Rupturing a Hole in the Fabric of Reality

In Super Mario Bros. 3, on two levels there is a cheat move that allows Mario to go behind the image of the 2D platform world and run through the level without having to deal with the enemies and dangers. Crouching down on certain white blocks for a few seconds will let Mario drop in behind the scene. This sneaky move only works at a couple particular spots, but lets you glide past obstacles in record time to the reward screen at the end of the level. Behind the reward screen, if you make it that far staying behind the scene, is a warp that allows the player to jump to a level farther ahead in the game.

What if we could do this relative to our 3 and 4D realities?

Thunderbird

Summary: Original encounter with a reptile-bird "Thunderbird" creature fossilized in magma; unknown transport craft that adjusts in size and makeup to accommodate needs; clear visual of map traveling to caldera in desert location; telepathic call for help and awareness from creature.

Ready, Aim, Imagine

Summary: Effect of the zero point energy field on guns; how belief governs whether outside force has affect and how this relates to being shot at or shooting another in the higher dimension where dream experience resides; reference about an underground movement; questions about the nature of the soul.

Night of March 26/27^th 2013

Puzzles

 Night of Feb. 8/9th 2013

Dream: Strange. Ghost skull king is what I called him. He wore a crown. He had a faint glow, ethereal quality. Face looked like a decomposed mummy. Wore rags that were wispy. Carried a long sword. Usually he was full-height, but at one point he (as a spirit) occupied a large hollow coin (wheel?) that rolled along a tube. He was saying "Excuse me. I'm trying to roll through." We were friendly toward one another.

A mentor showed me three clay pots, all blue (2 royal blue, 1 pale, gray blue). Some rebellious part of me or some other unknown force threw them and shattered them. I felt the dread of "Oh no, now I have a mess to pick up." The mentor instructed me to pick them up. It became a puzzle mystery. Staring at the area where the pots were thrown and heard shatter, I notify whatever power was controlling the imagery of the dream out loud "We can't see the shards. You have to show us the shards." There was a glitch, then the shards, already in place all appeared at once scattered around the floor. That's better. Hologram malfunction? What a rare glimpse!

Mentor shows me a shard inside the closet mimicking the one in the room I am staying in real life. I am thankful, I would never have found that one. We put two large pieces together to make part of a butterfly. He was also looking for his shoes at some point.

Analysis: Who was the Skull King? Felt very ancient.
When I woke, I noticed there is a painted blue butterfly on the inside rim of the closet I sleep next to. That is where I would get shoes. I took that as a sign to wear slippers, keep my feet warm if I am to fight off this cold (poor heating where I am staying). Will the other two pots symbolize other ways to help me get better? Are the random contents of my dreams just that, randomized, and I am the one who takes that material and creates something with them?

Transparency

Night and Day of Jan. 29/30th 2013

Sick most of this night and day with lots of forced rest allowing many cycles for dreams.

Dreams: Running around an outside play structure. Feel the thrill of play like a child, but engaging in more adult kind of goal. Sparring game of elimination. Objective is to be the last one standing. Started off playing swords with different lengths of wood rods, not round, maybe hexagonal, cleanly made (no splinters or superficial irregularities), light tan color. Couple of us are showing off with them, pretending they are swords. Me and many guys my age are participating. We created the game after finding the rods. Quickly becomes a seek and destroy game. I strangle one, stab another, shuriken another (don't really kill, just imitate the moves and the kill is declared), duck in and out of the structure. I climb around acrobatically, swiftly. I try not to be seen by the other players pursuing. I choose carefully when to run, when to strike, all with a confidence that I have a wider array of skills and resourcefulness. I use the structure as cover and to confuse my opponent males who cannot as easily maneuver in and out, up and down the structure as I can. Down to one other. Had to climb away. Don't let him see I had just finished off the last person he was stumbling onto the scene of, so he is made to feel nervous that I could already be nearby watching and preparing to strike. A few of our friends who didn't think they had the skills to participate are standing on the sides of the play area (bark dust ground) to watch and cheer and cast insults. I am doing very well. My last challenger will be difficult. He is the best. He did spot me, I had to keep moving through the structure, down onto the ground. I ditched my weapons with each kill. Didn't pick up another one yet. Being hot on me, I reacted using my fear to drive me to climb up two ropes of thick chains (once held up a tire swing perhaps). He wouldn't be able to climb after me. The people on the sidelines awed at my surprising strength for my seemingly limited muscle. Now I'm up here, how do I win? I can't come down, he is a burly guy with a sword waiting for me. I act quickly, rocking the chains back and forth to swing at him. The heavy ends knock him down. Based on our world physics, I don't know that that should have worked, but they reacted to my imaginings. I imagined the chains to be controllable enough for me to whip them fast enough toward him that he doesn't have time to react before they are right on top of him.

I find this phenomenon quite a bit in testing scenarios in my dreams, where the circumstances seem influenced or manipulated by my will. If I can imagine a particular outcome as the event is occurring, it will likely happen as I decide it too. This suggests again that consciousness does create. I want to know how much it is creating though, and how much is it just reacting to presented problems.

