Welcoming a New Investigative Agent!

Prompted by a string of comments by people with their own Red Grid Marks, I have decided to bring aboard a partner to help me handle the caseload. Previously known as 'Michael' from my first case, Jordon has followed my work and become a valuable asset in dream experiments. Together, we are exploring the capabilities of spirit communication via dream signaling, contact, calling, and downloading (where we receive information about the other person). We've managed to transmit and receive cold calls from each other. Jordon will meditate on wanting to contact me before going to sleep, then check a day or two later if I received anything. I will channel information for him about his personal life, and report my readings.

Jordon came to me originally about the red grid that appeared on his back. He ended up trusting me with a secret that plagued his nights. A malevolent presence would invade his psychological space to rape, abuse, and absorb the energy of him feeling a lack of control. After a thorough background and history, and failed attempts to fight the presence, Jordon found success in unleashing his doubt to the possibility of astral flight. He found himself escaping the control of this being by conquering his fear and learning to levitate of his own accord.


We worked to generate a faith in something safe and loving that could aid him. His personal work was paying off. On one occasion where he again rose himself away from the beings imminent presence, Jordon saw the sky open up above him as if he had opened the map to the universe. A star shined and he believed it was my light standing out (April 20th, 2014 Dream; Interview April 24th).

Now, I have invited him to join me by following up on cases with me as an investigator. This is his coming out to embrace a mission we believe he could play a significant role for approaching changes in.

Welcome to the Team, Jordon!

The Unveiling

 "'...They use tornadoes to clean.' In that moment I recognized this was not some random act of nature, this was a deliberate effort by a living force with technology sophisticated and grand enough to induce a storm on an area that has never before been witnessed in human history." 

 -From Act 2 about launched tornadoes to cleanse an area

Foreward: A dream I've been waiting for. Nothing could have prepared me for the strangeness of some of the details. It compiled multiple topics of consideration I've meditated on for going on a year now.

Dream 4/17/14: First scene I remember is walking in a busy city with a few family members. Most people are walking about their daily tasks, but something is different. There's a change in the air of potentially global proportions, certainly something that affects our city and surrounding cities. Anomalies in the sky, in the clouds, sudden discolorations and movements that should not be there. Does anyone else see these oddities?

I pause from my group to stare hard at a section of the sky where symmetrical lines and circles outline what could be a large alien ship. The harder I concentrate, the more it takes shape until it completely becomes clear as though uncloaked at being caught. But the size I anticipated did not come close to its actual size. The mother ship filled half my line of sight in the sky. Massive. I turn quickly to my family. "Do you see that? Something is going on!"

The Space for Evil is White

I always feel the need to reiterate that for every dream or experience I post about, there are at least (nowadays) five others I do not. So only when the dream stands out and bothers my waking experience do I transcribe it to get it out of my head and into the world. Typically that is when it lingers in my mind with nudging urgency as if to say, "I should be told." Most of my dreams nowadays center on my efforts to begin a polyamorous lifestyle, showing me perspectives from those parties and families involved, and sorting out my concerns with new ideas and approaches. When a topic is able to rip through all that interference, it must be significant.

In this daytime dream from March 26th, 2014, catching a few zz's while my son slept, I dreamed I walked into the lair of a particular group of evil. It's a large space with low ceilings, previously a warehouse floor. It's white, everything is white, but the brightness is variable between inner spaces. One standing group will have a shadowy brightness, while another just a few feet to their right in the center of the room is lit with natural lighting.

I walk into this surprisingly white building with my dog on leash. Cartoonish white ice cream trucks are facing away from me, side by side against the back wall in anticipation of something to happen. Some scheme they had been planning for a long time was finally going to be hatched and they wanted front seats for the show. Their butts practically stuck up in the air above them with how intensely they watched crammed together at what looked to be me to be a solid wall. I couldn't figure out what they were looking at. The wall must have been transparent to them. My sense was they were watching unsuspecting humans going about their physical lives until they suddenly fell ill. I saw faceless people walking casually, and suddenly hold their stomachs and collapse to the ground. Some died, some were seriously ill. The animated trucks were peering into the physical world. They belonged to some fast food corporation.

