I Dream of Daisy - The Calico Cat

I dreamed of Daisy but in a different way, as the set for this dream, that appeared to be in a neighborhood, based in the Mountains just outside of town.

First you see, her when she is being brought to another house towards the end of the block right at the beginning of a mountain trail that traveled downward. 

She is being relocated, to a new house and really, to be taken care of someone else. This person that is to take care of her also has a cat, so the caretaker takes sometime to introduce Daisy to this other cat, slowly but surely.

The factor, in any meeting of two pets is this introductionary process, is taken carefully as there is a tendency for the two to be agressive, as any two pets that have not met previously by instinct since trouble as opposed to care is a constant. The story goes on to speak on what might of been or could of been but far as it goes,the dream seems to end when you awake. To go beyond that though most dreams go beyond sleep and become a storyline, which really this entry is becoming. As a starting point and as a launching pad to bigger and better things. In line with the Paws Not Claws Project, and in line with the increased understanding of dreams and pets.

Dreaming With A Twist of Lime

What a dream last night as I find myself on a backpacking trek along which I find myself traveling through some familiar places and familiar scenes, previous to the earlier entries here at dream sessions.

First part of the dream I walk to an old employer, a telephone center, one of the numerous customer service places that receive so many calls in a day that it is amazing. While I was there answered phones and data entry via codes, the name of the company escapes me for the moment. Though I did see some familiar faces and found myself asking if I still worked here for some reason. The one person I remembered tells me "Take Over 20.." a terminal two down from the one I used to work at, so I begin to check out the terminal but moments later they started setting up for a presentation of some sort. I figured that was my clue to get out of there after I looked around briefly and so I did.

Afterward I find myself carrying a backpack that someone held a case of like 24 bottles of water for some reason, with at least four statuettes that had values from 300 to 700 dollars each at market value. For some reason while I was walking I had eaten a sticky chocolate so I could not speak clearly and I was barely walking, as a result of the weight in the backpack. My walk was very different, and slow going. So much in fact, to the untrained eye it seemed I was mobility impaired and with my inability to talk well, it was similar to the way a Austrian conversation may go. Not to dissimilar to the way the California Governor, Arnold Schwarzenegger spoke before he learned to speak english well, no offense intended just an observation. As proof positive some person remarked, "Hurry up, your slowing people down..." referencing my speed of travel. I responded with my tripped out accent, "You don't like how I walk, to damn bad this is how I am like it or not!" The point was made so there was no further exchange between him and I.

As I continued my walk at that snail pace, I found myself headed towards another familiar place, one that has been mentioned in previous posts at the dream sessions and my main site raymondmarr.com, of the neighborhood. This time though it was different, in the sense the same neighborhood, in this dream had been blocked up and taped with red tape. As it was an area controlled by the bloods, a faction of a larger gang localised in this specific area. The same area, where three became one, and I was nearly killed and nearly escaped. Here I was again, in the same general location, where such things had occured before. I don't know why though I stepped up and climbed over the fence into that neighborhood, thinking it would lead me where I expected to go the same destination as before. As an addition to that, a large three story victorian home, that was mentioned in a previous news storie or something I don't remember the exact origination but I know it did seem similar, as if I had seen it somewhere before.

Once over the fence, I took a look around, took the backpack off my back to relocate a particular statuette valued at something in the area of seven hundred dollars, and somehow the guy on the other side picked up on the value and was going to try and take it from me. This first person I saw then asked me "Where you from?" Since I was still not real easy to understand I replied, "Was headed to Kamann, I usually go this way..." and continued by saying, "Just trying to make that money when he asked about the statuette. Fortunately for me one of his homies from across the road stopped the exchange of further words and the attempt at grabbing it by the first person I talked with. Clearly believing there life was worth a color, dressed down to the nines in reds and shades of the same color, men and boys, who were willing to die for a color.