There is some cause for me to vouch for my abilites "You've seen what I can do, you've seen my skills are superior that I could have beat them all myself."

Next scene:  Rehearsing for choir. I have three folders; my music is separated between the different groups I'm in by color. 'How smart' I think to myself that I had organized them. Didn't remember doing that though, became apparent as I looked through each folder and the answer was provided to me. Which folder is the group I'm sitting with now? Still singing even though I don't have the music in front of me. Pay such close attention that I had practically memorized our pieces already. Need me to take notes and parts where that section is having trouble. I am depended upon as someone who is versatile who can do the difficult parts or where there aren't enough people to take and do them on my own. I can help others out as well, even if just for a few run-throughs until they get their part better. I enjoy my role, I feel valuable to the group and to the director. [This may have been the message my choir dreams were trying to get across to me, which I wasn't getting, and so have been repeated.]

Was doing something outside the class for a moment [where was I?]. Upon returning, director is standing outside away from class for a moment and asks to talk. He is having trouble and is feeling low in his abilities. I give him praise and reassurance.  He is pleased and uplifted by my words. He thanks me sincerely and with humility. I encourage him back to the class. I say I had to do something before returning, which he understood, some other duty I had to perform. I was looking for something. As he was about to return I jumped the opportunity to ask for his help in my search. I felt slightly manipulative that I asked a favor for my kindness, like it had a price, but I decided to utilize it nonetheless. He might have an item I saw on his desk, perhaps a file or paper that I needed to help my mission elsewhere in the school. He agreed and brought me in. I followed him up to his desk. The other students were curious why I was being allowed special privilege out of class. I suddenly become aware that I am clutching my chest because I am not wearing a top. My top half is exposed. Embarrassed I make sure I am covering my breasts up completely, but still feel I have a reasonable excuse that they should respect because of the other duties I take on. I explain away that I am half naked by saying "You saw what I was doing out there, I worked my ass off." Referring to my war game, I think. Somehow that made me lose my shirt? I was merely stating that to maintain my integrity in their eyes. I didn't really care too much though and figured they might not understand but they would still respect my unique situation. The teacher retrieved the item for me and I left. Someone else was with me. We were walking. I had to use the restroom before we went on. I directed us down the main hall, knowing this building layout better than my companion because it was my old elementary school.

In the bathroom was another female student (college age, like we all were). She was rather talkative. I sat to potty. The entire back wall behind the stalls was a black transparency looking into a dining area. People were sitting at tables eating like a restaurant. How odd. They could see anyone who used this facility going to the bathroom. Why are they there? I looked again to see two types of creatures, a bipedal deformed type with large eyes, unattractive in appearance, and a hairy one I couldn't distinguish as having any features except limbs. They had been in the parallel dimensional building behind this bathroom for a long while. The gal was going to leave but was forgetting something that fell out of her bag when she accidentally dropped it earlier near my stall. One of the prisoners behind the transparent black wall came into my field of vision through the stall in my realm to pick up the item she had dropped and give it to her saying she almost forgot it. He then retreated back to an ajar gate overlapping the dimension, where I sat in the bathroom, off to my back left. I should have seen the walls of my stall, but was actually seeing a gate in line with the back wall where the beings were looking through. The gal expressed disgust about the creature that helped her. I scolded her saying they are living beings too and deserve equal treatment. She shouldn't assume why they were there. I finished and needed to pull my pants back up. I accepted that they would just end up seeing my tush, stood and pulled up my pants without much humiliation. I just told myself I had a nice tush that I shouldn't be embarrassed about. Who knows how many beings could see through that wall.

The wall separating these two dimensions was like the see-through side of a one-way mirror, but without the mirror on the other side since they did interact with us and thus proved they were watching. They could go through their gate, so it wasn't a prison as I wondered. It was a gateway that generally is left closed but can be opened. Why were they watching such a private area? People would not react kindly to them, I imagine was part of that message with the other gal. I, myself might have some amount of fear, but never the kind of reaction she showed. I would be curious if I could overcome my fear of harm to myself and uncertainty of the creature's intent. So you can see through walls then. I figured. We don't really have privacy and that would certainly unnerve people. I don't mind. As long as you study us with good intention and no desire to hurt us, I don't mind. What are you studying us for? Just general information or more specific things? Would you introduce yourselves to me more directly in my next dreams? What is your relationships with any of the other beings I have been contacted by? Heheh. Why are you so hairy? Body temperature regulation?

Prophecy

Night of Dec. 31 2012 - Jan 1st 2013 (New Year's)

The dream I had been waiting for. A response about what I might expect when our galactic ancestors make full contact with us for world change. It came in two parts.

