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Post by halibutholysoap on Mar 1, 2015 12:24:47 GMT -5
Here we can put stuff we try with our dream pods!
Pod Themes: Games, Tractors, Spiders, Family Pod Prompts: dream on changes - things for our political leaders to dream - how they can change their minds - continuing the Soft Revolution - by dreams - drifting in dream rivers - landing in different shores - to be picked up and dreamt further on
Jane info at janerigler dot com Bjorn
Bill william dot rl dot dickie at gmail dot com
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Post by halibutholysoap on Mar 2, 2015 15:59:35 GMT -5
Jane: Last night I had really "fragmented dreams". I couldn't recall anything specific but the emotion attached to them upon waking was definitely "stress"! Billy exhalting your fragment, Jane! How is it to LOJ for stress fragments?
jane Thank you! It was almost funny when I tried to think of the first words that popped in my head: highjacked or kidnapped were the first words. So stress was attached I think LOJ is necessary. Just to accept whatever it is. I liked it when Ione said "dreams don't lie" [Billy "Adopduction"]
jane r I like that word! Billy, an early/first dream experiences or memories? I just asked my mother here in the hospital. She said she must have dreamt about what all children dream: about playing
Billy I could honestly not go back that far...except to the story I shared a while back that I had written a Dreams/Daydreams book for a 3rd grade assignment and been told that people don't rmemeber their dreams I know I had really cool material in there I do remember a character I used to draw as a kid...that came to me when we meditated on first drEAReam! Benji the Devil. He was very serene little devil with a paunch. He was very relaxed and likeable I made a series of comics about him Can't forget Benji. jane r Good ol' Benji!
Billy I just remembered a river or stream of some sort...fragment a play, near a river but child play
jane r She also spoke of stories she made up and an evil character who could stretch his arms around whole buildings and grab you! Another devilish character! But more sinister than your Benji My mom just explained that SHE was the character with the super power: long stretchy arms... And she used this power to save her friends from the bad guys. I had misunderstood, it before I asked if she got her story material for Her dreams and she said "probably" From her dreams
Billy My brother and I were in a roleplaying world, in a dream server, playing with some people we didn't know. We got kicked from the server and rejoined. I made two new characters. With the second, I was being kind of sloppy with balancing him, and making his Perception/Strength/Intelligence/Agility/etc balanced and work for his class. The only thing I really cared about for him was making sure he could equip Crystals (red) so I collected everything else quickly, wanting to play with the other three, but then carefully choosing the crystal.
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Post by halibutholysoap on Mar 2, 2015 16:18:29 GMT -5
Bjorn 2015-03-02 ========= THE HUGE VANILLA ICE CREAM AND THE PIRATE IN THE CORRIDOR An early remembered dream, the earliest probably. Dreamt when I was 3 or 4, in the little village called Borensberg, Sweden. Place where dreamt happened is at the little chain house me and my family was living in then. I am the youngest of three siblings. I have two older sisters. I think I might have gotten an own room by this time. I often woke up in the middle in the night to go up and pee, and I think I often wanted assistance, at least when I was 3 years. This could have been 1965 or 66 I dream I am waking up in the middle of the night. I need to pee. I go up in the darkness, search my way out from my room out in the corridor. It is not easy, I would prefer to have light on, but I cannot find the light switch. I sneak out in the corridor, and wants to go further down in the corridor to wake up my mother and father (or one of them) to have them follow me to the toilet. I then see something scary down in the corridors darkness, there is a little pirate standing there, he is not more tall than maybe 30 centimeters, doll sized. He is wearing an eye-patch and holds a sword. He is standing on a huge vanilla icecream piece that is so huge that it is blocking the corridor from wall to wall. I feel an urge to pass the icecream and the pirate but it scares me. It is cold, but I love vanilla icecream. It is like I want to eat, pass it, and then go to pee, with the assistance of my parents. I feel it is not possible. I do not have a solution to pass it - it might happened, that in my dream I was finally realizing I could go the other way direct to the toilet - alone - and probably this is what happened - - both in the dream - and in wake state - after I wake up. I guess I woke up straight after this dream - and “realized” it was possible to do. Maybe. I imaging this dream was under the influence of a pressure my parents was putting