They were not all bad, as one of them was cool enough to make it clear to his homies, "I'll take care of it." Once stated they pulled back and went about their way. After that was all said and done he said a few things to me, warnings that I have heard before about the gang ideals. Such as saying "Don't look me straight in the eyes because it is like a challenge..." I understood and he continued by saying, "Come over here hang out with me for a minute." So I did keeping the eyes averted by looking the other way and just talking. It was interesting that I was able to see the back of my shirt, it was red also in some kind of design, the details were not really that clear at least to me in that moment. Still speaking in that odd accent as a result of that chocolate, he only listened until some of his homies came back, apparently he had given them some kind of signal to have me get up and be on my way directing me towards another road to the left of the block and then just keep heading left through what appeared to be a party. Supposedly there was a road, like Kelly Road or something that was that way.

So I followed the directions and walked through the party, stopping only briefly a few times. until I reached what appeared to be a central location where there was a older couple sitting and telling stories while drinking about diverse subjects so I stopped and listened. It was at this moment I see another familiar face, the one of my little brother Paul who is at this party for some reason. While he is having a drink, he starts coughing, as he appears to be choking, not to odd until the solution to the choking is shared with me visually. Two random people from the party once they notice he is choking put a cup to his mouth with no bottom on it and brings out a second cup with what appears to be carbonated water and they hit the bottom of the second cup and the carbonated concoction goes right into my brothers throat, and he is fine after that, though clearly a bit more drunk then it would be expected, he stumbles off after the performance and seems fine after a long burp. When I asked them what they did, they tried to explain it to me, but the odd thing is even though they were talking to me what they were saying was completely incoherent, and the only thing I heard clearly was the story the older couple were telling, as if to say the story is more important then what had occured there. To add to the oddness, after the fact I realized I was wearing no shoes, and really your guess is as good as mine. Because at that point, I awoke, wanting to write this down. It seemed like I felt it important enough to awake and to write even if my eyes did not agree and still felt tired.

Interconnected Two Dream - v1 and v2

Two dreams both very brief by the time frame of the subconscious, truly it is not so fast but it seems to the dreamer that it is a very fast moment. I had two dreams, connected in one way or the other.

In the first stage of my dream, I find myself in the military just recently enlisted, filling out paperwork in the barracks with my shoes off and on the floor for some reason. Later I go out for a walk, and find something, a sticky ball of some sort that ends up being some kind of potent drug. Later that same evening, while I was resting, the leader of a local drug cartel arrives at the barracks and begins to mess with me, but I don't just take it I fight back, maybe not as effective as it should be yet it was consistent enough to make a difference. Even while sleeping I was still fighting, it was like I just kept hitting this person, this being in my dream, a leader of a drug cartel.

There is no definite finale, only a dream that seems incomplete. In that I close this session perhaps though it will be continued in later posts at Dream Sessions. So keep checking back or subscribe to the feed.

Two Sessions - One Story

Two Dreams, and one story, an experience to have an exploration of what is or is not. The first dream stopped before there was to be a battle. Why chose this I don't know, but perhaps it was for the better as often a battle can throw off the rest of the dream.

The second dream, though is one I can recall better, as it took place in the garage, when Lizz asked if she could help clean it out, as apparently she was getting her own place and was going to use some of the old furniture in her new place. Supposedly she was in a relationship that had become serious enough to warrant moving in together. I responded "Sure could always use some cleaning out." I left her to it and took a walk.

What was odd on my way back I was overcome with a deep weariness, so much so I had to stop and lay down to rest, for awhile. I have no idea how long it was, as there was no indication of the time I just laid there. When I finally awoke, and continued the walk back to the garage, I was surprised to see the difference from when I left until this moment when I got back. There seemed to be a clear emptiness, as I look around the space, in the sense that most of what was once familiar was no longer in this room that was different, for the better perhaps but different. I also noticed though on the left wall there was a set of three monitors with a larger screen in the center with an abstract image showing as the screen saver that synced over the many systems in this new space, even with the two on the sides being turned off.

I then walked over to the right of this new space that seemed so unfamiliar, there were two other computers turned on and operational. Where I noticed Lizz was chatting it up with some sort of chat client and of course talking dirty or something. I just looked over to her after sitting down and said, "I know you tend to cheat." she responded "Yeah just keep it between us." That was pretty much the extent of dialog between us. And really that was also the of this dream session. Stay tuned for some new shit, coming soon. :)

Poison & Release

A dream that intrigued me where there is a poison that is found, from some sort of beast. that is located roaming a church, where for some reason the Pastor becomes poisoned and is lost from that point. The poison enabling a sort of mind control of the victim. Why after being attacked the pastor disappears or leaves the building. The strange thing it starts in this particular church, at this particular moment in my life, where there seems to be much extra baggage that I must let go of.