First sequence: In a house that is not familiar, but my mom lives there. I am telling her a storm is here and we need to evacuate. She is stubbornly refusing to acknowledge a need to evacuate. I keep looking out the back bedroom window at the creek outside. The creek is familiar. I have been on that creek before and looked out this very window to see this view before in some other dream. My cousin is there, refusing to talk to her mother. They are fighting about something and my cousin is giving her the cold shoulder. I step outside the door to evaluate the rising of the water from the pouring rain. It is already just below the door step. Again, I emphasize the reality of the approaching flood into the house. She believes it won't come any further than the doorstep. I insist my cousin speak to her mom so she is updated on the flood and can get out herself, otherwise she is distracted by her daughter not wanting to speak to her. I pick up the hanging phone and headset and asks my aunt how she is, what the condition of her house is. I tell her to update me regularly and to keep watch for flooding. I look outside the window again, it rose significantly high, some five feet maybe in just the few minutes its felt like. I check outside the front door, water is three feet up the door. Now we were stuck or would have to wade through fast rising waters. My mother was arranging the furniture in front of windows and doors. There is a downstairs cordoned off with an rope. It will get a lot of water damage. I envision the water coming into the house and draining right down the stairs. At least now my mother is no longer denying there is an issue, but she seems to believe we should just stay here. I check a map that appears on a wall in the bedroom specifically for Oregon, looking for evacuation routes. This clued me into the storm going to be hitting the West.

Another scene that doesn't fall within the sequence very well but takes place in same setting: I am with a small group of people sitting on blankets in that bedroom, waiting out the flood, trying to survive. There are toys scattered on the blankets for a couple children. I am playing with trucks and cars, trying to amuse the kids. One truck is interesting, it will crush or eat entire other cars. I put one in the back, press the top down and the car is gone. The workings of this little toy baffled me. Where were the other cars going? Could they possibly have been crushed so small we can't see what's left? Or were they disappearing? Or was the truck absorbing them and making it seem like it was crushing them?

Second sequence: Taking either my younger sister, or perhaps my daughter? (I don't have a daughter) out for some bonding time doing four wheeling in a soppy valley floor with mud divots caused by another truck's tires. I am using my hatchback car without four wheel capability. She is worried I am being reckless, I trust we'll be fine and I want to show her a little risk and fun.

We enjoy ourselves and stop at this make shift town of parked trailers and trucks in a grassy space in the valley between surrounding hills and mountains. [My partner points out to me this would be the ideal place to run from a tsunami or flooding storm from in this area because the mountains would dissipate it and an ocean tsunami wave would never reach it.] I ask one lady something as she steps out onto her makeshift plank patio added onto her trailer. I get a call from my older sister in England. She tells me the media is calling it Uranus, but its not, you have to look for it. "What? What are you talking about?" "Look for it in the sky!" I scan the skies looking for something that would stick out and make sense of what she's saying. "I don't see anything." "Where are you facing?... It will be in (cardinal direction I can't remember and don't want to guess)." When I turned it became obvious. There, pulsing in the daytime, clear sky was a large round object with a light blue tint. Others started noticing it. "What is that?" People hummed. A man in a black suit nearby me I have a knowing to be CIA. Before he could answer them I say "Media says it Uranus!" with an emphasis on the planet's name. He says "How did you know that?" The fact that this man's intelligence also believed it to be Uranus, when I knew it not to be from my sister [how'd she know?], made me feel the CIA were useless in knowing about the entirety of the alien agenda. I have been wondering lately (at the time of this dream) if joining the CIA would put my abilities to use, if they might have more insight into what's expected, what's going on between the galactics and humanity, and what's going on with me as well I suppose. This single moment shot that down. They likely aren't the ones who deal with that sort of issue, probably a more specialized group like MJ12.

The object let out a burst of light that made two downward angled white paths that traced down to the earth and then rose over the mountain on our horizon and toward our area. The ground started shaking and a large crack formed in the middle of this camp. I became excited that some event was actually happening, but worried where my sister/daughter was as the two sides were being separated by this crevice. Logically I realized we wouldn't be separated for too long, that both sides were fine. My aunt (who was suddenly there as well) leapt back and forth across the expanding crack saying "This is just how I dreamt it!" I repeated her confirmation saying "I dreamt about this too!" [Referring to a dream where I shepherd a group of people to a bunker away from the cracking ground heating from beneath the surface.]

A small ship with a clear window in lands bringing transport containers to the people of this camp. We start out trying to cram ourselves in a fetal position into this foam insulated container. How are we supposed to fit in those? What if a person isn't flexible? I suspected they would expand to accommodate a person's size or ability. We unfold out of these odd containers onto a square transport ship where we are sat in rows, with the walking paths at either end of the rows like a theatre instead of a plane. We are given a manual of sorts explaining what is happening, why their arrival happened now and not earlier. I was enthralled. Our stewards/esses were kind and calmly organizing people into their seats. The manuals were brightly colored like a children's book, and showed pictures. Were they just paper? It was explained we would all choose assignments with the branches listed in the manual. There were five main branches, nine smaller branches as well, but the five were best to start with being most generalized. We would receive training through our chosen branch to do our work. The work would be appeal to our interests and skills. The branches were all color coded. I highlighted for myself the black branch almost immediately which dealt with space travel and exploration, as well as astronomy. I also liked the purple branch, which was psychological skills usage in field work like persuasion and relating to people, communicating to dissolve disagreements. And one other... not sure which one it was.

