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Radiation treatment and dreams of multiple dimensions

Wow, this radiation is good stuff. I just woke from a very long dream sequence where I was in three and then four dimensions, all at one time. It was similar to what happened to Picard in the last episode of STNG. In my case I was trying to help the people in the third dimension, who I originally thought may have had an earthquake, but as I later found out, they were in some sort of battle or war. As Spock would say, fascinating.

“You died in a hotel in 1984”

I’m laying in bed in my apartment, and there’s a knock at the front door. It’s dark, so as I walk to the front door to see who’s there, I see white light coming in from all sides around the door. “Must be one heck of a light out there,” I think. I open the door, and my wife (who I’m separated from) is standing there, and this white glow is all around her.

I don’t even get a chance to think or say hello, and she says, “You died in a hotel in 1984. Everything since then has been a dream.”

With this, I instantly wake up in my bed. My body is shaking like crazy, but I jump up, look back and think, “I am NOT getting back into that bed tonight.”

As I walk around the apartment debating about whether I should try to sleep on the floor or just go into work at four o’clock in the morning, I remember ... I did spend a lot of time in a hotel in 1984.

Another dream where I am running on all fours

Had another dream this morning that I was running on all fours. Rather than ask myself, “Why in the world am I doing this?”, I now just accept that I’m a dog (or a cat, or some other animal) in the dream. That helps me go along with whatever is happening in the dream, rather than fight it and wake up.

(Notes from a dream on June 28, 2016)

Dream of a woman talking about Thich Nhat Hanh

Every once in a while I have a dream where someone is speaking in a language I don’t understand. This morning a woman said something that sounded like, “Yada yada yada Thich Nhat Hanh yada yada.”

I replied, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re saying, but I think I heard ‘Thich Nhat Hanh’ in there.”

She got excited and seemed to repeat the same phrase faster, “Yada yada yada Thich Nhat Hanh yada yada!”

Being clever, I decided to speak very slowly: “I .. don’t .. know .. what .. you’re .. saying, but it sounds like it might be in French.”

Her: “Français?! Oui. Yada yada yada Thich Nhat Hanh yada yada!”

Unfortunately I then had the familiar feeling that I was about to be pulled away from the scene. She had been speaking with her hands a lot, so I held her hands with mine and said, “Something is wrong with my body, I have to go now. Come back again and we’ll try to figure this out,” and with a little “whoosh” I woke up in bed.

(A Facebook post from June 13, 2016.)

I was having a metaphor in a dream

I was having a metaphor in a dream this morning and I had to stop it and say, “Really? Aren’t we past this point by now? Pfft.”

(A note from June 1, 2014)

The case of the cursing woman

“Goddamnit!”

Every so often a woman in a lucid dream this morning yelled out like that, so after the fourth or fifth time I had to ask her about it. “Why do you keep saying that?,” I asked.

“Gets your attention, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“There you have it.”

“There I have what?”

Uninvited playing in a multi-level lucid dream

Had a fun multi-level Inception-like lucid dream last night. In two dream levels I saw the time was 11:40. When I woke up (for real) and went in the other room and looked at the clock, it was indeed 11:40pm.

In the last level, Uninvited was playing, until I walked around, following the music, found a radio, and turned it off.

May 3, 2103

“Please comply”

Last night I was chasing people who were putting bombs in buildings and flying shape-shifters (who I would later realize were on my side). When I started to catch up to them I’d find myself yelling, “please comply.” I give a “thumbs up” for the action/adventure part of the dream, but the writing and line delivery were just horrible.

Why do I keep misplacing things?

“I don’t understand, why do I keep losing things?”

“This is a dream,” Bec said. “Things have a way of coming and going.”

“Oh yeah, right, right,” I said, gently poking the chair next to me like Monk. “It always seems so real.”

“Do you need to get some sleep?”

“No, I’m good now. I just got lost in it for a moment. Let’s do something.”

“Like what?”

And thus the adventure began ...

(A little story based on a dream from March 12, 2015.)

Seeing a therapist

I’ve been seeing a therapist for the last several years. With all that I’ve been going through, it’s been nice to have someone to talk to.

When I got to her office last night there was nobody else there, so we just sat in the lobby and started talking. But after a while some other people came in, so we had to move.

When we got up to move I used telekinesis to move some of the chairs and our things. “How .. how .. how are you doing that?,” she stammered.

“Well, I guess I think about the objects, and then I kind of create my own gravity, or maybe something like a tractor beam, and well, then I move them.” Nobody had ever asked me that before, so my answer wasn’t very well thought out.

Anyway, she said I’m doing fine, but she took a couple of pills herself.

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