me to make this toilet visit on my own, and to not disturb my parents each night. Hmm… it was interesting to write this dream down. I have painted some sketches of it before, but I never wrote it down. Probably I have been telling it some times. The pirate is mysterious. He is not trying to attack me, but he is guarding the vanilla icecream. I have always considered this as a nightmare, but when writing it down now, and also trying to adapt LOJ, I found it rather amuzing. Also I find myself in a situation 50 years later where I will start to tell my parents about things what they shall do and don´t do, due to some illness of my father lately. I do not know it that is related in any way, but anyhow it is interesting to reflect on the responabilities of the parents and vice verse the childrens responsabilities to the parents later in life. Hmmm….. ? and suddenly I think the dream just carried a rather obvious, but by then, and afterwards a hidden message. Ahhh... I was maybe the pirate - to my parents!! I like this perspective - I must really have been a burden, waking up every night, waking them There was also a time perspective in the dream - that the icecream was melting away.... I did not like that... And the icecream was really impossible for me to pass by. it was so huge, got to be more huge the more near i got Interesting about the IT novel / related dream. I am still innthe vanilla icecream wonders of my earliest dream. What it meant, why it was there. The dream was very realistic and therefore maybe also was felt more scary than other dreams I must have had. There is something earlier that might partly be a dream. That is a dreamy image of me sitting in the back of the car, of the familys by then car SAAB 96, twostroke engined, family wagon. In the back of it my parents put the smallest kids and possible other siblings and friends. It must have been mid summer, we were heading way onto the beach in nearby region, maybe an hours drive or so. There was an intense sunshine, and I was so small I couldnt speak yet, but i remember as in a dream the sun shining in to the back window and how warm and nice everything was. I was closing my eyes. Maybe i fell asleep, and it drifted over to a dream, with same content. I remember this sometimes as a dream, sometimes as a wake state happening. I must have been 2 and a 1/2 year. I do now the beach place name where we were going at, and place. It is called Varamobadet, and is situated in a big lake in Sweden called Vättern, for me this lake felt like the sea.
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Post by halibutholysoap on Mar 2, 2015 16:26:33 GMT -5
Billy
I once drempt I was like a powerful giant (but normal sized) that could run extremely fast, faster than a plane or a car, zoom vision. I was carring this girl on my back. I could focus and sprint extremely fast, through forests, over ponds and lakes. I nearly flew over a trap of a bunch of tanks that tried firing at me..some organization was searching for us! The feeling of running though was so visceral. The wind through my hair, the feeling of my Will allowing me to run faster than the wind. I tried it out the next day, and I could replicate the feeling of utter concentration, having my body exceed what my mind thought it could do The freedom of running through the backcountry through forests and across frozen lake. An old man harbors us, and tries to cover for us. We're going to have dinner with him. Two investigator guys approach the house, and I leave out the back to mill around in the street and smoke a cigarette in the neighborhood, watching the house from afar. They let the agents in, and those agents begin to question the girl and the old man. I smoke my cigarette and try to look inconspicious. One of them shouts, "hey it's dinnertime!" And I fall for it, and look over. The man comes over and I ask how are you? But he says he knows it is me! I stub out my cigarette and begin resisting arrest. I out-wrestle the agent. He accolades me for besting him.
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Post by halibutholysoap on Mar 2, 2015 16:28:09 GMT -5
Jane This reminds me of a dream I had when I was about 9 years old. I could disappear. I was invisible, and could play silly jokes on the kids who we're mean to me I always really liked that dream! So remembered it Björn Had a similar dream, around the time of the movie The Invisible Man. Learnt that The Invisible Man was already from 1933. Somehow I placed it later. I know it was played on the swedish television when I was around 9-10 years old. I was often down at my grandfathers house in the summer nights (he went to bed early) and there was a series of horror-movies, Frankenstein, Godzilla and such, this was in the early seventies. Remember how scared I was to be there alone in the big house of my grandfather and then go back home alone over the not so huge yard in the total darkness, with bats flying over me... .and then be able to catch a good nights sleep. There was very tempting for me to watch these movies, but