Next we were on smaller transports with five passenger seats in the back and here is actually where we are given pamphlets that explain the different branches. Black was listed first on the front, with the others inside. An old high school friend I haven't seen in years is in a seat at the opposite side of mine, both facing forward at a slant. Our pilot is a lovely woman with pulled back blonde hair and blue eyes. She is explaining things to us while she pilots. I set the pamphlet down and boldly ask "Are you an alien?" The other five passengers look at each other curiously then up at her for an answer. She paused to consider her answer, looked back at me to convey her shock. Then looks forward and answers "I am a combination of many races, including your own." I smack my knee. "I knew it. You're a hybrid! She's an alien." Everyone is stunned. "I am like you." I knew that humans themselves could be hybrids of different higher ET races watching over man, but it was important that we have admittance that our watchers do exist. She confirmed those theories by her mere existence, before we had even reached wherever we were going.

Those white paths led from Earth up to a mothership. Transports, like our own, followed the path like a light rail. They were invisible until now, or not turned on or something. The path was marked by what looked like torches all the way up to the ship. We traveled along it like a roller coaster. It was rather exhilarating.

There was another ship we were on, where there were two columns of rows. Rows were slanted inward. Each row held two people min. I was seated in the front left row on the inside. Door was at the front right. Our transport was stopping. Human like people came aboard. A lovely woman in a skirt and blouse suit and brown hair to the middle of her back walked toward and behind us looking directly at my seat mate (a gal friend of mine in real life). First thing the woman said as she was walking was "I'd be frustrated to if my dad treated me like that." A thin man with stylish, reddish, spiked hair, a unique style of fashionable dress, interesting trinkets on cord as accessories came toward me saying "She told me herself she thought you were great in bed." They were empaths. These were our personalized mentors. We each introduced ourselves and shook hands. [Telling that gal friend about this dream, she agreed if she were to have a personal mentor that she'd probably respond best to that kind of person. Although I had never considered the kind of person who was my mentor, it makes sense. That would be the best for me. He was sentimental, but adventurous and smart, fun and silly at times but also confident and firm when necessary. He is someone I could respect and not be threatened by. Someone I could learn from and be relaxed with. My friend's mentor would have been very wrong for me. I would be reserved, self-conscious and distracted by her attractiveness. I believe she was put there to help me understand the assignment of our mentors was individually considerate.]

Stewardesses were walking up and down the aisles with clipboards explaining that we would each be given a choice between three assignments. I thought they meant a small paper assignment. The only option I heard that she gave me was poetry. Figured I could whip that one out easily, just describe the amazingness of what has happened. "Okay, that puts you in the White branch." Oh, these were our job assignments? White? There wasn't a white branch. I flipped back through the pamphlet. Main colors, then sub colors... at the end of the list was the last primary branch: White. What was it though? Wasn't listed. Felt cheated. I had wanted to choose between the three colors I decided earlier (black, purple, and blue maybe or red?).  Transferring branches was possible, there was no intent to put us somewhere we didn't want to be. But I wanted to be somewhere I was sure I wanted to start.

Fast forward. Experiences and gained knowledge is rushing into my memory at light speed. We have been doing training in our respective branches. We earn credits for doing our work, and with those we buy food and clothes and whatever luxuries. There is no wage, no money whatsoever. Your credits are attached to your identity. I am eating lunch with a group of humans. We are discussing our time so far. One woman next to me is describing her training in sexual ops. A machine race called the Ulum (or Unum?) conducted the training, presumably because they do not run the risk of physical intimacy with a trainer. She was describing how her guide (name started with a G- Garjen?), in teaching her, would matter of factly bend her over and position himself at her backside. "Don't get me wrong, they are very sweet. It is just unorthodox that they are so nonchalant about sex." This machine race is made sentient by being controlled by a consciousness elsewhere, or a soul is placed in the machine to operate it. They are robots, like a cross between I, Robot look and clone droids from Star Wars. Their chests are made out of the same glowing white, cloudy hard material used as walls in the corridor of this eating room, as well as in another dream I had.

She also mentioned a difficult aspect of her training was the dream spell they used. There was a name for it she used... "What is that?" She gave me a pamphlet showing a distraught woman screaming having woken up in her sleep. "You don't know about it?" Apparently it was a trademark of this branch's training, remarked about by other workers. "It's where they program you with the same dream where your lover is nonreceptive to your touch. The dissatisfaction and feeling unappreciated is real and hurts." It was a way of building their sexual frustration to be used in the field when needed. Although it seemed cruel, it was voluntary, part of the training. It would become a useful tool. My interest in this was that I may have found an answer to my own dreams in my waking reality. Are my dreams conditioning?! Dream conditioning! How in the hell would that be possible? What kind of technology or understanding of the forces of the universe must someone know to pull that kind of distant manipulation off? "Wait, this is the Green branch?" The pamphlet's front stated in green letters its title. "Yeah." She replied. "I thought the sex ops was red." "No." How odd. What was red then? I thought green was science and technology. I'm confused what all the branches were, but am very curious to know.

Analysis: This was a rescue mission. Humans were being rescued, and taken up to live within the society of these multiple race, a diverse society with open-minded tolerance of basic need, honesty about its operations. A system without money, where all basic needs are met, and people work to earn their keep doing challenging jobs. We are not mindless drones, we are assigned according to our passions and skills and any missing skills are filled in during individualized training. People feel useful and special. Maybe not paradise, but a step in the right direction.

