One of the areas in the south region was a place I had never heard of and it is difficult to remember, but looking at a map one area of notable similarity is Baja de Manzanillo ("Peninsula/Lowland of the Little Apples/Olive Trees"?),
I was on the edge of the dream state. Just before waking I was looking at what apparently was Central America around the Panama area (or it was the border of a Central American country. Assuming it was along the panama canal, just below toward the Pacific side I saw a circle. And following that toward the Atlantic side I saw a smaller circle. Back toward the Pacific but on the opposite side of the canal and further upward from Panama I saw another larger circle. These all seemed to me to indicate some notable earthquakes happening in the future.
One of the areas in the south region was a place I had never heard of and it is difficult to remember, but looking at a map one area of notable similarity is Baja de Manzanillo ("Peninsula/Lowland of the Little Apples/Olive Trees"?),
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Spies Like Us, The Assignment, Another TornadoHere I am, standing on the sidewalk on a hot afternoon, and wouldn't you know: Dan Akroyd and Chevy Chase pass by. They happen to be on their next adventure/ madcaper so they decide to commandeer a bus driving by. I try to follow them but don't make it in time. I certainly don't want to be left out so I get in my car and follow the bus. Having apparently arrived at the right destination, it should be noted that the tone has changed to a slightly more serious one. In addition, Dan Akroyd and Chevy Chase are no longer their true selves, but rather some actual agents of sabotage of some kind. I believe the first attempt at whatever was in the works ended in failure. Now, this time we are at essentially a fortified multi-level parking lot. Really, it is near in similarity to a modern airport. What we are trying to get into here though has a perimeter around it with a heavy steel gate. As I stumble into the scene a guard notices me. I decided I was left with the only option of breaking his neck! I lay the body on the sidewalk with legs crossed and head slumped to make it looked like he was taking a nap. Apparently there is something that must be extracted from a pool of water in a square concrete container that is exposed outdoors. Radioactive material? Special dolphins? An ancient sea creature? I inform one of the others of what happened with the guard and he is now sure that we will get caught. The person with the escape truck radios to leave now. Unable to make it from the guarded concrete enclosure I attempt to fly away. Now it's nightfall. There are giant concrete walls toward the back of the place with barbed wire along the top. I give up my attempt, but then I try a second time, deciding that I was not focusing hard enough. I make it over the walls safely and far away enough to avoid further detection. The next thing I know I am sitting in a classroom. Most of the other class members have all completed their assignment for the other night. I, on the other hand, forgot (perhaps it was because I was out involving myself in capers and spy activities instead). The teacher, who was a short brunette male with an unconventional style, decided to go down the rows to see how our projects went. Nervously, I try to think of some kind of excuse, so when he gets to me I end up sharing a long and bumbling answer about "well this lead to this", and "such and such happened", but "basically I forgot....and oh, by the way what was the assignment anyway?". Disappointed, the he explains: "well your assignment was simple. You were to go outside and observe a squirrel, just like this one, and then get back to us with the results." As he sits petting the squirrel I feel somewhat guilty, but at the same time annoyed that I messed up such a simple assingment. The next thing I remember is walking alongside a stretch of highway on I-30 just north of 635 in Dallas. Observing the only thing that seemed to be highway and grass on each side, I thought to myself "I wonder why they never developed this particular area of the highway with anything". At that moment I heard, as if over a non-existent radio, that Texas experienced it's largest tornado ever. The Kidnapping Ring and the Small House with Many Rooms6/8/2012
I find myself scoping out an older apartment complex, something you would find in just about any city that was once nice and became a questionable place to live. I'm standing in the hallway trying to assess the situation. I believe the house next door is a kidnapping or child abduction ring. The next thing I know a black gentleman is returning home, so I nonchalantly pretend to be entering the apartment to the left of the one in quesiton. Unfortunately, the unit appears to be his. He, rather pissed off, follows me down the hall yelling at me, asking if I wanted to get shot. I want to tell him that I am trying to break up whatever dubious thing is occurring next door but I don't know if he is involved or not and appears to be a rather violent person so I leave. Now I arrive at a rather cheap mobile home with my brother. I enter inside the building. Tired for some reason, we both decide to lay down and fall asleep on the floor in the living room or lobby area. Just as soon we are informed that we have separate rooms waiting for us. So we walk down the hall and surprisingly the hall leads into another hall and then a stairway. The stairway we walk up leads into an entire wing of hallways and many rooms, such as in a hostel or hotel, and there are several other wings. My brother chose a room for himself. I keep wondering through the place, not quite sure wear to go and also intending to explore the place further. At one point an older Asian woman comes out of the door. She is half dressed and appears to be getting ready for sleep or to shower, I'm not for certain. Finally I settle on a room, still trying to figure out the architecture of the place and why I am even there. Hidden Steps, a poem
As I write down these words they may come off as solemn vows. Words are neutral but inside each one there is life. The IllusionLast night I had a lucid dream. Suddenly I realized that I was completely aware, not only of the dreaming state, but of the ability to navigate the dream world, sort of like while astral traveling. What's more, everything was a dream illusion, and hoping that it would not disappear or that I would drift into sleep, I remained steadfast. The dream space was not under my entire control. I could only traverse through it. I found myself in Cancun, taking in the physicality of the beaches and water like a dessert. The Dog UprisingI flew away from Cancun and the next place I found myself in was at the edge of a backyard fence line in Anywhere, USA. It's a bit of an older neighborhood - the fence is starting to look jagged - and it's distinctly dark outside. I next heard a lot of ferocious barking in the street. Looking through the cracks in the fence, I see some dogs circling a young boy who is fleeingfor his life. I jump the fence into the backyard, but soon am confronted by a large dog charging me at full bore. It's black and brown, like a Rottweiler. As I jump up on the fence a Doberman Pincher joins the other one and is jumping up trying to nip at my feet. I decide that I need to make a run for the house in order to find a weapon to fend off the bloodthirsty hounds. I get to a room which apparently is my own, in search of a rifle which I can not find. The closet is too messy! After what seems like forever, I finally find a .22 rifle and make my way back outside. The dogs again charge, and instead of shooting one I climbed into a tree. The three led me up to the 2nd floor, onto a balcony. What I discovered on the 2nd floor were 2 dogs that my mom owned that were not only tied up, but restrained, seemingly for "their own good". There was one medium sized dog that was a short haired mutt with long ears. It managed to work its way onto the top of the fence below the balcony and was pacing. It was all a coordinated effort to try to free two of their fellow dogs. I was confronted with the choice now to shoot the animals with the rifle or free the two dogs who had every appearance of wanting to be set free. A Hypnagogic Graph and visiting L.A.Before falling all the way to leep last night, I fell emerged deeply enough into unconsciousness to begin spontaneously playing in the realm of dream. Occasionally I will employ grids, overlays, and other visual accompaniments when trying to access - or fill - data through the psyche. In this particular state, I saw a graph of four bars. Three had almost ran out and one was remaining. The sentiment was that this was the remaining time for the United States until a collapse of some sort happened, perhaps being the final nail in the economic coffin. On the night before, I had a dream that I was in Los Angeles, CA. I was an observer looking in above the city. I remember thinking, or being told, that if, or when, a tsunami hits, there will not be enough time for most people to reach safety because of traffic, as it 2 hours just to get to the other side of the city. I know nothing about evacuation routes in that area of the country. One can imagine the amount of traffic if the whole of the population tried to exit at once. We know that a major earthquake happening is inevitable in the future, but are we prepared for it or a possible tsunami that results? I have a feeling that it could be sooner than later. Unfortunately, we don't exactly plan for long term futures. |
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