they also scared me. I think I had to turn off sometimes. Jane I just remembered a sound I made when I woke up in the middle of the night: mmmmmMMMMMMMMfffffaahhhhrgh. Bill I explain to some old acquaintences why their feast of human meat dishes makes me feel nauseous--it's because converting to vegetarianism lowers one's tolerance for meat. In the wastelands, the ability to imagine sets apart survivors' experience --the minutia of daily life in each wasteland settlement gives each a different social flavor... Jane 8:46! I still am not remembering much of any dreams, but this was the number/time in my dream that I woke up to. I think it was a morning time. As for the numbers: the were sort of floating, in a digital clock kind of way... Björn I had a dream too now just recently upon wake up, or just before. It was on music and sound, on acoustic and sound processings and it ended with a last minutes of movie with an uk symphony orchestra with tho solo violinists, women around 70 years that looked both like Margaret Thatcher in style, the footage in the movie was from the early eighties. The two solo violinsts stand together with the orchestra holding up their violins and there was standing ovations in the concert hall. Camera (which is also my view) is zooming out in a flying perspective over the orchestra with firts the soloists in focus. Then I had to go wake up! I will maybe write on this dream in the dreamblog. It was very sound-nerdy but the fun thing was that the sounds of the music in it, was very clear and as in wake state. I recorded this dream after wake up on the recorder app you hinted me about Billy. This one for Android. The funny thing about it was that it seems it has a buikt in gate (and limiter) effect as i was dreaming on abut in the first part of the dream, which i didnt write here above. This part is about a recording of my students which was made with guitar and voice, and we had different discussions on the recording, in different places. It seems we visited different places outside, and partly outside in buildings to discuss the acoustics and impression of a recording played in different places, and then also there was for fun this extra gating and limiting thrown in to see how everything was chopped up and made to a new rythmic composition sortof. Bill
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Post by halibutholysoap on Mar 2, 2015 17:20:07 GMT -5
Ooo the stars thing! That's right. I was filling up a tub when we were to do the star, I didn't go outside but I could see a very bright star, so I listened to the sound of the tub (pooooooooooooooouuull chunb chunb poooooooooouuuuuuull twi-twi pll-eeep tik-ki too-ki) Imagined the star was making that noise That night after the star, I made up a Sound (drinking) Game: Drinking in the Sound. It's played with a deck of cards. 2- boo 3-weeee 4-roar 5-JIVE 6-MIX (mix sounds you heard from others) 7-revvin' 8- sskk-ayyy-tuh 9- whine 10- pretend J- sound challenge (challenge s1 to make a sound) Q-Voice and emotion K-sing A- laughing circle Then I wrote, "FUCK YOU WERNER HERTZOG THESE SOUNDS ARE GIFTS TO ME, EVEN YOUR BOLDERDASH, WHY DON'T YOU PUSH A SHIP OVER A TALL MOUNTAIN!" Because I heard a quote by Hertzog that introspection and meditation was bad because the inner self was meant to be a mystery and not dragged into self-reflection. It bothered me because I really like Hertzog But I also really like to self-reflect and bring my unconscious self to the conscious Then I drew three faces: happy neutral sad, because Jung says that there may be opposites but the middle path is the one to choose because only gods are all good or all bad, humans are themselves as their power and drew kanye west because he acts very extreme like a god, and same with many celebrities "buffer of incredulity" Then the song "Too much rain is falling" by ella fitzgerald and the ink spots started playing in my memory "aaaand too much is fallllinnn in miiine"
Pauline talks to my great aunt Gina. They're talking about thow they both live on a first floor lean-to/motel and similar beds (futon?) I put Pauline and someone else to bed/sleep and tuck them into separate beds head to toe. I sing a little thing and shut out the lights to help them sleep.
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Post by halibutholysoap on Mar 2, 2015 17:42:35 GMT -5
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Post by halibutholysoap on Mar 22, 2015 15:30:14 GMT -5
God morgon!
Bill So last night I had a dream that my brother and I were in a roleplaying world, in a dream server, playing with some people we didn't know. We got kicked from the server and rejoined. I made two new characters. With the second, I was being kind of sloppy with balancing him, and making his Perception/Strength/Intelligence/Agility/etc balanced and work for his class. The only thing I really cared about for him was making sure he could equip Crystals (red) so I collected everything else quickly, wanting to play wit hthe other three, but the carefully choosing the crystal.
