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Dream Blog PostsA physicist claims to have come up with the first successful use of quantum theory to explain features of consciousness in research hailed as a landmark in efforts to bring mathematics to bear on the mysteries of the human mind.
A quantum theory of dreams? - Telegraph
T. Sena, blogger and writer for www.BinnallofAmerica.com had a dream about Stargates the other night…
Stargates Dream via her blog yufology.blogspot.com
JOURNAL: DREAMS: I actually had some. Rare.
via Clint’s blog
Aquapocalypse Dream 070719
Last night / this morning I dreamed of a nuclear apocalypse. Not a global nuclear exchange but rather, an accident with a single nuclear missile whose warhead is eroded by acid until it explodes. In this dream I see the tip of a nuclear bomb submerged in a vat of acid and it’s nose cone is slowly eaten away by the acid. I don’t think this could actually cause a nuclear missile to explode but that’s how it works in the dream. And somehow it’s “my” / “our” fault in the dream. And we are trying to gather a few friends to escape the city before all hell breaks loose!
There was much more to the dream but that was the basic theme. There was also a scene where I and a friend became trapped in an incredibly small elevator - like the size of a highschool locker. The elevator malfunctioned and seemed to plummet to a sub-basement. We had to pry the doors open and I recall the person / child I was with reading the tiny serial numbers on the inside of the door, stating that she could recite these numbers to the automated system and get us out. It worked - sortof.
- sMiles
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You'll hear Guest Adam Gorightly as well as calls from Mack White and Greg Bishop.
We talked about Consciousness, Psychedelics, UFOs and Contactees like Philip K. Dick, Robert Anton Wilson and John C. Lilly. Gorightly talked about his three books: Shadow Over Santa Susanna, The Prankster and the Conspiracy as well as his most recent tome, The Beast of Adam Gorightly - Collected Rantings '92 to '04.
Gorightly also educated us about another connection for explaining the name of our show … The Blue Rose Report. Seems there is a Contactee saucer cult leader, the Rev. Bob Short who founded The Blue Rose Ministry and ministered for years out at the Giant Rock, Joshua Tree, Landers, California vortex with some of the original 50s / 60s Contactees.
Abducted by my Higher Self? Thanksgiving 1994
Well, life has conspired to keep me from recording any recent dreams. So here is a flashback from a rather memorable UFO Dream of mine circa Thanksgiving eleven years ago.
Abducted by my Higher Self?
by SMiles
11/24/94 - Last night I dreamed of UFOs and I was abducted while sleeping in my dad's office within his new home, following Thanksgiving festivities. Sleeping in the bed at my feet was one of four household felines. This one's name… is E.T.
The dream began in the wooded Texas hill country. I remember flying with someone above, in, out, and through the dense oaks in the afternoon. Once twilight passes the night descends upon a picturesque vista. I sense a house behind me in the dense woods. In front and to the right of me is the drive way canopied by the thick oaks. To my left is a clearing, on the edge of a descent from the hill on which I stand.
Through the clearing in the trees the grand Texas hills are eerily illuminated by a dense fog which reflects a bright moon. The fog extends even to our drive way.
Present also are a seven-year-old girl and an authoritative man. We are waiting for the helicopter.
Prismatic paranormal lightning tears away the veil of reality, setting the mood on edge as I realize it is
connected to this female child. I scale a nearby sloping oak to my left to gain a new perspective on the scene. Once in the tree I consider the danger of such a move but throw aside all fear by rationalizing it as
paranormal lightning and thus probably given to different tendencies.
Then I see it. A UFO approaches from across the hills in the distance. Its neon lights shine brilliant pinks and blues, grandly advertising its presence. It is upon us within the wink of a thought. It emerges through the same fog bank which engulfs the drive way, while another identical ship surges quickly up the drive and out of its misty shadows.
The gut feeling that I should NOT stick around overtakes me and I turn to run the short distance to the front door. As I turn, I witness thirty to fifty Japanimated gnomes pouring from around the left side of
the house. They are about a foot tall, round-ball-bodied, and helmet garbed. I continue running for the door, thinking I will simply leap over them and through the door and lock it behind me. As I leap over
them and toward the door I feel myself begin to soar slowly upward. I suddenly remember flying earlier that evening, but I quickly understand that I am not in control and am being pulled backward and upward. I then know I am about to be abducted. The top of the country home and the hills beyond are all that are within my view. Aliens below and spacecraft behind! Then the sensation of an air elemental's arms coming from behind me, under my arm pits and over my head and face. Then black.
Just black… but then darkness fuzzes into focus, giving the feeling of a fisheye perspective while I sense I am on my back. The only light is from a dim source directly above. Could it be the sun? Could it be a lamp? Yes. Both. Either. The only differentiation between light and dark is the impression of three to four humanoid silhouettes. Obelisks. Standing stones in a ritual/sacred circle. Shadows. Then gone.
A complex laboratory filled with commotion. All is in miniature and, viewed from my perspective, only inches away from my face, yet I am not present in so much as I can FEEL every minute vibration
occurring within this room. There are small rubber conveyer-belts winding intricately throughout. They carry laboratory objects, test tubes, vials, rulers, pens, etc.
