Writing A Song With "Stone Sour" And Translating Egyptian Hieroglyphs

I had a dream that the band "Stone Sour" were performing one of their new songs on stage

Then after they played their new song, they performed a one-off collaboration song I had written for them

I'm not sure what the song was for, whether it was written for a movie soundtrack or something similar, but it as definitely one of my songs, I could sense it while they were playing it

It sounded awesome with Corey Taylor singing it

It was definitely one of my songs, but it was written very definitively for Corey Taylor's vocals

I was able to remember the structure of the song when I woke up well enough that so that I can actually record it someday in the future, for real

In another dream I was translating Egyptian Hieroglyphs. Almost like I was being tested on what they mean

I have a working knowledge of hieroglyph relation structure, so I was able to recognise this one particular glyph consciously and remember it. Though the form(s) of certain parts of the glyph was slightly different to that we find in Egypt

It had reference to a "book" in this particular glyph and to my knowledge there is no such known hieroglyph depicting a modern book

The relation of the book in this hieroglyph was not in the "open book" state, but half the book (right-hand side) was tipped up, like it was being closed from the back indicating a book given or supplied

The glyph translated to "A book relating to that which is above, given to those which are below". But the glyph was done in such a way that it didn't have any distinction of origin or possessive other than book itself being given

Meaning it could either be written with 4 sets of left-facing open arms, or 6. Depending on the context of how the texts were/are perceived

Whether or not those who read it perceived (believed) it to be truth, or whether they merely appreciated and considered the possibility of truth within it

Though it could very well be used as a (hiero)glyph for the Bible, the way it was given/taught/shown/understood by me, it could be the algorithmic standard for any written text/book viewed by one person, written by another

As imagination qualifies as/to belief when defining the book/text in glyph

Snakes, Worms And Frogs (Bitten On The Face)

I'm at my Girraween friends house and he's packing up his house getting ready to go away. It feels like some sort of seasonal thing, like he's putting things in storage but he'll be back soon

I'm wondering how I'll be able to access my guitar amp while he's gone, because it's going into storage with everything else. I'm hoping he will give me a key, but I cunt think he's going to. I convince myself it will be OK, because I'll be able to ask him Mum to let me in to get my amp when I need it

A massive snake slithers through the middle of the dirt yard. Someone say a it's a brown snake, but it's huge like a python. I hear the words "reticulated python"

After this I notice that there are heaps more snakes coming out of the woodwork

Then I notice worms on the surface of the dirt wiggling around

Then I notice frogs hopping by

I say to my friend "Snakes, Worms and Frogs are all freaking out. I reckon they can sense something. Like a earthquake is coming"

Then I'm driving a woman home in her car

She is driving at first, before she parks it in Coconut Grove, crashing into a big group of snakes

Big enough to cover the bonnet

There is one massive bloated and dead snake that the car has ran over the top of

She reverses the car and all the snakes fall off the bonnet

I start driving the car into the city

Along the way, I pull into a place where you can clean cars

There are backpackers hanging around. I'm looking for a tap to clean off the underside of the car, because I get the feeling there are still snakes underneath

I turn the car upside down and discover a snake underneath, just as I suspected

I throw it away and it comes straight back

I throw it away a second time and it comes straight back

The third time I try throw it away it bites me several times down my right hand side

Then bites me on the right side of my face and doesn't let go

I peel its head off my face with both hands so that I manage to hold It's jaws open

I ask the people watching me, freaking out, to get me a pair of scissors

I'm going to cut its head in half, right through the middle of It's jaw. Cut the top part of its head from its bottom

I decided years ago I wouldn't kill any more snakes as I regret killing the ones I have in the past that didn't need to die

But this one bit me on face after I tried to get rid of it more than a few times, so I'll make an exception. This one needs to die

Blue Light Beings And Super-Human Abilities

I had a very powerful dream with blue light beings in it. This one was very clear and included me talking directly to a blue electrical entity that looked like lightning spreading across the night sky

I can't/won't go into detail about this one, but I believe it had/has correlations to the next dream

