forever

DLB 6 Lock Stock and Too F**king Bizzar

So last night I had a chain dream (series of dreams completely unrelated and having there own endings) and for the first time ever experienced sleep paralysis at least in the dream world... not fun. Let's get started shall we!

First dream was about my Father's side of the family which I typically find myself riding dirt bikes, because if there was one thing to hold with me forever about being with my Dad, it was taking the dirt bikes into the mountains every chance we got regardless of weather.

If this doesn't give you the creeps...

Second dream, I don't really remember other than the fact that at the end of it I was paralyzed! The dream had something to do with uncovering a secret or some vital information (these dreams are always quite strange as you can probably imagine) but that is all I can remember of the plot, this dream had a pretty horrible end to it. What happened? Well for whatever reason, I come to near lucidity (I don't say complete because obviously it's lucid when you have complete control, I did not) but I realize I'm in my bed in the hostel. Everything looks exactly the same in the dream and I just keep thinking, "Why the fuck can't I move? Move damn it!" Then I hear a creepy voice and for whatever reason I knew exactly who it was without seeing them... Stephen King's The IT.

I've never seen the film 'The IT' but for some reason I know exactly what that damn clown's voice sounds like. I could feel it touching my back with it's claws as I laid there helpless.

It was talking to me and laughing maniacally at me. For some reason I did not panic, even though I was sure 'It' was soon to pounce on me. It must have been the part of me that was concious. I started having trouble breathing but someone how I managed to force myself awake, or at least I thought I did.

Once I realized I was 'awake' I laid my head back down to sleep and within an instant I was right back to being semi-concious and paralyzed in my bed. This time at least there was nothing there waiting for me and again I managed to snap out of it.

Something like that.

Whether I actually 'awoke' or not, I made the concious decision not to have that happen again and so began our next dream though I'm not sure if this is where it started off. It's about the 1930's around the same time of the prohibition and the height of all those illegal booze cartels. I'm inside a crowded underground passage or tunnel full of people sitting and standing around trying to get a glimpse of a film playing on the back wall at the end of the tunnel.

Trying to find the best spot I climb up a stone wall where others are pirched to watch the film, but insted the story that starts to unfold is of these three unhappy boys I see washing striped shirts in a runoff going through the tunnel.

They're rolling these button t-shirts with a smooth round piece of wood to force the water out. They're chating (about what I can't remember) and as they are just finishing up with their work load a large amount of bundled shirts comes tumbling down a pipe to be washed. One of them remarks about how another plane must have come in or something.

They're about to forget about it all and just quit when a large, not muscular but, intimidating man in a brown 3 piece suit and blonde hair arrives and looks over them.

He starts whipping orders and verbally abusing each of the boys and 'motivates' the poor boys back to their task. Satisfied and with a smirk across his face he quips, "Remember, I'm your Father." The boys looked on glumly as the man walked away.

Their story ends there and I decide to follow this asshole back to his home. For whatever reason, while following him, the dream turns into a scene from a typical Guy Ritchie film. Alan Ford is walking to his living place when a bunch of men with guns close in on him even coming from his home. I watch on like some floating camera able to get all the best shots and angles even exclaiming, "Oh I love this film."

These men mean business and even though they apparently killed some men that were already on the premisis (some other gang of armed thugs) Alan Ford plays his usual type cast as a man to be feared and respected and plays it completely cool. So the men leave after delivering their threat and Alan Ford enter's his home. One interesting scene from this, that I'm not sure I've seen in a movie before, one of the thugs had shot a man through the head and was using that space to place his gun and use the body as a human shield when he came out to point it at Alan. Of course the body was heavy and as part of some light twisted humor, after the confrontation with Alan, he falls forward with the body and his buddy (who was taking cover behind him) dashes to catch him.

I entered the home and the dream changed. It went back to being about the man with the blonde hair and three piece business suit. When I entered the home I discovered he had a beautiful daughter roughly my age with blonde hair. She followed him through the house into the kitchen. He didn't threaten her or beat her and the home was typical. They had a pleasant conversation in the kitchen and I could tell that clearly they loved each other as Father and Daughter. Perplexed at how this could be I sat down on the bed (their bedroom adjacent to the kitchen with a door leading in). Pretty soon the girl emerges from the kitchen and sits down next to me. She radiated love and we shared a nice conversation. I was still completely confused as to how this terrible man could have this other side to him. The dream didn't carry on much longer and I woke up completely energized. Tried to go back to sleep but couldn't so I thought I would go ahead and type this out.