UPDATE (May 20th, 2013): "As with Mayan tradition, Hopi prophecy also talks of us having Four Worlds, with the Fifth World about to emerge from the ashes of the Fourth, the timing signified by Nine Signs:
The coming of white-skinned men, who take land that is not theirs and who strike their enemies with thunder (guns)
The coming of spinning wheels filled with voices (covered wagons)
A strange beast like a buffalo but with long horns that overruns the land in large numbers (cattle)
The land is crossed by snakes of iron (railroad tracks)
The land is crossed by a giant spider’s web (power lines)
The land is crossed with rivers of stone that make pictures in the sun (mirages on asphalt and concrete roads)
The sea turns black, killing many living things (oil spills)
Many youth, who wear their hair long like our people, come to the tribal nations to learn our ways and wisdom (hippies)
A dwelling-place in the heavens, above the earth, falls with a great crash, appearing as a blue star (future demise of a space station?)."

From http://people.tribe.net/djapollo2k/blog/cb560161-7f87-48c8-b22b-8135c5d672d9 on Hopi prophecy about The Great Purification.

Immediately when I read that last step of a dwelling place in the heavens falling as a blue star, I knew it was the 'Uranus' object from this dream that pulsed and gave the impression of something catastrophic.

Then, the speaker, a Hopi Elder, talks from his people's long held prophecies about wars:
"The first shaking occurs when man tosses bugs into the air (airplanes, first used in World War I). The second world-shaking occurs when man uses the Hopi migration symbol in war (swastika adopted by Hitler in World War II). The third shaking will be recognized by a red cover or cloak..."

I saw large red curtains surrounding the rehearsal stage in my dream and was asked to fill the role of "girl in red." People arguring and waging war, I walk through them quietly singing, but the song permeates and distracts them from their fighting, mesmerized by my presence and sound. I saw a false revealing of ET presence by two presidents, one in blue, one in red with the Hitler band, with UFO's in the sky that were all staged. They removed their UFO costumes and exited the stage laughing with each other.

The Hopi elders outlines the signs leading up to the third shaking: " The trees die (acid rain or destruction of the rainforest).

• Man builds a house in the sky (space stations).

• Cold places become hot, and hot places will become cold (extreme weather).

• Lands sink into the ocean, and lands will rise out of the sea.

• The Blue Star Kachina appears." 

I see desert of California turn to arctic landscape, floods and rainstorms overwhelm the Northwestern states. These events of course have been related to magnetic pole shifts of Earth, something that occurs on a cycle of millenia, whereas the Sun's poles shift positive to negative (and sometimes to quadripolar regions) every 11 years.

In this dream, we were transported on rails in the sky made of light (holographic perhaps, but not hollow, rather solid for our ship to move up it) which we followed up and down like a roller coaster. An eyewitness reported to MUFON seeing a series of lights that moved in the sky like an exaggerated roller coaster.

Night of Jan 5/6th 2013

First sequence of scenes were answering my wondering how general population will be clued into something changing. In the dream, I am working at my old job at the university library in the stacks. I come into the office because I forgot to call in the start of my shift (its an automated phone system for tracking work time), but the line wasn't working. All over the library the phones were functioning improperly.

Next scene I remember, my younger sister and I are running away from a golem-like creature that suddenly came alive... it was a car that came alive and was climbing up concrete stairs after us [the bizarre dream that I had where I was with a group of people trying to deactivate or prevent a war between giant animated machines. Our cars and electronics will be possessed/animated/imbued with life somehow? Sounds like a more horrifying Transformers movie. Who would do this and is capable of doing this? Again, why would there be celebrating people like there was in my previous dream on the day of the rain? Or are these two events separate?]. We were climbing to what seemed like an ancient stone building. The entrance door was dropping down like a blast door. Would we make it?! I reached it first, slid in hoping if I was fast enough there would still be room for my sister to as well. Just as I slid I knew it wouldn't be enough room and coincidentally was able to stop underneath it with a foot as a prop until she could get in. The golem was right behind her, would she make it without letting him in as well? Was it best to ensure my own safety? NO. I would wait and trust I could immediately remove my foot and the door would close in time. My sister slid in, I removed my foot, it barely closed. We watched the crease in the bottom of the door for a few moments to ensure it could not lift it up. Door was secure, we proceeded to explore the pyramid like corridors and rooms.

Update about the Fleur de lis: common symbol on city emblems, coat of arms, flags, and coins in France. The three petals were meant to represent the three social classes or roles, which were fighter, worker, and pray-er (courtesy Wikipedia). I felt I maybe fell into the role of pray-er more, that my service was in utilizing my dream connection, logic and intuitive balance to navigate people. Worker as secondary service, and fighter last. My dream disagreed with this evaluation of what services I had to offer.