The next dream I am protecting a woman named Bianca that is running away from a group of men from a Government agency

I have super-human abilities that allow us to evade them, escape and keep her protected

Though I seem reluctant to use them

This almost feels like a TV series with the amount of depth in the story. What I witnessed would be at least 2 seasons worth of TV. It was incredibly detailed

I am reluctant to hurt anyone or use my powers, even though I am literally capable of doing just about anything

I can fold space and time in order to move through it in such a way that I can lift myself into the air, appearing to fly

And when I fold space and time I can either do it harmlessly to that which is contained within it, such as with how I lift my body and fly through it, or I can do it destructively, so that it actually ruptures time and space and cause heat, fire, explosions, etc. I can do this without moving

For instance a car is chasing us and I put my hand out the window and cause a explosion beneath the ground that explodes the road upwards under the car that is following us, disabling it

I can influence peoples minds to point where security that is actively searching for us (during a heist where we are stealing something from them) walks straight past us like we are invisible

At one stage in the dream while I am not with her, the girl Bianca is kidnapped and taken into custody by a Government agency

I find out she's been taken and I am furiously angry

Also surprised they would be so stupid as to touch her

I am going to look for her and a girl named Julia tells me to wait for a moment and makes a phone call and tells the person on the phone her friend needs help to find someone

"It's the Assistant District Attorney" she says to me and puts me on the phone to her

"I'm looking for my friend Bianca (can't remember the last name), she's been taken by a Government Agency and I need to know where they are holding her"

She looks on the computer and answers "Pierce (airbase), First, Room 2"

I thank her and assure her I didn't get the location from her and apologise for the mess I'll make. Telling her I'll try not to hurt anyone that doesn't deserve it

She warms me that it heavily guarded and I won't get in. I tell her it won't matter, I can get in anywhere I want. She seems to understand and know who (or at least what) I am

I get Julia to check the address for Pierce airbase on the internet, so I know where I'm going

Then, I'm so angry that she's been taken I destructively told time and space to instantly arrive at my destination, but I do it in such a way that it burns a red-hot path, like a molten crater, through everything I pass through to get there

The world around me morphs so that I'm instantly at my location, but a massive glowing hot plasma-like trail of destruction lies in my wake

I burn through the ground, buildings and anything else between me and the girl, that gets in my way

Once I arrive at the airbase, I pass through walls and buildings in all directions, looking for where she is being hidden, without moving, as if in doing the same thing as moving through time and space, but without moving, just looking. The world breaks down into what looks like a transparent 3D model of itself, that I can move through to look what within anything I want

I find her in a room and I slowly and purposely burn a path through all the reinforced stone walls, instantly melting them like they aren't even there

When I find the girl, for some reason she has changed into the girl Julia that helped give me directions. I am conscious of this in my dream, that she had/has changed into someone else, but I help her anyway

Another woman appears and tells me that she's been raped while in custody

"By whom?" I ask and she answers "By whose, not whoms"

I am now even more furious. To the point of being dangerous to everyone

I break into room after room of women who all seem to be held captive in the facility. All of which are being abused/assaulted in the same way

One of them is hysterical when I break in through the wall of her room, but she immediately calms when I look her in the eyes and assure her I'm there to help

I somehow teleport them all clear of the facility using my mind. But I'm very careful and gentle with them, to ensure they aren't hurt in the process. I am conscious of the fact they can't move through time and space like I did before, it has to be done undestructively to not hurt them

Then I look deeper into the facility I'm in. It's some sort of Government facility, where they hold prisoners without charge, similar to a "terrorist camp", where they think they can do whatever they want to the people being held there indefinitely, because nobody knows they are there

The men are a private security company and it appears like they have made a section called "Section 5" full of the most attractive women, to abuse/assault

The facility is hidden underground in some type of stone mountain

I start killing everyone there. Horribly

It doesn't matter who they are or what they do there. Whether they are one of the guilty group of security guards, administration, military, civilian, man or women. I kill every single person I can find in the facility