Do Dreams Read and Retain Electrical Energy?

The brain may be able to tap into encountered electrical field. 

I've been fixing my car the last few weeks. The tail lights were out, the dashboard dials and lighting
stopped working, the airbag signal beeps incessantly once I close the door, and the starter began having trouble. Though the forums said replacing battery cables is an easy task, it was painstaking for me. I saved a bunch of money doing it my route, but still it was a long process to hoist the car and change the positive cables on the starter. Car manufacturers did not make my model to be friendly for a mechanic. Tubes and cables overlap each other so much so in this crammed space. Replacing anything in there is a hassle.

According to some forum posts, my model has a common issue of wires being cut or broken in the hatch assembly where the hatchback door opens. The wiring for the taillights, back wiper, license lights, etc. run together in a clump at the crease of the door. Sure enough, one of the wires was cut through, and a bunch others were exposed and rubbing. I patched those with electrical tape and connected some extra wire to the cut one so it would touch, then wrapped it tight (didn't have the right cinching/crimping tools).

I couldn't get back to fixing my car for a week, and during that time the windows were down, and the battery unhooked and a few of my new cable parts were laying under the hoisted car. I was nervous someone would steal something, so I made sure nothing expensive or important was in the car, and hid the old cables under the car (didn't care about those much). Thought I was as careful as I could be given the circumstance of my schedule and the condition of my car, but I still worried. I set up a protective shield on my car with my imagination, asking that anyone who walks by will be oblivious to its windows being down, and assume because its raised that its broken and not worth stealing anything from.

When I got down to work on the car again at the end of the week, the most important cable I needed was missing. I searched all the bags and took kits, inside the tarp laid down under the car, in the seats of both my car and my partner's. Nowhere. Dammitdammitdammit. Did someone take the one cable I can't easily replace? It connects from the starter to a plug near the battery, and that plug end means buying the specialty part. I'm sure its not expensive, the annoyance would be that fixing the car would again be delayed, my day meant to spend on it would be scrapped, and my trip in three days would be in jeopardy. I double and triple checked bags and the gravel driveway around the car. As I looked, I tried to channel, asking my guide and any knowing energies around where it would. "Did someone really steal the one hard to replace cable?" I couldn't tell at first if the anxiety I felt in response was a confirming answer or a No, as my channeling typically would work. The situation was becoming hopeless, so I surrendered. Where is it? And I listed each possibility I could thing of and listened for the response. I kept being directed back to the car. In the engine somehow? Why would it be there? Did I throw it in there when I closed up the car last time? That doesn't make sense, but I'll look. I scanned under the hood, not sure what I was looking for, expecting to find a strewn out cable, though I know I didn't do that, that would have been so reckless of me. I spot a plug that looks unattached. Wait. Is that it? I grab it. Indeed its unattached. Its the plug end I was looking for hanging out from where it disappears deeper into the car behind parts and hoses. OH! Right, it attaches to the starter and I added it when I connected the new battery cable down there. I had forgot. It was ready and waiting for me to just connect it to the socket laying near it. Wow, how did I forget that? I connected it and took a moment to thank whatever energy helped me find and remember that. Maybe spirits really do have an easy time locating electrical things, as my interviewee explained about his phantom who helps him find only missing electronics around his house.

Unfortunately, despite all my effort, my car is still not fixed. The tail lights and dashboard lights do work now, probably from me fixing that broken wire. But the dials and turn signals don't. A friend who helped me yesterday with the battery cables wants to replace the end of the pos. cable that connects to the fuse box as one final idea. That may help the flow of voltage. I'm back to the drawing board otherwise.

Last night I dreamed I was working on my car and I was back at the hatch assembly where I fixed the cut wire. I moved the clump of wires around and found two more clearly split wires, a black one and a striped colored one. Oh, what a relief and surprise! I thought. It was just there was two that were still inhibiting the flow.

That was all of that scene. Waking up today, I have great doubt that that is true, but I will check. Before I do, I am investigating why the airbag light is the only thing in the dash freaking out. I will return with an update after I see an auto electrician today about the problem.