I drempt that my friend ben esposito (game designer) was explaining to a group of people about a game making tool he had made. I didn't understand what he was saying about it. Then I think we play together in a game that sort of resembles a museum. Stairs lead up and down to different levels/exhibits and we collect rings by running up walls...my brother woke me up moaning and when he woke up he told me, 'mom is there but it isn't really her and she has a chainsaw. I have these glasses called nightmare glasses but when I put them on it's the same! I felt something was luring me to its nest.' He asked me to sound out the moan as I had heard it. I did and told him of the exercise of listeninf to a sound you wsnt to make upon waking and he moaned to himself. *shudder*
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Post by halibutholysoap on Mar 22, 2015 15:41:20 GMT -5
Mar 7 - Bill Last night Bjorn you and I were catching a flight to Troy, and had a reluctant pilot who was nervous about taking off on such a tiny runway. We watch a plane narrowly lift out over another plane and have to agree. Meanwhile Jack Nicolson looks on while two movie execs unwrap a script about a guy who sells and takes amphetamines and asks me to do the main part. Nicolson walks off and I look after him, wishing he didn't see that. I can't tell where we wait. But the place has different themed booths like a cineplex expo center. Mar 7 Bill 1- The cheetah walked with its cage legs. The horses were in a forest trundling to the edge of a grassy outcropping 2- I jump off a rock wall into a field full of peoplw and land then fall to my knees then flop down like a worm and start rolling eveywhere. Everyone in the field is laughing rxtns: "First of all Billy, I love your drawings. There's so much depth and humor and playfulness."-jane "Laughing comment on the last dream sketch!" - Bjorn
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Post by halibutholysoap on Mar 22, 2015 15:49:10 GMT -5
Mar 12 - JaneA spider was my ally. I was at a house, when I've never been in before. It had an open summary feel to it. I came across a large spider, one I've never seen before. At first I was scared and surprised but I didn't want to hurt it. It was quite stunning: it had a very large almost cartoonish, bulbous, dark tan (almost brown), very shiny body with black dots and spindly legs. It seemed to talk to me telepathically but I can't remember what we talked about. I wish I could because it feels like it was important. Like it had some kind of important message for me. The feeling I came away with was that it was my ally. When I try to find online a picture of my spider, it's impossible. They are all super scary looking! This one was shiny, not hairy (at least not the main body) and was quite pretty. All my imagination I guess. rxn - Bjorn "You should tell this dream to Ximena. She did a inclusive "spider performance piece" at the DL Art/Science conference at Troy in 2013."
Bill "I once dreampt that these different rubber-but-real snakes were in this bar I was working at. The snakes talked to me too. One was hiding under a rug on a grating, warming up from heat below."Björn Mar 13Wow, have been reading on the spiders from yiur scanned book sides Billy! Amazing! A lot of images comes by. One is me walking between a foggy wood early early in the woods, having to duck and take reroutes to go through an invisible web. This is both a living memory and dream from not that far away, round 10 years ago. I made an electronic piece of this feeling. I can post it later.... have to localize it just. The funny thing is that this image, dream and memory is connected with Deep Listening and Pauline Oliveros and co. soundcloud.com/miulew/regretnon-invisible-web regretNON [invisible web] even though I didn´t have dream (recently anyway and as i recall) on spiders. I remember though I was very scared of spiders until I was 19 years. in fact it was my military services - i spent several weeks in the woods in tents and such. was not very rational to have this fear - i always was found of beatle bugs and other insects that were not biting. - even ants, as long as they werent in my pants (ha-ha) .- - - but spiders was something other - unrational fear. so during the year of my military service (beginning of the eighties I overcame the fear - more or less instantly - it was just a changed pattern of my thinkings. I never liked when people kill spiders. There is a saying (maybe it is global) but it might be just swedish (?) , (!!)that when you kill a spider there will be rain. (!!) rxn- Bill "And the water's gettin high! Spider in my Room - audio " Thinking about the spider from outer space who lives beneath the small town of Derry Maine, feeding off of the misery of stifled imagination but healthy fear.Jane Mar 13I love your piece Björn! What great sounds! And the "spider in my room" song is fun. Thanks for sharing. I'll have to think about connections but I've been pondering a lot about the language connection. I am indeed grateful my spider is nice. I'm actually fearful of spiders. Not arachnophobic but I have been bitten badly enough to have a deep respect for them. Fortunately no really bad bites. I have more of a fear for scorpions and snakes! I've dreamt of them too, but not lately. I'm also interested in the concept of "changing mind patterns", that Björn mentions. I think this way of dreaming and talking is the foundation for that. Seeing the spider not only as my ally but also a part of me, of who I am. And relate those ancient viewpoints about the spider, as a connector, an inventor of language, as a weaver of truths, then perhaps there's a little of all of that in each of us? I was able to make a few connections with spiders. I hope you don't mind this long text. First I recalled one time in Brooklyn I did a "house clearing" ceremony for a friend's apartment. Afterwords I gave a small house concert for her and a few of her friends. We were all sitting on the floor- me in front of them. In the middle of the concert, walking between me and the audience was a lovely black spider. My friend was totally convinced that the house clearing ceremony and the music brought the spider out to join us. I also remembered a dream I had once that is still extraordinarily clear in my mind because it was so vivid and real. I was in a monastery sleeping overnight in a small town in Italy (this is actually the real part!). I was presenting a concert the following afternoon. That night I dreamt that my skin was transforming into underwater sea creatures. It was the strangest feeling to look at my skin and see it transforming from an irritation, to redness, to flakiness, to a coral reef, sea anemones, star fish, all growing on me... I was becoming them and they were becoming me. It was happening on my legs and arms everywhere. When I woke up in the morning I immediately checked to make sure my arms and legs were really still okay. But then I realized that something wasn't quite right with my face. I got up and immediately went to the bathroom to check in the mirror and there it was: my eye was enormous, completely deformed! I think perhaps a bug, or a spider, bit me in the night and this is what I ended up dreaming about. I can still see the brilliant colors of my sea-skin in my mind-- the multitude of textures that my skin was becoming in my dream...