Dream: In a wide room with a small group of others. Giant leeches are sliding slowly along the floors and walls from a doorway. Dark bluish black dire wolf-like creatures are approaching. We are trapped in this room. I am casting magical attacks at the leeches with fluid arm gestures and chanting jibberish. Nothing is happening though. My vision is clouded. I can't see the effects (if any) of my magic on eliminating the leeches. I blindly believe I have magic and that it is working. A woman of similar age near me, watching me, is doubtful of my magic. I keep casting though with an air of relaxed trust. I turned to her and said "Just pretend. Pretend it works." As if that was the key to making it actually happen: imagination and belief. Regardless of my uncertainty of what was actually happening, she still decided my play sounded fun and so joined in, calling back to the rest of the group that was also in doubt but was not stepping up to do anything to combat the attack "Whatever, its something. Looks fun at least."

I tried to focus in more after they called to me that it wasn't actually doing anything. There was no light, no physical show of affect from me. The leech I thought I attacked remained untouched. Shit. The dark animal creatures burst into the room and immediately clamped onto me with its sharp teeth and strong jaw. I'm surprised I feel no pain. I was the likely one to be attacked first. Unrelenting, I tried to pry its mouth open far enough to pull myself out of it. The rest of the group had found a side door to a hallway to exit. I followed after them. Always trouble with doors through this dream: keeping them closed, getting them open, getting everyone through them in time.

I switch to close combat with a sword. Using a sword felt unfamiliar, like I never thought it would ever be a choice weapon of mine. Necessity forced my use of it. I had to defend the group. My dog and even my child were among us. I lost track of my dog. I lost him between all the transfers between doorways we had to hurriedly get everyone through. I called for him, but he wouldn't come and we had to close the door. I kept losing people, no matter how much I tried to navigate everyone to safety. Another group of humans was after us. They seemed like us... whoa deja vu. They seemed like us in that they were caught up in some kind of apocalyptic situation, but they were determined to kill us. Who were they? Why were they after us? I had to fight them and kill some of them to protect my group. I am not one to kill someone, why would you show me this spirit guides? I would only inflict deadly harm if they threatened my family... which they were doing. But why? They had captured me at one point. Don't recall the details except that I wounded many of them escaping. I played coy and ignorant with them until I had my chance.

In a hall with my group catching our breath, we hear a quiet singing in Arabic or Hindu (sorry I don't know which). Its coming from behind a sealed door with bars over a small window. We go inside. I can see above to see the full layout of the room. It is a prison for one being separated into three parts. What I mean is that there are three forms of him chained separately. One is human-like, another has a pale blue complexion and rougher skin with raised ridges along the head and arms and shoulders. This blue one looked meaner in appearance and more openly aggressive. The human, as I would discover, was more cunning. Not sure what the third one was. In dress and figure and features they were replicates of one another with some special variants. Three species of the same entity? They stood at the center of four layers of walls on all sides, and some kind of mystical field over the top. My group looked around, piecing together the reason for such a prison. One member said "Should we let him out." "No, don't" another stated cautiously. We debated curiously why he was there and what to do. Without deliberate action, we accidentally set him free. I have the sense that he spoke to me in particular, speaking kindly and calmly, luring me to the release and tricking me into hitting it without knowing what or where it was. The three parts of him merged together into one and he lifted his arms up as if satisfied with the taste of freedom. "Get out of here." I called to the others. "Run!" I yelled. He had held me there a moment, thanking me for letting him free and saying how unfair his imprisonment was. "What did you do? Why were you put in here?" He said some obvious excuse. There was a malevolence in him, but once combined, he took on a different feeling. He was ... human. I almost empathized with him. Now complete, I wondered if the parts would keep him in balance, check his dark sides. This thought is of course based on the analysis of how his personality evened out being put back together. I worried throughout his tagging along with the group if he was a demon.

We have to run and hide more, I navigate people through a hidden door to a small apartment. It's my partner's apartment. Why don't we live together? This is the the fourth of fifth time implied my partner and I are living separately in this alternate dimension. I am raiding his fridge and cupboards for snacks.

There was some part very early in this dream where I stumble upon these beautiful mushrooms of this glowing red tint. I call it a shaggy mane (native to Northwest), but later it is also referred to as a bolete (also native, and not similar looking). I cut a near perfect specimen, save the odd color, of a cluster of them to show whomever I was with, parental figures I think. I was so excited to find food and such a quality, plump source. I was beginning to cut them to throw in a pot of water when my fatherly figure grabs it and says "What are you doing? That is not a shaggy mane. Look!" He points to one I had cut in half already. There were small worms seeping out of it. They were (somehow) causing it to glow uncharacteristically. They weren't glow worms, the mushroom was just glowing to point out to me there was something strange about them as a red flag. This only became relevant in the above scene.

Back at the apt. I am laying across the counter to reach stuff on the top of the fridge. Score, I find a couple doughy bites with sugar and scarf those down. Image of my partner appears in my thoughts hassling me for eating his food when he chose things I don't usually want. Got to eat, babe. Another member is playing with something in the sink, and there is a lovely green plant on the other counter by that sink closer to me. My teammates are questioning our new guest: the freed prisoner, wondering, as I was if he was a demon. I kept this in the back of mind, but accepted for our current situations that he was at least a useful fighter as he had helped us fight through the beasts and pursuant human group. He was doing his part when it was time for action.