Dream Log Blog 5 Catching Up

Sup?

Like this but cool.

As you can see it's been a while since my last Dream Log Blog but for whatever reason my memory has been failing me hardcore in remembering dreams vividly enough to make any sort of interesting story. I mean from what I recall I know that the first dream I had that I couldn't record was something about money. The next one I remember being in the desert looking or checking something, for whatever reason, and it had something to do with a cheetah. The cheetah showed up during my time there when night fell. I feared it was going to attack me being that it is a wild cheetah and was already heading in my direction attempting so I curled into a ball. It grabbed hold of my hand in its mouth but not quite enough pressure to cause any real pain. My mind in the dream told me that in order to get out of the situation I would have to befriend the cheetah. So psychically I went into it's mind and inserted a memory that I had saved it from certain death... on the floor of a steampunk/fancy/1920's sort of bar. I even went as far as to threatening the old bar patrons by throwing bottles of alcohol around. After saving the cheetah for some reason the dream sent me back to the bar.

So in this steampunk/fancy/1920's bar scene there were three patrons and a bar tendor (pretty sure one was Sean Connery) who all were dressed in a proper steampunk attire. The conversation went like I had not just been there before throwing bottles, instead it went something like this:
Me: Holy crap, people! I haven't found a single living person in this whole god damn building until just now.
Bar people: Bla bla bla. (yep can't remember also, the dream shot some sort of pretext into my mind where I already had some sort of existence in this part of the dream before I actually did, essentially, false memories)
Me: Have you seen anyone else? Everyone is dead! There are monsters in this place. (the text isn't accurate)
Bar people: Bla bla bla. (sorry)

Anyway for whatever reason it occures to me that I'm searching for something and I head over to the bar and start rummaging through the place. Eventually I find what it was I was looking for, some sort of note left on the counter top but I have no rememberance of what it said. At this time however a zombie bursts through the door that I came through and everyone at the bar jumps out of their chair stunned and then pulls out their crazy rifles and pistols and just unload on the zed and then my memory of that dream ends.

Something like that.

So basically that was the most memorable dream. Other than that, I'm pretty sure I had a dream about family and another dream that was more about action and then a night that I don't remember a single thing.

Now on to DLB 6!

Dream Log Blog Four Indiana Jones

Like I've stated before, I have dreams similar to the life in movies as Indiana Jones. Of course my adventures can be quite a bit different from the movies, they just never made enough Indiana Jones movies to cover all the adventures I dream about.

So this dream state was a, what I like to call, "chain" dream. Basically the dreams are relatively related but how you get from one to another is completely unknown. It's just your mind changing direction basically. This entry should be short as I already forgot most of the details into it so lets begin.

First in this three-parter starts out when I'm exploring some crazy beach only one could imagine in dreams which I lack the current brain power to elaborate on because I'm still pretty sleepy but maybe I'll update this later. Anyway, actually as I'm typing this I'm forgetting more and more so I'm just going to have to move on to the next.

So basically in the previous dream I'm exploring a beach and looking into finding ancient ruins. I'm quite sure that I was traveling with friends and end up finding a mostly submerged gated entrance. It's quite overgrown with greenery but for whatever reason looks quite intriguing even though in the dream, it's appearance is quite lackluster. Oh and instead of having to go back to find the equipment and such to explore this place it simply manifests, oh the convenience of a dream. Part of the manifestation even includes an experienced diver, who looked like he was from SE Asia (Thailand or that area).

More jungle growth and completely submerged.

So my unknown friend and I slip on our gear and immediately head out with the instructor. Well, except for me. For what ever reason I have trouble with the gear and swimming and get relatively left behind in murky water. However I have a large spotlight with me and radio equipment so we keep in contact. During a fraction of this time, instead of being in murky water it turns into being in dark woods and running down a trail then shifts back to the water.

Eventually I almost catch up with my friend and the guide being that it turns out that you come to a dry ramp. It looks like we're in some dark spooky place but the atmosphere doesn't bother me even though it looks like we're in the dungeon's of Castle Wolfenstein, and it becomes even more like this.