UPDATE: Turns out all the patchwork I did solved the original problem. The unrelated problem that arose later was the result of my partner messing with the fuse box (though I assured him I already checked the fuses). The instrument cluster fuse was missing altogether. He must have returned the fuse to the wrong hole. Only after my partner played around (though I already checked the fuses), did the dash lights and signal lights stop working. I had wondered about that coincidence, but gave him the benefit of the doubt and figured the original problem had expanded to affect my instruments as well.

Anyway, this is why dreaming is so confusing. The dream showed two wires cut in half impeding the flow of energy through to the other side. It indicated a hole in the flow. But instead of showing me exactly where the flow was impeded, it showed me the most recent example of the same problem. Maybe I'm reaching, I don't know. Perhaps there still is a wiring problem in that cluster that isn't a problem right now but will be soon that I don't know about. Something else doesn't make sense. Why was there two wires shown instead of one if all that needed replacing was one fuse? Rewiring the one I did solved the tail light problem, along with replacing the cables to the battery. Things are smoother, but I specifically recall feeling ... Wait. I have a hunch. I taped many wires in that cluster. I was shown a black and a striped green colored one in the dream. Well, the green one was the one I had to rewire, but I also taped a black one (among others). The dream could have been showing me that my patchwork taping of those two wires DID solve the original problem I was asking about. Specifics, specifics. Dreams, more often than not, tell me where I've been with increased clarity and truth than I can recognize when awake.

Well, my car is finally fixed! With a little help from some friends, physical and non-physical. Thank you!

A Meeting of Old Acquaintences

A second encounter with the two species I met during my consciousness abduction/contact. This time very dream-like. Provided a long-awaited chance to ask questions and learn about the relationship between the two species. 

2nd half of dream:  Walking along a field where multiple camoflauged alien ships have are resting. They look like rusted rhombus shaped containers, similar to giant garbage trucks. Which alien species do these belong to, I wonder in alternating excitement and nervousness. One of them locks onto me and pulls me toward it. Finally, one finds me interesting. But which one? The walls of this ship become transparent and I see a blue-transluscent skinned short being inside welcoming me. I know it's kind. The affects of the beam begin to render me unconscious. "NO, please let me stay awake so I can interact with you during this session, I want to see everything!" I ask the being and will myself to stay awake through the heavy drowsiness of the beam. I push through and land fully awake on the ship. I can't contain my excitement.

What Will It Take: A Tale of Love

The conditions for reaching that pure and blissful connected love are specific, if not impossibly complex. But might the strength of that draw be enough to pull us toward it as a guiding light through all the obstacles we face? Is love a magnetic force like consciousness belonging to a body?

For once, there was no question I was aware of asking preceding this vivid dream, other than me spending a couple hours searching online for ideas to adjust my wardrobe, particularly focusing on an underbust corset and how to trim a long dress I own. But important elements in the dream prompt me to record it while it's fresh. When I have vivid dreams without investigative prompting, the dream seem to channel issues around the world I never would have been aware of.

I'm with Shantey, a sister-type whom I grew up with, at our old apartment complex. Something is amiss. A powerful tyrant is in the area and is searching for us in their quest to gather and subdue all free occupants of the previous order. He is enacting a new order. I grab Shantey's arm and pull her to the back of one of the complex's by the line of bushes and fencing. "We need to run." I exclaim to her in an urgent whisper, pulling her into hiding just in time before he turned the corner to see where we had stood. We trace along the wall of the complex to the next break, and wait. He already had caught up at the far end. I pull Shantey back to wait. "Wait. Stand in line with the tree." I walk her slowly as the man walks in line of sight with a tree a quarter of the way between him and us. He is shouting for us to hear wherever we may be in the complex, making ultimatums with an arrogant confidence that they will find us eventually. We've evaded him so long now that if we're caught, he likely will unleash a darker punishment on us than any others he's caught.

Seeing Overlapping Realms When Awake

Think Water

-Exemplifying how it would look to see two overlapping realms in the waking state

See Investigations DS#2 on posts with the water and ocean themes, listed at the bottom of the page.

Over the course of my dreaming investigations, one puzzling element pervaded:  water.