I kill them all as horrible and painfully as I can

I burn through walls and collapse sections of the facility on top of people, watching them getting slowly crushed to death

I kill them all. Every single one

Then a while afterwards (next season of the TV series) I am sore, spent and appear to have temporarily exhausted my powers and lost them

It goes into much more detail here, that I won't go into. But my powers appear to only be gone for a short period of time

Something it feels I have to expect, from having melted the entire insides of a mountain to collapse in on itself and kill all those,living inside of it, while I'm inside watching it happen, unharmed

A Massive Squid/Octopus

I am introducing a friend of mine Tim to others, like the announcer on a game show, who is supposed to figure out some type of riddle or problem

It becomes obvious to me that he's not going to work it out, so I decide to fix it for him

There is a massive squid or octopus that is so big/massive/huge that it is literally dragging a resort filled with people on its back

It is trying to get through into a body of water, but there are poles on either side of the causeway preventing it from getting through, with the world full of people is is carrying on its back

The riddle/puzzle has something to do with helping the squid/Octopus enter

I realise I can remove the poles temporarily to let it through and then put it back once it's through

I barely get half of one side of the poles down before the squid/octopus pushes its way through, taking me along with it (underneath it)

I free myself from underneath and gently guide it into the waters

It feels like it urgently needed to get into these waters or there was a problem

The waters are a beautiful fluorescent type of green/blue

I am amazed at how beautiful the waters are

As is disappears into the water I see a couple in the waters

A woman and her partner

I'm not sure who the man is and I don't really care, but I feel like I know the woman and I'm not at all happy to see her

I get a overwhelmingly unhappy and angry feeling like "What is she doing here? She's not supposed to be here"

It feels like nobody is meant to be in this water, surely not her and especially not whoever the man is she has with her

This woman keeps turning up in my dreams/visions and things of the sort

I don't know who she is, but I'm starting to honestly feel hatred towards her because I can't get rid of her and she is always places she shouldn't be

She is like some type of unwelcome pest

Not evil, because she doesn't even seem to be real

She feels like some type of imitation that is placed intentionally to annoy, by something using her intentionally to annoy

The last thing that is interesting to me about letting this massive squid/octopus carrying a world of people on its back, into a luminous pool of water, is that it feels like all of it combined ....

Is an eye

Party And Celestial Event

I'm at a party being hosted by a combination of my friends (depending at what stage of the dream it is/it changes) and I go collect my friend Dave to bring him to the party

They have no beer left already and they are waiting on more to arrive

Someone brings out a big bottle of spirites so I manage to get us a couple of drinks

I find us a juice-box to mix and we both get too much alcohol from the bottle poured into our drinks, leaving only a little room for mixing juice

Then I'm on a very futuristic small plane that seems more like a personal car, than a plane

It seems really easy to pilot/fly

The man gives me his business card and I see he is not only a pilot but gives lessons

I ask the man if he gives lessons, because I've anyways wanted to learn to fly a plane and when I do, the card magically and mysteriously changes to not include lessons

Typical. Always happens to me. If I decide I want to do something, it suddenly becomes impossible. As if something in this world wants to give the appearance of having offered me opportunities, I'm never really offered. Or at least that's the way it feels

We are taking off and landing around Darwin in this small car-sized plane, which seems like some sort of taxi, because now I've taken the plane, with the man flying it, to pick up my friends Dave, Niall and someone else

While we are flying Niall takes the control "tablet" out of the planes dashboard and starts aligning it with the "sky-eye" which is some sort of navigation focus point on the top of the plane, looking up, that focuses the stars right in close in clusters, using some type of new/unknown magnification

It's beautiful

I look through it, as if I'm the pilot, trying to find the alignment Niall is asking the pilot to fly us to

I see a bright focus point that looks like a star amongst the cluster

"A celestial event" I think to myself

It's beautiful

The focus on this thing doesn't just pull the stars in close together in the sky, it arranges them in beautiful concentrated patterns