Close up of an object undergoing scrutiny by a Frankensteinian electricity-focusing contraption beaming its energy-thought not, in this case, visibly. I sense it. I can feel everything within this space. I perceive all tactile sensation as vibration. I am not so much frightened as worried. It doesn't hurt, it kind of tickles, but I am definitely wary of proceeding with these unusual sensations. I awake.
I leave the bed with difficulty because of the cat, E. T. I wander into the alien restroom of my dad's new home. Being at least minimally conscious I distinctly feel I could lie back down and reenter that dream. Or I can shelve it and start a new one.
As my head hits the pillow I think it would be nice to allow for a more pleasant dream. I am rewarded with the companionship of a beautiful acquaintance whom I have not seen in a long while. In RealTime she has, coincidentally, seen a UFO.
What do you think? I told this to one of my roommates and he suggested I could interpret it as an abduction by my Higher Self. It could be viewed that way and still be written off as a dream. Nothing
seemed that alien save for the actual flying saucer UFO spacecraft (which looked quite similar to the armada in Coneheads the movie). So even they weren’t that alien.
* = www.ThatNotSoFreshFeeling.com
Oneironaut ELFIS DreamTime Logos
So … here I go again, trying to start a continuous dream journal.
I've never had much luck recording my dreams for more than a few times
a week and usually for no longer than a month. But what the heck! I've
had some recent success posting recent dreams here over here at
DreamViews dot com. So perhaps I can use this new momentum to start the
dream journal over again. I've been intending to post and record audio
narratives of current and past dreams from my little hand-written dream
journal (that hasn't been updated in years) for my Dream Podcast that I
started a few months ago. I'll post links to that podcast here and of
course you can always find links to past podcasts at my many different
websitese; Oneironauts dot com, Elfis dot net, SMiles Lewis dot com
etc. Please feel free to email me mp3 audio recordings of your own
dreams for the podcast if you'd like to submit them.
I'm also going to repost here some of the dreamtime postings from
my old zine E.L.F. INFESTED SPACES - Journal of Possible Paradigms. I
used to collect the strange, anomalous, UFO dreams of my own and others
who submitted them to the magazine.
When people ask me why I am so obsessed with these Anomalous Subject
areas I usually reply that's because of my early life ability at
significant dream recall. Dreams have always felt important to me.
Dreams represent our individual (and collective) experiencing of the
paranormal on a daily, or rather nightly, basis.
The earliest dream I've been able to recall is from around 3rd
grade. I remember the house I was living in and have estimated that I
was still in about 3rd grade, elementary school. That seems awfully
late to remember my first dream - I know lots of people who can
remember dreams from a lot younger. Perhaps I do recall some earlier
night terror type dreams — I do recall being frightened in bed at
night back when I was young enough to have those roll bars on the sides
of the bed so I'd not fall out. I remember falling dreams associated
with those first few falls out of the bed. I recall the terrifying
sounds of what I perceived to be approaching dinosaurs footfalls that
were apparently me hearing my own blood pulsing in my ears against the
bedsheets.
But the first real dream that I can recall is a recurring nightmare
I had in early to mid elementary school days. In those dreams I would
find myself deep inside a crystalin cavern, rough rocks with
stalactites on one side and a smooth pane of glass or crystal on the
other side, beyond which I could see an elegant sci-fi crystallin
cityscape, to which I could find no access. I don't recall ever seeing
any activity in the city but I do remember the lonely longing I had to
be on the other side of that glass within the crystal city.
I suppose this could be an early age metaphor for my feelings of
being an outcast always on the periphery of the social cliques
associated with growing up in public schools.
These dreams recurred for a time but I eventually stopped having
them, perhaps because I became more accustomed to thriving on the
fringes of social cliques rather than becoming a full member of any one
clique.
More soon.
SMiles
www.Oneironauts.com
* = modena.intergate.ca/personal/alahoy/
Flashback October 26th, 2005:
It happened again this morning; I awoke from a dream crying. In a nut-shell, this dream revolved around two neighboring spaces, one
like a walkin freezer at the 7-11 (with big glass doors behind which
drinks and foodstuffs might normally be stored and behind those racks
one might walk around inside) only the big glass doors were both doors
and windows through which I could see a variety of men and women who
were clones of other people in the dream.
The other space was equally “sealed off” from the outside but in a much
more cage-like fashion with wooden / bamboo beams instead of
'hermeticly sealed' freezer doors.
During the dream, people from inside the freezer space would emerge and
walk around acting mostly human and like their “original” doubles (as
if they were MIB dopplegangers or something).
At several points during the dream, people would enter either of these
two spaces and re-emerge aged or younger than they were when they went
in. This caused me to suggest in the dream that these spaces (devices?)
were in fact time machines but of a variety I'd not considered before.
At some point the folks inside the non-freezer space seemed to be
building something wooden — an ARK! It took me a little while but I
did realize in the dream that this was indeed an Ark they were
building.
There was of course much more to this dream but towards the end, I
found myself peering into the freezer space and seeing the people (and
now animals and foodstuffs) molding inside.
That is when I began to cry in the dream… and awoke with tears in my eyes.
Really not sure what to make of all this. I can ascribe some meaning to
a few of the elements but … I guess I'm going through more internal
emotions than I realize in my waking state.
SMiles