I managed to decipher the coding water represents in the spirit realm, settling on the idea that my dream scenarios kept nudging me toward, that there is a realm of nonlocality overlapping the solid state reality. Being immersed in water was dangerous because it implied full openness of spirit for anything wandering around to penetrate. It's hard to breathe if you don't know how or have no equipment or evolved physical ability (gills). It took me a long time to conjure a dream of myself swimming fully submerged in ocean, though I knew that held the key to contacting other beings. The dream ocean is a highway of consciousness connecting all beings together. We are made capable to walk the land, or swim the water. [Haven't figured out what capability flight represents in the dream world. But watch out for Dragons. Those buggers are dangerous because they can access all three mediums swiftly and freely if no protective measures are taken.]

There was a significance to straddling the surface of the water. Something was important about that, never going too deep or submerging without being in a team with a reason to be searching the water. In other words, to explore the spirit world, you need certain safety measures in place. I had to put those in place to safely navigate. But what was the significance of straddling the surface in response to my questions about being able to SEE and HEAR those beings of the spirit ocean? I want nothing more than learn how to see that companion realm in my waking state, so I can teach others to.

Last week, the answer hit me as I was passing over a creek bridge. Water has the amazing property of reflecting the outer world on its surface, while still allowing transparency to the creek's floor. In this way, we are seeing two overlapping worlds.

I've known water holds the key to understanding the overlapping realm. There has been a relationship with water I cannot shake. In this picture, notice three layers actually. The one of the water bottom with the rocks, one with the camera man in the lower right, along with the trees tracing the photo's bottom edge, and thirdly, what seems like another figure taking up the left half of the photo. This figure is closer to the water than the cameraman, and so is not reflected with the same clarity as the trees or camera guy. His/her shadow appears cast on the lake bottom, whereas the cameraman is obviously on the surface. Such a brilliant demonstration on the play of light with water and solid objects. I know this is the area of study that will help us understand the degrees of solidity and nonlocality in which consciousness can travel, but I'm not certain how it helps us SEE them. Dreams kept telling me to be in-between, to float on the surface with part of the body submerged in a natural water (ocean, lake, river, stream). Pools are different, they are enclosed man made, rather, pocket dimensions, of consciousness.

Water helps me visualize how it is possible for two overlapping realms to intersect in the same dimension of perception. But can physical water provide a window into this other realm? The answer keeps coming back yes, but how, and why? Does water amplify sounds at the extremes of the sound spectrum? Does it reflect light in a way that would allow us to see things the naked eye can't?

There's the Harry Potter scene that comes to mind again and again where Hermione uses a mirror to look around corners because a direct meeting of the eyes with the Basilisk turns a human to stone. There is truth in that myth for contactees who have been 'put under a spell' by entities they've encountered. Entities with command over human consciousness and transmission of experience maybe need that soul connection through the eyes. Perhaps cloaking technology works the same way. Some UFO sightings occur at certain angles when the eye sees around whatever cloak or masking tech being used. Might the reflection of water show us shadows of such crafts or beings?

This is speculation, of course. It's actually difficult to work out the right conditions for water to reflect both the sky and its depth just right in relation to your eyes. Top shots or low shots capturing both mediums depends on the position and magnitude of light sources. I suppose its worth an experiment though, to channel while I'm looking at a water's edge. Haha! This idea, I'm just realizing, is commonly in magical movies where some witch far away contacts a person by water reflection.

Dream Experiment to Uncover Truth about Red Grid Mark Phenomenon, Part 3

Consciousness Invasions to Induce Out-of-Body Training?

- 'Michael' from Case Study #1 makes a choice to explore his altered state of consciousness instead of submitting to another assault. In so doing, he discovers an incredible ability.