There is really not many explanations of the descriptions of either the beast or the pastor, but I figure it is simply because they had no particular role in this dream besides the beast and the pastor leaving the building. Shortly thereafter, I find some pipes that have some sort of magical ability and I was aware of it, as if I was meant to know. Since I was aware I was able to create what appeared to be a seat of some sort, like th back of a horse which I rode like it was just that, considering these were just pipes, not sure what they represented. After I am riding the pipes a church member shows up, an elderly lady, and I ask her "Where can I find a saddle (for my pipe horse)? There was a moment of silence as she pointed me in the direction of the room behind the pulpit, usually where the Priest comes out in traditional services. There on the corner was a great looking saddle placed on the ground in a corner. Seemed a find saddle, leather and solid with everything already setup similarly shown in the Complete Horse Riding Manual. So I thanked her and she faded out. Once I put the saddle on the piped horse and rode around the church multiple times for some reason. Shortly afterward I headed to the exit and had to duck as this piped horse was tall and so am I and it was necessary to exit a six foot doorway to get out. Once outside I realized I had only brought one bag, I had left the rest of my baggage somewhere else inside the church. It was like the excessive baggage in my life was left there in a place I was not, at least that is how I interpreted it.

So we were on our way, not exactly sure where to go or why to go there at all, at this point in the outside world, the pipes had become a full out horse, with long brown hair, similar to a Clydesdale distinctly female, definitely feminine. As we rode together, I saw a cafe and figured would stop there, as I looked for a place to tie up the horse I realized, once I was off the horse, looking for a place to tie her up so I could go inside, this horse became a beautiful girl, quite stunningly attired in sort of a school girl uniform and she offered to buy me a coffee there, at the shop. For some reason though we ended up crawling through a low lying bush. Since it was so low we had to crawl to get through. During this time as we progressed beneath this plant, her skirt became hiked up, at which point I saw she was wearing nothing beneath it. I smiled and said something to the effect "I like it that way.." and smacked her bare bottom once and continued by saying "I rather she is a clydesdale, when in horse form." she only smiled warmly in response.

Eventually we escaped the low lying bush and she fixed her skirt and we walked hand in hand into the cafe. It was at this point I awoke and so I wonder what was to happen next, well stay tuned for the next dream session will hopefully shed some light on the story or continue it at a later time.

What do dreams Mean?

When I considered this recent addition to the mix, to the process of understanding dreams I find it interesting that the 12p news actually had a story on it. And I realized that I had stumbled onto a subject that has great depth. The process of understanding dreams, as it shows in previous posts, is simply, to take the time to consciously decide, you want to remember that dream, to awake in the morning and before you are fully awake you take the time to either transcribe it or write down keywords or if you are able to write down the whole dream.

The benefit of using keywords make it easier to recall the content, and to format the story itself when you write it out later on that day. It is not to say that it is necessary to build it up, but at the very least, by expanding it you can gain a better full understanding of what is offered.

The power of dreams should never be underestimated and to grasp them and understand them, is a big step in the right direction. My objective with dreamsessions is exactly that and continues to be from this point onward, so take a look at some of the earlier entries, and explore the wonders of dreams.

A Battle in a New Arena

A battle, in a very different arena with warriors never thought, how much sense it would of made sense to ally up when in war with others. If for the better or the worst it would make no difference, as it was made clear in this event, this particular dream session, had a set of characters I would of never thought of before. To start Knight Rider & KITT from the original series, who in the start of this dream I am traveling with,  to the scene of this epic battle. A battle with a highly aware enemy, a true challenger and adversary. Along with a secret weapon, a weapon so refined it hit on a key weakness in Michael, of a beautiful and willing woman, which as you will see later was not the best option.