Charming

Some how we manage to turn the power on, though most of the facility is decrepit and apparently dates back to WWII Nazi Germany, surprisingly the majority of the, now apparent, laboratory lights up!

Now I've never played the new Castle Wolfenstein game but I have a feeling this is exactly how it would look like. Again, though, strangely no ominous feelings ever occur. I and my compatriots are quite comfortable exploring this strange old lab full of colorful viles and strange mechanisms of science.

Couldn't find the Castle Wolfenstein photo I wanted deal with it.

We find many things to play with, albeit cautiously, in the lab. We're so awe struck with the amazing layout we just behave like little children touching everything that had a shine or color or moving mechanical gizmo. Throwing switches of power to things as we thought they might work. The lab was incredibly well maintained and we soon discovered why.

A lone corpse approached, dressed in an old and tattered lab suit, excitedly approached us. We knew it was bad news but then it started speaking. Telling us how it discovered the fountain of youth but being that he looked like a corpse and bone clearly showing from his legs, even loosing a piece of his left leg as he speedily came towards us, we knew he was quite mad.

He showed us the chemicals needed for his elixir of life as he grabbed viles left and right and began pouring them together. The dream fuzzes a lot, but from what I can remember we knew he was quite evil and wanted either to use us or something from us to procure his next elixir. We found a way to escape the dungeon however and so the link shifts to our next dream as we emerge into a sort of steampunk battlefield version of WWI.

Plent of visuals but I'll just post a picture here instead to save on having to describe everything.

Sometimes I disappoint myself...

Anyway it turns out it's just a movie as my mind does one of those trippy things we're instead of experiencing the dream you're soon just in a dream watching the dream you just came out of on a television screen or projector. The new dream takes place in a nice library and I'm surrounded by what I'll call "acolytes" just so you can get that image in your head of what you perceive an acolyte might look like with their usual bright silvery white robes.

Yep, Jedi's.

Apparently I joined some sort of cult hahaha. No, well who knows, anyway it was an arranged meeting and I felt quite comfortable there and was even joined by an Estonian friend of mine, Maria. Young girl nineteen years of age with dirty blonde hair about as dark as mine. Anyway we're there together to experience what I already know is some spiritual meeting.

Everyone that is there I don't believe I've met in this life but I'm not shy of any of them and not the man leading the group there, if I can remember he sort of looked like Carl Sagan but with full silver hair and spoke the same sort of wisdom. MAYBE CARL SAGAN IS MY SPIRIT GUIDE!? XD Naw... it wasn't a lucid dream but maybe...

After some discussion and listening to the wisdom of Carl Sagan Silver Edition we all laid down to take in some astral projection practice.

We all laid down in rows and began our meditation. Not even a minute goes by and everyone is astral projecting and having freaky astral projection sex! No really, astral projection sex is totally legitimate look it up hahaha. Anyway I'm the only one not astral projecting but I can some how see the astral projection of everyone else with my mind. Actually what's happening is I am astral projecting but I'm not realizing it. I'm too caught up in everyone else apparently having a much better time than I am with their naked astral bodies, even Maria, who in the dream was acting jittery and nervous because I brought her to her first experience of anything like this and this is my perceived view of how she would act, her spirit gets up lifted by everyone having an astral projection and astral projects into having a physical orgasm on her own. This might sound really pervy to some people but my dream state really wasn't getting any enjoyment out of this.
The session ended and everyone woke up all very happy of course that they mated through astral projection except me. I managed to stay humble and went over to Silver Edition Carl to basically ask, "What happened?" I pretty much answered it myself though, saying something like, "I need to study more don't I?" Of course he said yes then... here is the most shocking thing ever, he mentioned a REAL book and I actually remember!

I am actually quite sure this happens a lot in my dreams, that real things are mentioned but I never remember once I wake up. I don't want to tell you the book because I want those reading to perhaps have a similar experience yourself and because maybe you'll need a different book! I was quite confused on the answer though and responded as diligently and respectfully as I could. "But such material is like murky water." I responded along the lines of to which he replied with only the wisdom of Carl Sagan. He said something about the book along the lines of before it became what it is today which I'm not going to quote because it's no where near what he said, just sort of the same meaning.

And that wraps today's dream entry, hope it was entertaining!