[Read Part 1, or Part 2 of this ongoing series investigation with 'Michael,' Case Study #1]

J: “Strangely enough, last night (Thurs/Fri) I had an amazing dream, one I've been waiting to have:  a meeting of different alien beings!  There was a cantalope colored one with a bulbous head and large black eyes. He was shooting we with some kind of field or laser. I looked at someone next to me who knew more about the alien types than I and asked what he was doing. The beam made circles of light that rose from the ground up with me at the center. Its affect on me alternated between uncomfortable and benign depending on how I was thinking. The person next to me hurried me saying it was a truth beam, as long as I told the truth I would be fine. I fell to my knees and looked to the sky, curling my body inward as if the beam hurt or I was trying to resist it. I devoted those few moments to concentrating my thoughts (serious mental discipline exercise) on expressing a closeness with the truth. I felt the being, some hundred feet away in a firing stance relax. It seemed mechanical almost, so clear on its duties. But it was completely biological. I knew there was a soul in there. He ceased firing, and carried on. I stood, confident in my innocence and honesty and humility. "Who was that?" I asked. "He's a lawman." "A lawman?" I questioned. How fascinating! A galactic being dedicated to a code of truth and capable of putting someone on trial in a sense with a weapon. The lawman was surprised by my arrival and was checking if I was a threat, if I was allowed to be there by checking the essence of my person. I just kept saying to myself whilst in the circles "You have faith. I am a good person. I have nothing to be afraid of. I can pass this test." 

Dream Experiments to Uncover Truth about Red Grid Mark Phenomenon, Part 2

Call and Response Dream Question posed after Skype interview with Michael and consent for joint dreaming exercise, January 29th, 2014: "Who or what came into my room on the morning of Dec. 2nd 2013, and what purpose was the electric field on my brain used for?"

Dream:  (Story length. Never a simple answer with these.)

I'm part of a small group of college aged men and women with vibrant personalities and energy. We all live in a dorm, school-like community together. We enjoy our time together, playing, teasing, talking, gossiping about crushes within the group. An entire dream sequence is entirely devoted to showing me the dynamic of this group, how they interact and how carefree they are. They are an athletic group, full of life and arrogance, but they love and look out for one another. We were happily engrossed in our social interactions. The men joked with each other and wrestled like boys. The women chatted and nagged the men, hung on one another like girls do.

I heard 2-3 of the men of our group talking emphatically about plans to change some perspective in our society they disagreed with. In excited bursts of dialogue, they devised the basis for their plan, all the while still teasing one another about how they phrased something. The details of the plan were fuzzy to me, but the sense I got was they were hoping to re-educated and be a voice against some part of the status quo.

Then an image appeared superimposed over the scene -- like a forethought or premonition, but as if I've seen it before and the memory was just triggered to resurface -- of the smallest member of their pack lying dead at what was the first casualty in a terrible war. They had no idea what they were getting themselves into. Then I saw the scene expand and all of them, all my men, and a hundred more, our entire student community, lay slaughtered on a battlefield they didn't belong on.

Dream Experiment to Uncover Truth about Red Grid Marks Phenomenon, Part 1

There are a few answers to questions in my call-and-response dreaming technique that return mysterious answers so complex that they seem off-topic, yet consistently return with an iteration of the same message. One of those is "Why are red grid marks appearing on a small group of people? What are they caused from?"

An experiencer from my case files under the assigned alias "Michael" (anonymity at his request) and I conducted a tentative experiment in Nov. 2013 to try to connect in our dream states. Our hope was to boost our signals by cooperatively focusing on our joint desire to know the truth behind the appearances of our grid marks only a year and a half ago. We live in different parts of the country, and have been Skyping regularly with updates about our personal research and new experiences.

The night we planned to try this first experiment, he dreamed that the classic investigative partnership into the unknown, Mulder and Scully were pursuing a dark case, "possibly about a murder." They tracked down the perp who carried a box that when directed toward Mulder rendered him unconscious. 'Michael' recalls Scully was unsurprised by Mulder being so easily manipulated into an altered state. He also recalls a malevolent presence or omnipresence, commonly detected by him in his levitation and probing experiences that continues to haunt his nights. Unusual for my average strength of recall, I could remember only a vague detail about mass murder. Still, the common thread was enough for us to continue on with another attempt, building off this initial one.

How Hunger and Fine Tastes are Provided in a Galactic Cooperative

In a Cooperative, near socialist colony run by advanced societies of the galaxy, where hunger would be eliminated for, would those who enjoy finer foods lose that joy because of the necessity of the system to feed everyone. Would finer taste have to be sacrificed in the name of ending starvation? My partner and I are foodies, we enjoy quality foods, appreciate the simplicity of fresh, natural ingredients. It is a connecting point for us when we can discuss food and cook together. The simple pleasure of breaking bread with another.