Men Protesting A Girls Soccer Match

A group of Arabic-looking men are protesting a girls Soccer match

It appears to be turning violent as they surround them, trying to barricade them and remove some of the women

I watch for a moment, letting the security try handle it, until it feels like it's necessary to intervene

I walk up to to the line of men surrounding them, trapping the women in a huddle

I punch the first man very precisely in the face to knock him out

Then calmly and methodically walk up to to the second man

I pull him backwards over my outstretched leg to knock him off his feet to the ground, then give him one well placed punch to the face to knock him out as well, like the first man

I walk over a 3rd man, punch him in the face and knock him out as well, moving along the line

I'm not sure how many men I knock. It's at least 3, when I get to the last man who is massive

He is way bigger than me in both size and height

I walk towards him calmly thinking "this man is a monster. I hope I knock him out cleanly first hit"

But when I get to the man, I realise that he's on my side. He is actually coming over to congratulate me on what I did to the group of men

"You're on my side? Thank God for that" I said joking with him about the fact I don't have to knock him out as well

"Is there any left?" I ask him

He points to a bearded man standing nearby to us, guarding the group of women, holding a shiny and very sharp-looking battle axe

I start to walk over to the man when a women comes up to me and kisses me on the cheek saying thank you

I acknowledge her, but also push past her to approach the man with the axe

He gets his guard up as I approach, so I put my hands up in front of me and say "I just want to ask you a question", trying to get as close to him as I can while I do

He asks what the question is and I ask him "Did it hurt when they cut the shaft of your penis off?"

Before the can register the question properly, I lunge forward and grab the axe-handle with my left hand while punching him in the face with the right hand

It was another measured punch, weighted perfectly in order to put him down, without doing him and real harm

But this time, when the man falls him knees, I hold him there momentarily by our shared grip on the axe and punch him a second time in the face

The second punch is different to all other men because this punch I hit him as hard as I can, with the intention of hurting him badly

More than just knock him out, I'm trying to really hurt this man

I leave him in a heap on the ground and walk off to find one of his friend to give the axe to

I see a group of men sitting on the ground, some of which I think I just knocked out, or are friends with those I knocked out

I have to find someone to give this axe to. I don't want it, but I feel it was probably a good idea to take it from the man. So that if by some miracle he woke up, he didn't have it

"You friends with the man I just put in a coma?" I ask someone, but no-one wants to admit to knowing him

I start speaking to the man in another language that it feels like they all should know

But none of them seem to understand

I speak more in that language, this time directing it at a particular man in the group of men sitting on the ground

"I don't speak Greek" the man says to me

"It's Phoenician" I reply, correcting him

So I speak to them clearly in English: "If any of you protest something like this again, I'll come again and this time I'll (actually) be angry. I'll break something you won't be able to fix ... and I'm not talking bone or flesh"

Rice-Mottled Parrot Dream from 27th July 2019

Copy/Pasted from post made 27th July 2019

I just had the most amazing and vivid remote-viewing dream walking around in a Arab/Asain city. I was a woman. One I know personally by name in this world

I got a sense of exactly where I am, but I can't be sure because the internet seems to show a different place

There were children playing and laughing pools of water in the stone and concrete roads

I walked through some dark alleyways with low roofs, incense and people everywhere

There was a big parrot with mottled feathers inside something you could put your hands in full of rice. You scoop some rice on a wooden ladle into the mound in the middle that the parrot was climbing on. I scooped some and the parrot started eating off the ladle while I was doing it, even though I'm sure it didn't need to eat

I turned and a Thai looking monk looked looked at me for a second as I passed him

I stopped to pick up a incense stick and a young British man tried making conversation about me getting the last incense stick, that was obvious he just wanted to talk to me. I politely ignored him

The architecture was amazing. Like none I've ever seen before

I was trying to work out where I was, without looking at any signs. Usually when I look at signs of try work out geographically where I am, it puts me out of sync with the person I'm viewing .......

And this place was too beautiful! I didn't wanna leave yet. I actually fell out-of-sync with them for a minute and it was like part of me wanted to cry. I wanna go back!