He responds to their questioning with one comment "I am most interested in her." He turns to me and climbs toward me with a determined look on his face of desire; head low, eyes locked on me. I am caught off guard, surprised that he would show such aggressive intentions toward me in front of them and after his combat behavior had already suggested he wanted to contribute to the group. Now in a cool down he jumps at the opportunity to express the darker side that still flows freely through him. He is touching my stomach and waist. Waiting, I suppose, to make a more threatening move toward harm, I realize the intent was seductive, as I am beginning to desire his further touch. I have to pry myself from his hold. After much mental effort and pull away by literally falling off the counter (on my feet) and stumbling to the sink where a group member holds a bag hanging from a netlike handle filled with algae water and what might be little fungus or something the person living here was growing (contradictory to the overall cleanliness and vibrant feel of the apt.). Something had spilled or been thrown at the demon-guy that burned him. The algae water and the mushrooms growing in a sill pot on the side of the sink were his weakness. I took the net and chucked the water at him, not to kill him, but I guess as a warning.

Transitions are unclear. We were having to run from the human group again. Switching between floors to find some safety. All throughout this dream I had been trying to hold open doors until the last possible moment for that last person still catching to us. At the elevator this time, we were too late. The person was caught by the monsters. We had to close the elevator. I had lost someone. At another time we piled hurriedly into a car at the base of this building outside. I only strapped my son in halfway so someone else could jump in quicker and we could get moving. The pursuing group nearly side swiped us from the other direction.

We return to the building. We have secured one area, and we hear word they are coming to this exact spot, but they don't know we are there. We abandon that large room to hide around the corner. I run into a glass room telling my son to hurry up and come inside. He is standing there peaking around the glass door, then without an explanation, turns around toward the other party. "No, no come back here!" My panic is exploding as my loud whispering for him to come back maxes and becomes normal decibel sound I was supposed to keep down or else risk exposing the rest of the group. He walks right past the two guards we had stationed (a woman and our demon-guy) in slow motion . I'm thinking as he walks past our two lookouts "Why aren't they trying to stop him?!" I can't yell the order without giving us all up. He gave himself over, walking right up to their circle and looking up at them. I halt as they look down and notice him. Tears fall from my eyes and I am overcome with loss and failure. What was he doing? Did he just act out of sweetness to say hello to people, running away from me thinking it was a game? Did he somehow know what needed to be done to end the conflict? They still hadn't seen me (their backs were turned away from us). I heard their decision to use him as motivation for us to surrender instead of killing him. He had a chance, there was no point in me sacrificing myself by going after him like this. I turned and ran back to the group. End.

Earlier part where my group and myself are running through dark woods. We are encountered by large wolves (white this time I believe). They are threatening, snarling, surrounding us. Feeling the only way to help us is to flee for help, one of us leaps over some fence or barrier out onto the highway that lies nearby. Semi's and logging trucks travel it frequently. They hitch a ride. What was the purpose of this scene? Supplement about the beasts that were after us? Message being we could not escape, one desparate, solitary remaining person free enough from danger to escape should? I used to wonder why I never dreamt about mammals except domestic dogs and cats.

Analysis: So much of this is so fantastical I have difficulty believing this is all meant to be literal depictions of upcoming events and creatures that exist. Using my questions still as a template for understanding the often confusing and bizarre dreams I have, I acknowledge the reality being portrayed that I will lose people. But my role as leader... Many dreams of leading people to safety, being navigator and feeling their was someone else as leader but not being able to pinpoint who that was. How am I supposed to be a leader? How am I supposed to deal with the feeling of failure when people in my group are lost if I am the leader? The responsibility will eat me up with guilt. I am not meant to be a background pray-er, navigating our decisions in planning while someone else carries out the difficult actions of being a fighter. The only evidence of my magic working was that I wasn't trying to see the effect of the magic, I just believed it was working blindly and despite the attacking leeches, they remained at bay. Only when I tried to see it by focusing through the cloudiness did it fail and the leeches and beasts reach us. But not even an after effect? I couldn't even see residual energy suggesting real magic was emanating from me.

Who was the imprisoned demon-fighter bent on seducing me? It is ideas like that which seep doubt into my faith and into my confidence in myself and my dreams. Did I let him out by giving into him somehow? Why is my partner and I repeatedly shown to live in separate spaces, even if we aren't necessarily separated by relationship? Does he represent something in me or a being in the world at large?

Who were the humans? Why were they hunting us? Was this a transition from the soulless zombies, then to the influenced people that were out to kill me when I was trying to explain that they were being manipulated and only a little girl would hear my message when I veiled myself (the sight of my face became the trigger to turn people onto the plot to kill me that some unknown force was behind ) [other dreams as well, I honestly don't know how I am going to update all my other dreams in any recognizable way for potential readers. One thing at a time I guess.].

How am I supposed to believe the animated possession of our machines? Is this literal or metaphorical? For sake of clarity, let's answer one thing at a time, if possible. Let's start with this one since I have had another dream about angry, possessed animal machines that I thought was on another planet altogether, and because it was closest in answering the question from the previous night's dream. Average people will be clued into the changes by their electronics acting up? What does this have to do with the rainstorm? An electrical storm? How is this cause for them to celebrate??