But in my Abduction experience, a mechanical arm put a tray of slop directly into my belly. I've wondered ever since, if this is what food is like to a society understandably more interested in ensuring everyone is fed. Is slop the result when people are not forced to work the food industry, where only cooks who do enjoy the job remain out of passion?

Some days later, I dreamed an answer I didn't recognize was in response to that dilemma until I described it to my partner some time later.

Alternate Realities

Having dreams featuring people in my life are fairly common, as they are for any dreamer. But then having a subsequent dream with a similar message the following night without people from my life really feels like its rephrasing the message for emphasis so I'll pay attention. Otherwise, I wasn't going to report the dream two nights ago. I meditated about another few pressing topics, and yet my dreaming had other plans. Occurrences like these really suggest to me that I'm in conversation with some other force not confined to my consciousness. When I try to prompt a dream before bed, interfacing with the invisible presence I believe to be my personal link (depicted in essence as my investigative partner in other dreams who exists omnipresently, capable of seeing the intricacies of happenings and motivations interconnected around me at once from a 'higher' vantage point) is the easiest way to sort out details and land on the right question to ask that accurately represents what I want to know. You see, the challenge of call-response dreaming is projecting the right desire to know something. It seems if I ask something not entirely accurate to what I need to know, the response will seem confusing or off-topic. In some of these instances where the dream didn't seem to relate to the topics of consideration I tried to prompt that night with, I have to assume its either because some other signal was stronger, or it is in answer to the question but as background prerequisite ideas before I can understand the true answer to my question. I have learned to accept that some truths are difficult to swallow, comprehend with our limited range of perception and experience, and even dangerous. We're still fishing around in the dark, trying to shine light to reveal the truth. Humans seek truth in a variety of ways. I'm particularly curious as to what extent dreaming is an outlet for unveiling truths. What is available in dreaming? Presumably anything, but there are barriers to overcome, obstacles both from internal sources and from other consciousnesses. And the dream scape is still a reflection of the physical realm. So information readily available to public knowledge is easy for me to channel, information protected by a small group is more difficult, but I might be able to see that a small group is hiding the information I seek or is manipulating the knowledge I seek. Most of the time though, I'm in my own way to learning things I wish to know. I have to put forth a deliberate effort in real life for that energy of investigation to code into the dreamscape.

I don't know what prompted this first dream of the two about alternate realities. Maybe it will be revealed to me as I write it out (often what happens:  the truth is in the details somehow, or by immersing in the scene where the coding lay).

Underwater Base

During my hiatus these last weeks, I've been contemplating how to characterize the kind of dreaming I do. Remote reviewers are not sleeping when they see, and I do not see with the same clarity when awake. I enjoy actually that I can relax, fall to sleep, and receive information and images while I'm recharging. It's like a double whammy. So, then what do I call what I do? There are aspects of channeling, there are aspects of remote viewing, and forecasting, and astral projection even. A better question really is how is it happening? I mulled over this question last night hoping once again to inspire a metaphorical response using imagery and scenario, as my dreams do. Based on some things Jim Mars said in an interview podcast with Linda Howe, I wondered if I am interacting with electromagnetic fields. Would that explain how I saw that storm that hit Spokane a couple years ago while I was camping. Something told me to take my caravan on a different route, I thought because it would be more fun than to go home to Portland the way we came (going west). Instead I turned south at the last minute, festered all night long because something had me on edge (to the point I spooked my younger sister and forced myself to hide the feeling so she would not erupt in an anxiety attack). I dreamed simply of a storm in the sky, heavy gray, rumbling clouds. I hoped to dream about my grandfather because the campground we stayed at was home of a great story my dad told me about. I never knew my grandfather so this was my greatest chance in a lifetime to catch a link to him.

Mechanized Youth

I'm telling you right now I have no idea what this next dream meant. Understand I dream every night, most are vivid enough for me to remember, only a few get recorded because some of them end up being so complicated with details I can't figure out how to even record it in words and sentences. Honestly, some of time its just so exhausting to spend time to record each one that I think on it instead throughout the days and hope it will become clearer. I see those more strange ones as being signals I'm not tuned to filtering yet. Like a station I just upgraded my equipment to receiving and its still coming through garbled. I haven't figured out how to clear up the signal. The themes and images will repeat themselves down the road when my antennae is more sensitive and tuned to reading those signals.

