23-06-2015, 05:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 23-06-2015, 05:28 PM by Michael Barwell.)
There's a dream choreography 'track' I've had played to me twice now, 2nd time was this morning. It was one of a couple, which merged, but the 2nd of them was almost exactly a repetition of the first time, approx. 1yr ago.
It started, c.2hrs after going to sleep as usual, with me & a friend, one of us was moving home and the other helping, packing. Moved to a beach, or at least sand, with alot of pens scattered around, me picking them up, but it turned-out later that many of them were broken. It moved straight to a vessel - ship, crab fishing boat, big one, all scenes were below decks - the system dosn't seem to 'do' big spaces, as I've mentioned before (the day after I first mentioned that, c.1year ago, I was played a track which did it's best to emulate a big space, strawberry-picking in a rolling desert, of all things, but the strawbs are a part of the Zersetzung gig; the space sim was as per old pc games, a trick of the eye effect, the rolls of the dunes shortened the view to the horizon). So there are several rooms that I/we walked thru' on this vessel, people milling about. (These 'dreams' are always remembered as being 'bitty'). There's a half-cooked crab that was still alive, presumably they'd like that to be me; I felt really sorry for the thing. There was a nice looking lass who was friendly - the usual play on 'escape to victory'; this is the only element that wasn't there the first time, I assume as they're ditching the no-choice-force element and appealing to persuasion (couldn't help but notice the BBC txt article today, 23June'15, about French bilingual students being unhappy with an exam they'd just sat, as they hadn't known the English word "coping"). The crabs were spiney, so in my fingers I somehow got as per wooden spelks/splinters - in detail of course, as I'm pulling them out; not painful, but naturally unpleasant. The carapaces of the crabs, when cooked, had the property of being 'sprung', so that they could be lifted and when prodded, they'd 'spring' half closed on the opposite side. This was much played upon, presumably as per traps. The environment was clam and warm, so not the Bering Straits-type theme (like the tv series Deadliest Catch).
As usual, there was the heavy-footed walk-by as I came out/was brought out, of the sleep paralysis type 'floating lead' as I call it, 'cos 'you' feel heavy, but oddly floaty too. My cat was on the pillow next to me, heavy/sleepy/difficult to rouse fully, as I've seen many times before, but not for a long time.
All very 'messageful', as usual.
I get this stuff at least every other day, all of it bullshit.
It started, c.2hrs after going to sleep as usual, with me & a friend, one of us was moving home and the other helping, packing. Moved to a beach, or at least sand, with alot of pens scattered around, me picking them up, but it turned-out later that many of them were broken. It moved straight to a vessel - ship, crab fishing boat, big one, all scenes were below decks - the system dosn't seem to 'do' big spaces, as I've mentioned before (the day after I first mentioned that, c.1year ago, I was played a track which did it's best to emulate a big space, strawberry-picking in a rolling desert, of all things, but the strawbs are a part of the Zersetzung gig; the space sim was as per old pc games, a trick of the eye effect, the rolls of the dunes shortened the view to the horizon). So there are several rooms that I/we walked thru' on this vessel, people milling about. (These 'dreams' are always remembered as being 'bitty'). There's a half-cooked crab that was still alive, presumably they'd like that to be me; I felt really sorry for the thing. There was a nice looking lass who was friendly - the usual play on 'escape to victory'; this is the only element that wasn't there the first time, I assume as they're ditching the no-choice-force element and appealing to persuasion (couldn't help but notice the BBC txt article today, 23June'15, about French bilingual students being unhappy with an exam they'd just sat, as they hadn't known the English word "coping"). The crabs were spiney, so in my fingers I somehow got as per wooden spelks/splinters - in detail of course, as I'm pulling them out; not painful, but naturally unpleasant. The carapaces of the crabs, when cooked, had the property of being 'sprung', so that they could be lifted and when prodded, they'd 'spring' half closed on the opposite side. This was much played upon, presumably as per traps. The environment was clam and warm, so not the Bering Straits-type theme (like the tv series Deadliest Catch).
As usual, there was the heavy-footed walk-by as I came out/was brought out, of the sleep paralysis type 'floating lead' as I call it, 'cos 'you' feel heavy, but oddly floaty too. My cat was on the pillow next to me, heavy/sleepy/difficult to rouse fully, as I've seen many times before, but not for a long time.
All very 'messageful', as usual.
I get this stuff at least every other day, all of it bullshit.
Martin Luther King - "Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere."
Albert Camus - "The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion".
Douglas MacArthur — "Whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword obviously never encountered automatic weapons."
Albert Camus - "Nothing is more despicable than respect based on fear."
Albert Camus - "The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion".
Douglas MacArthur — "Whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword obviously never encountered automatic weapons."
Albert Camus - "Nothing is more despicable than respect based on fear."