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Post by halibutholysoap on Mar 22, 2015 16:01:54 GMT -5
March 10 - JaneSo even though they were only fragments (or it seems that way), I decided that I would take whatever feelings or images that come to my mind and bring them to the forefront and come up with one word that would be my "theme" for the day. So today it's "the Dharma wheel". There are many versions of it. This one might be close to the image in my mind/imagination/memory (which I wonder if that's all the same?) rxn: Björn- "Will go to sleep with it in my mind, plus some vaguely thinkings/images of a better world that recycles to the utmost. I will write some more on these thoughta I have soon! Recyclyng theme was inspired a bit by the Dharma wheel, but also from some local farmers here that wants to do small scale local ecological farming."
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Post by halibutholysoap on Mar 22, 2015 16:06:12 GMT -5
Bill Mar 22 At the big meeting. Two women from DL tell us that after the previous meeting they went to a cave maintained only for women. The keepers showed them a ballotworthy sound, that still echoes in their minds. I believe one of them is Jane. I go up to talk to her after the meeting. We go around the knoll, and sit on a tractor. We're driving it back and forth, bumping it into something perhaps a fallen tree. She has had a miscarried child, I know this somehow. There is silence filled by my thoughts about saying something to Jane about how I've decided to keep silent and listen. I end up stuttering it out, "I'm doing well on my DL exercise to not always talk, (to wait for others to say something more...)" Jane quickly responds, "No! I like hearing what you have to say. I think you may be my best friend here." I become overwhelmed by grateful and fond feelings and imagine throwing my arms around her neck in a big hug, my eyes closed and head nestled sideways atop the shoulder. I felt shy and kind of reluctant to share this dream, which I had on the 16th, even though I woke up feeling belonging.
Björn Mar 22 It was about my father and mother. He was among other things driving a car in heavy slow city traffic against the direction but managed in a strange way to turn the car 180 degrees to still keep going forward. My mother was at front passenger seat, and myself in the backseat, sitting there fascinated about how my father transformed and managed to take us throuh the traffic. Then we came home at their home. My father was getting younger and more alert. He was partly naked and excused himself because he wanted to be alone with my mother and walked into a small room in the middle of the stairways. Or it was near to be up at second floor, but like a hidden room just possible to enter with some athletic moves. (which was of no problem for my transformed father getting more athletic and young)
The heavy traffic was in Stockholm (but partly aswell in Manila) and it was another time. We were after the driving opposite the traffic flow stopping in some city quartiers and looking and discussing the actual part of Stockholm. My mother, me and my father discussed about the streets and how different things were "now", but this now was not easy to understand. The parts in Stockholm is called Vasastan, in the near of Odenplan and some backstreets in the nearness there.
When my father was doing the impressive slowly 180 degrees turnaround in the middle of the multi lane slow traffic we were heading for a bend between Norrlandsgatan and Kungsgatan (which is traditionally a bottleneck place in the traffic near Stureplan). Neither me or my mother was afraid of being passenger in this situation. We were more just watching the smooth impossible navigational skills my father was showing up.
Jane Mar 22 Though the other night my ex husband showed up as a crazy character, very strange person. The most striking aspect of that particular dream was the color of it. It was all in a very dark bluish color like watching a movie that was all in a dark blue tinge.
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