Dream Nov. 29/30th 2013

[Note: My son is named Link, and I have recently been playing Zelda Skyward Sword. We bought it a couple years ago and haven't dedicated the time to playing, my partner working 50-60 hr weeks, dealing with our toddler, house maintenance and chores, and writing occupy our time.]

(Out of order, an ending sequence) In this end scene I am pushing Link, my son, through a maze in a construction of a labrynth in Zelda. We pick up the last tear of the collection puzzle race, retrieve a new cat familiar [not sure where that element came from], and rush him into a microwave oven where his electronic player panel molded into his back can be registered to mark his completion. The results are printed out and I'm disappointed to learn that we took a 14 day hiatus. Other competitors finished the day of the initial race. We were way late. I explained to him that we wouldn't get any prizes or compensation because we had to pause our in-game play for too long while we tended to other matters. I had the memory download of when we started the game 14 days ago, but I guess I figured the in-game time was paused as well as our presence in the game. It had carried on ticking during that time away. I misunderstood the rules. We had a good shot at winning too if we were able to have carried on from the first day.

What were those other matters?

Scene change:  I'm with my family. We've received a letter from our dead grandmother. My dad calls someone at the listed location where she's having her wedding to explain that if this is indeed a wedding invitation then his mom has been forced into the engagement. She met this guy named Ted maybe 8 months ago. I'm skeptical of my dad's intentions. His dad, my grandfather, her husband, died years ago. I never knew him. Could he not believe that she was lonely and finally met someone who made her happy again? I argued with him in defense of my grandmother preparing for exactly what the letter says and that she is happy with him. Even if they don't last, she deserves my dad's support for her to make her own decisions and not assume she's being manipulated or blinded.

"Where's she having the wedding?"
"They're staying at her friend, Joss Whedon's, place for the wedding."
A confusing cross over of scenes erupts in my mind. "Wait, Grandma is friend's with Joss Whedon? I had a strange dream [dream within a dream] recently where I'm at Joss Whedon's place he's renovating, preparing for something. It's a cabin, but with three large connected rooms, and he's laying down fresh tile. How weird, right?"

[My partner informed me while I was telling his this dream today that he has a bizarre tie-in. Joss apparently filmed his next Shakespeare movie at his house. Two ideas I've been trying to work about dreaming are does information transmit between people with close relationship, and can information be easily received when enough collective thought and attention are devoted to it by others, unrelated to the channeler?

This may be building off a similar discovery I had yesterday while watching the first episode of the TV show Leverage. In the opening scene the lead character is sitting at a nice bar. I leap out of my seat in surprise and say "I know that bar, I've been looking for that bar! Where is that?" Leverage was filmed in my home town of Portland. I saw this bar in a particular dream that has lingered on my mind over the months because I was divided into two selves:  one bathed in light that enjoyed intimate time with my partner in a beautiful hotel room, the other was under a soul contract to terminate the lighted expression of me. I switched perspective between the two expressions of myself as my dark half carried out a surprise assault on my partner and I as we lay in bed. Read the whole story here.

"Is that a hotel bar?"
"Yeah I think so." Jim said.
"I've seen that place before. But I've never been there. And instead of the fireplace, that was the front entrance, though I knew it was oddly placed." In the dream context compared to the actual location's layout, when I ran from my dark self out of the hotel onto a cliff top viewing platform, I was running into the fireplace. I adventured down the cliff face dodging flash grenades she dropped at me from the hilltop. Perhaps I have been there before, I don't know.]

The final sequence I remember is being with an older woman dressed, like me, in elegant clothing and jewelry. We were queens. Our appearance reflected personal choices as if her own imagination produced the dress and styling she wore, as did my own for me. I appreciated the similar beauty she dressed herself in as my own, though I had figured her personality to hold no gentle compassion that her appearance before me expressed. It was a pleasant reminder of the complexity of the human soul.