Then I was back :-) looking at amazing buildings and trees that towered over the street in a small square They were MASSIVE. And the architecture was like NOTHING I've seen in this world, it was beautiful and old. The stone-work on the massive archway and things was some of the best I'd ever seen. Very old, but better than anything you'd find anywhere on Earth today

Women wearing a very odd modern-looking type of niqāb or burqa that I haven't seen here. Looked like a cross between a burqa and a microfiber mosquito net

They spoke about me in some another language I don't speak, but I could understand exactly what the judgemental women were saying even though I didn't speak their language. They were basically calling me "a foreigner"

I saw a black Islamic flag. Hanging off a little boys bike. He looked at me, but I was more interested in the flag and the fact I could use it to try work out where I was when I woke up

I walked past him along a bridge and a man smacked me on the arse with something as I walked past. I turned to see who it was as I kept walking but it could have been one of a group of men, which I think is the point of why he did it

"Creep" I thought. Immediately thinking of the fact they wouldn't get away with that back home. But I wasn't terribly bothered by it, more felt sad for him for a second, then ignored him/forgot about him and kept walking

The road came to a end in what looked like very foreboding freshly made volcanic Earth. "Fuck that!" I thought and turned around

As I was walking I heard someone male and dominant wastalking in my head, very distinctly and clearly "You understand who the fuck I am now? I've made it through where light can't travel. Where no-one else has been. Where everyone else is too afraid to go. Don't ....... Fuck ....... With ....... Me"

I ended up at a small building near sunset that looked like it had the word "Myanmar" written on it in graffiti, though this place looked nothing like pictures of Myanmar I looked at on the internet afterwards

She/I ran up/climbed this small buildings 1.5 storey high wall parkour-style and sat on the edge of the building as if she/I were resting somewhere near where we were staying waiting for sunset

 'It's dead' something thought in her/my head referring to very little people being around, and she seemed to agree with them though I could not 'hear' her thoughts, only 'sense' them

She seemed to be able to hear me though (or at least sense what I was saying, like I did her) as I said her name to get her attention and then said

"Some of the most beautiful things in this world are the things we get for free. Thank you for being who you are"

Then I felt the building lurching underneath her massively, like a earthquake hit, as I woke up

They are parts I've left out

Tsunami/Tidal Wave In Britain

A Tsunami is going to hit Britain and I'm going around with my Australian friend Marcus helping people in a coastal town to prepare or evacuate

We are directing traffic and supervising as people are driving large vehicles through town on their way out

We are at a intersection down by the water when the water starts receding, so we get ready for the water that's about to come in by climbing onto some scaffolding on the main street outside a brick shop-front that's being fixed/restored

The water starts to rush in and we encourage someone to climb up with us on the scaffolding to which they reply that they will just stay down in the water for a minute

"It'll recede quickly" they say to us, to which we educate them that it won't, it will actually stay up for some time before receding

The water comes in and recedes quickly, just as they said it would

We climb down from the scaffolding into the main street confused

Then we notice the water has receded right out to sea and the shore/harbour/bay is empty. No water

"It wasn't the big one" one of my other friends says and we are overwhelmed by a strange, ominous and creepy feeling

Not just a mental panicked type of feeling, this was a physical feeling of foreboding, like the air had been sucked out along with the water from the harbour. Like a darkness or stillness had descended upon us

"CLIMB" I yell at my friends, who actually needed no instruction to do so, as they both began climbing the front of the building as quickly as I did

I felt amazed at how quickly and deftly we all climbed up the old wrought-iron security around the windows, grabbing into a railing of a balcony and then higher to a second floor. As if we were doing it with abnormal "life or death" type of ability for men such as us

The building was at least 2 storeys high but I got the feeling it wasn't enough

We jump from the first building across to a second building then across to a 3rd

The perspective of the person I'm looking from changes as the brick building starts to crumble beneath them

Then I'm somebody else, somewhere else

There is a castle near the shoreline and we are talking about going to the castle to protect ourselves