First stop is a cafe of some sort along the route to the stand off, the battle to be, without the awareness as of yet of this secret weapon that may just be the end of what was once a warrior. A key to a weakness in Michael, a key to what could be the end, but it shall be seen later what the story ends up becoming. Even with the High Technology, integrated into KITT and the knowledge of previous battles, this battle could be the end. The final stand, against a powerful enemy through a harsh war, one which could slow the destruction that was sure to follow if it was not delayed.

As our last effort force, consisted of myself, Michael & KITT and one other, each brought their own abilities to improve the overall attack strength of the collective group. And the ability to attack the enemies weaknesses, just as his intelligence of us enabled him to setup his own counter attacks. Just as we used our intelligence to hit him at his weakest points as yet another counter. Although it may not seem to be much of force, it was a force based on intelligence and the counters to his strengths being the exact reason this group was chosen.

As I said before, though this particular enemy had his own secret weapon, a drug addicted but an intoxicatingly beautiful girl whose only purpose was to attend to Michael and relieve the threat he may of otherwise presented. She was striking, blond hair, blue eyes and wonderfully shaped and in all the right proportions. A beautiful girl as a weapons to deter one aspect of an already small force. Similar to a seal team to attend to the primary objectives of search and destroy, swiftly and efficently. Even with his secret weapon, the one upperhand we had, was the fact that KITT as a car had many specific capabilities, such as voice recognition that only allows authorized users to open or close any doors along with most other features so necessary to improve security and safety. As a unit KITT also offered, additional weapons and resources available in the moment in an on demand interface prepared for usage. Increasing the effective offensive by at least three fold or more, becoming more like a larger force then literally.

Two formidable forces coming together on one particular battlefield, seems like a movie doesn't it? Well not a movie but a journey into the unconscious mind, via the wonders of the bridge to the subconscious. Quite simply by taking the time, to write it down when you awake in the morning or at the very least transcribe it for later composition. However you approach it the first step is to write it down, as the first thing you do when you awake in the morning before anything else. Easier said then done of course, just start doing and keep doing, in that consistency a habit will be formed. A good habit, it surely is, to start is the key. Taking the first step easier then you might think. Just get started when you awake tomorrow, can you do? Back to the subject matter, a battleground that was the enemy's fortification, a direct confrontation and assault on the leader of a global crime family. To take out the lead, in hopes of breaking the base, that an organization is built on. Once the base fails the hope is so shall the rest of the structure. In that lessen the strength, thereby enabling a much easier destruction of the pillars that may still stand.

So it begins, though specific details escape me at the moment, the only two I seem to recall at the time of this writing was the fact that after arrival, the first thing that takes place is the secret weapon is deployed, once she catches Michaels eye, after he had broke through the initial entry precautions, the siren began her song, and slowly Michael became, entranced by it and followed as a dog to a bone, right into her lair, the bedroom, where she would finish him off in there through her feminine abilities. Not to mention her properly assisted assets, where she would use her diverse skills to unravel his mind and destroy him. In it's effectiveness, Michael was done for from the first note he heard her sing. The last thing we knew, had told the car to check his vitals, he was nearly dead at that point and so it went down she had utterly destroyed him in simple notes. The strange thing was at this point, suddenely there was like a flash to the other of the party under the water doing something, hoping for a stealthy entry point or something. Not to mention at this same point a young girl came out of the home and we had the car take her home and return.

Afterwards our target came out of the building and demanded that I open the door to the car, I would not do it even though just a short time earlier I had already issued the command, but would not do it again. So instead, he goes back inside and comes back out with something that looks like a drill on tracks, a strange vehicle for this particular moment, but then again this was all in a dream, a dream is limitless by any other standard, so logic plays no part of this process at all, it is in that infinite potential, that much is possiblie even if it does not make that much sense. Back to the story, after he brings out this strange machine, he goes back inside and comes back out with large soft tires and drives off. It made no sense to, that he is supposed to be the enemy and yet we as the remaining group was letting him go.

Shortly after he leaves in his odd vehicle, out comes the secret weapon, the same person who killed Michael, speaking now that she wanted to help and to prove she was willing to help for some reason she causes an internal collapse of a cavern as proof of her interest.

It really made no sense, and though the story seems to be starting it was at this same time that I awoke from the nights rest, so in that it will be revised in the not to distant future, stay tuned ...