There are large floating island-like ships in the sky. Our kingdoms? There is a sense of a drawn out war being the reality of this land, a war we both opposed and thought the wrong way to go about achieving the goal of the kingdom's we represented. We are on ground away from whatever elegance we may be from. We both come from a kind of poverty of spirit and have built our way up to be personalities of respect and representatives of the people.

A small ship drops down to release passengers. The ship is dark gray. Cyborg children are walking off. They were converted into these machinations against their will, because they had no where else to turn, they were picked up and used as soldiers by the machine race that we wage war against. I know if anyone else from my clan had been here to witness their release into the land, they would have killed them. But I couldn't bring myself to feeling they still contained the soul and body of the children our society failed. The machines recruit our outcasts and forgotten. I chase after them, asking them questions desperately to gain insight into the process.
One turns around and speaks with the same voice she had before the process. How much of who they are
really changed? Seems they were only given added programming, not wiped and made into automotons.
On each of them is a different part made of gold instead of the same dark gray material that covers the rest of their body. The gold highlights in my memory. What purpose does the gold play? They each show the gold or touch it favorably, like it was there prize for being converted, their incentive. They got to share in the wealth of the rich, but at a high price.
Finally I ask the most pressing question on my conscience:  "Did it hurt?" I say to the girl turning to follow down the path with her comrades.

A voice next to me answers "No. It didn't hurt." I look over into the face of a tiny infant still in its blanket, but fixed and weaved painfully into a pair of thin mechanical legs. The blanket had become fused to its skin as part of him, and his skin had a cold blue tint like death. The sight horrified me. I watched as they walked down the path, wondering where they were going, if they were even given instructions or just released as free agents until they were needed.

(Images were from Star Trek Voyager, the Borg race).

Both scenes showcased youth being pushed to fulfill obstacles and converted with technological alterations. Maybe a metaphor for how we abuse our children by encouraging a desire for material gain and to be above others or to long for the ease of living wealth and high status represents to those struggling to survive and find loving connection. The empty promises or failing promises that become lies. Our wealth, mine and the older woman's, was self-generated. We still related with those on Earth. I want to raise Link to create his own spiritual wealth, the confidence of knowing who he is and what he stands for, not to accumulate empty material gains.

Dialogue with Dream Programming

The mind is a receiver, tuning to a station is simply a matter of thought. Ideas, desires, emotions all have charge that attract information. Although I cannot anticipate what I will dream about or why ideas I had thought about recently formed the story of images they did to depict themselves, I have managed to have an increased awareness and bleed through of my waking personality and thought processes during dreaming. I'm able to question the choices of the dream's programming while in the dream as my avatar self.

Dream Night of Nov. 28/29th 2013

Alone in a house that is mine. A group that lives on the outside, moving town to town, is in my area. Their leader is a man I'm trying to avoid. He likes to torment me by invading my home, show little regard for its cleanliness, and indulge himself sexually in our tense attraction. I try to keep him out, not wanting to succumb to him. He comes in uninvited, using my place as a rest stop for his group.

Knowing came around that he was in the area again. I lock up my doors and windows and gates. As I'm setting the last gate, I see him through a crack in the wood panels. He pushes it open, and I relent. He knows I'm here now and I can't stop him from coming in. My effort to keep him out offended him. I was upfront explaining why I didn't want him here, that he disrespects my home, and tempts me away from my partner. "I love my family, I need to protect us." I say to him. He takes one look into my house and sees the baby gear everywhere. His mood changes. He becomes reserved and insists he'll leave us alone.

What a shock. That's unlike him. Why would he be so willing to ignore another chance to abuse his power over me? He leaves through the gate, showing me a glance of a beautiful dark-haired woman lain on a bed in a white dress in the initial throws of labor. I push the gate open with sparked interest. He has a pregnant woman in his band this time around, either one of his or someone he picked up. I walk directly to her with a strength of conviction. Someone in the group points me out to the leader. He looks up in surprise and displeasure. "Wait, no. What are you doing? I don't want your help." He says to me. I don't listen, I go to the woman who hasn't quite started the birthing process, but will soon. "She needs someone who knows about birth, which none of you do. I have the right setup for her with all the baby stuff already. There is no where better for her to be." I direct them to take her in.