Update:  Imprisoned demons is a common theme in many religions and mythologies. I am not sure I will be able to figure out which one it was and whether I released him or he was accidentally released or will be released and it hasn't happened yet. Which demons are imprisoned in towers or tall buildings? The game Baldur's Gate (as my partner clued me in on; he is so helpful in guiding my understanding of cultural references and symbols with his vast useless trivia knowledge) was about a tower ruled by angels and divine priests who were actually there to hold the demon in the basement. Another lesser demon was also imprisoned in the tower somewhere, but he was captured later after the tower was already erected for the larger demon. Was the demon fighter, because he was on some random floor in a side room, also a lesser demon? Was the human party trying to keep us out, acting like sentinels? I don't even know how we got in though, and we certainly didn't have the intention to let the demon out. He was tricksy.

Night of Oct. 15th/16th 2012

Dreamt I'm in a salon to get my hair cut. Hair dressers were busy with clients already. I asked one if she would take me without appointment. She hesitated, being distracted with her current task. Finally, she dismissed me saying she already booked her two clients for the day [sounded like a laid back job that you only have to deal with three clients for the day]. Another customer walked in and, somehow, instead of being serviced, I agreed to help out by tending to the walk-in. [I have never been or considered being a hair dresser, but have gone to get my hair cut before.]

The customer had straight, light brown hair, a thin face, caucasian. She was wanting a trim only. I fumbled awhile to get situated at the nearest chair and station. Asked the main gal if shampoo and conditioner were complimentary. She hesitated to answer again. Taking too long to decide and seeming agitated at my repeatedly bothering her, I decided for her. I gave her a free wash.

She undid a braid she was making while she waited for me to begin [hair didn't originally seem long enough to hold a braid; it unnoticably extended. This is an example of accomodating circumstance, where original images or parameters change to accomodate the situation, suggesting the dream reacts to the host dreamer's choices.]. I set the chair so she leaned back, again having difficulty finding the levers and lining her up to the small built in tub on the back of the chair for washing. My vision and coordination, my ability to process felt inhibited, like I was drunk. The dream visuals were having difficulty catching up to what I wanted to do [clue about being trained; learning to freely maneuver and control my dream body, and call to knowing things I need to know to progress in the dream and eventually in waking reality?]. But I was determined to prove I could do what I set out to. I made up for my fumbling by giving her a relaxing hair wash [what I imagine a hair cut to be more about:  pampering; the scalp is very sensitive to touch and play]. She sighed in satisfaction.

Don't remember actually doing the cutting, but she was suddenly done and I was sweeping up hair. The main dresser was content enough with my help to offer me a job, since they apparently needed an extra hand. Felt proud I had landed a job through an irregular channel for today's economy (without a paper or electronic application process). This aspect of the dream was odd to me because I do not feel inclined to search for a job outside of my field (psychology, counseling and writing).

Next scene I remember, I am eating lunch outside the school in a small enclosed courtyard with a gal a few years younger than me [was she the one who's hair I cut?]. I asked her what she does for a living. She said she works as an assistant in a trailer park and sarcastically expressed enjoyment for the position. "Where would you like to work?" I offered. She always wanted to work in some in-door, higher end fast food restaurant that had a nice exterior and worked with fresh food. I told her that her homework for the week was to get an application for that place. "Just go in for a coffee or something and ask while you're up there if you could also get an application." [Did someone else dream of me here? Was I acting as what they would deem a spirit guide? Are the guides in our dreams the interacting consciousness' of real people? Can we possibly help one another in our sleep? There has been little evidence of this. When I have asked people I have dreamt about if they also dreamt of me or if what I saw were relevant to their life at that moment, they usually said 'no.' Could be they don't remember.]

Someone came outside from the school a few yards away to say break was over. I went back in through that door into a school hallway that might be lined with lockers. There were large windows at the end of the hall, tile or linoleum floor, lights lining the ceiling maybe (it was bright somehow). Turned a corner following a line of children into a classroom. I was in a school for fifth graders [which I stated during the dream], but whom looked more like preschoolers. I sat in the back of the classroom in center at a small table and chairs with a male. Questioned him about the age of the others. His age was closer to mine, which I said to be 24-25, and he was a few years younger. Not sure what topics were discussed.. history I think. I felt like an outsider, a visitor to the class. I was called out on for saying the answer for the other students (which the lecture must have mainly been for), and for mumbling answers to questions not directed at me. I was asked to speak up and direct my comment to the class. Embarrassed, I hesitated at first, but then sufficiently explained why what he was saying was inaccurate.

Analysis: Maybe this entire dream is insignificant, as perhaps any dreams may be, but I have had a few classroom based ones recently. Could be that I've been out of school for a couple years now and miss the familiarity of it, or, and I know this sounds crazy, is my consciousness being imported for training into another body while I sleep? I want to believe I am multitasking a secret, greater purpose beneath my physical life. I believe I am part of a grander scheme and not wasting my skills and potential stuck in the job of full-time mom. Not that I do not love my son, appreciate being able to monitor his development closely and spend time with him, but I feel a calling to be doing more than what finances and obligations allow.