But we see the waves crashing in behind the castle and they are huge. We realise the castle won't protect us from what's coming in

Then I'm someone in a private jet, alongside a man in a military officers uniform and we are taking off as quickly as the jet can land and pick us up

The wheels from the jet plough through the start of the tidal-wave as we are taking off

I can feel the jet slow down as the water hits the wheels, like when a car drives into water, it slows us down enough to freak out everyone onboard, but not enough to stop us from taking off

We barely manage to pull the nose up out of the incoming water, then accelerate enough to lift the back wheels

In the process, we barely clear the walls of the castle I saw earlier, which actually more resembles a prison

Crashed Alien Space Craft

I had a dream involving something which should be a television series in my opinion, if that's not what I was watching

It starts with the crash of a Alien Craft. Not a space craft though I don't think, some type of interdimensional craft

A space craft has crashed and military are out recovering pieces of what they think are terrestrial-origin debris from the site

They even make jokes about "Alien Space Ships" ...

Before they see one Alien humanoid dragging anothers body

These "aliens" are far more realistic though, near-human in appearance

Possibly those I have referred to in the past as "the ancients" with the flawless, porcelain-like skin and larger eyes than us, who look near identical to us otherwise

Instead of detaining them and stopping the alien from helping his friend, the soldiers understand he's trying to help him and let him

They even help, to get him to part of the wreckage, to try save his friend ...

And to contact his other friends to come help

It's a far more realistic look at what would likely happen in a situation like that (not like in a Hollywood movie)

There is much more to it, but I won't go into detail. Allot more. That's why I say it would be a good TV series. I mapped out the plot for at least 3-4 seasons

Some day if someone wants to make the series I'll go into greatet detail

A Massive Miss Mauds And Beheading A Bull While Someone Is Riding It

I'm walking through a arcade of cafes and stores in a building that has a Fremantle Markets feel to it, like walking through a fancy alley/arcade

There is a Miss Mauds selling so many different types of pastries, cakes and sweets that I feel tempted to take a picture of their display cabinet. They could serve 20 people along their front counter it's that long

I ask if they have any chocolate eclairs and they say they have none left. Not even the half-eclairs they say, as I notice them throwing away the last damaged half-choc eclair

So I ask for a vanilla slice and they tell me they are out of vanilla slice as well

I look in the display and see that they do have vanilla slice. A whole line of them, right in front of me

I point it out to them and they tell me that they are choc-vanilla slice (with chocolate mixed into the vanilla topping) that they had just made

"I'll take one of those" I say and buy one

Then I am with some women, helping them to chase down a man riding some type of beast to get something back from them

The man is riding what looks to me to be some type of massive pig, or creature similar in shape, but later I refer to it as a bull

I refer to it as a bull, but the creature seems very docile and timid, happy letting the man ride it

He won't stop and seems to think we won't be able to touch him

I use a stick something like a magic wand and cut the head of his bull, to stop him riding it

It cuts through like a laser, cutting and quarterising the wound at the same time like some type of super-hot plasma cutter

It goes through like a hot knife through butter. I merely have to touch it and it carves through causing the bull to fall into two pieces

I don't just cut through the smallest part at the neck either. I cut it back further near the shoulders, so that I cut most of its chest and some of its upper arms off with its head too

As the man is lying on the ground having fallen off the bull, I kneel over the top of him and gently and politely ask him to hand over something I need from him, he refuses to hand over

He is emotional and upset, so I'm gentle about it

"You realise I don't have to ask, I could just take it from you" I say nicely, to point out that I'm trying to take it from him as gently and respectfully as possible

He sadly gives in and takes a golden ring off his finger and hands it to me

Feeling sorry for him, I offer to help him how I can

"I can send you anywhere you want to go" I say to him, "anywhere"

"I'm happy to send you anywhere you'll be happy, just name it"

The man doesn't seem to answer. He seems upset and I can't really think of anything else I can do to help him

It feels like I have magic power of some sort, so that I can literally do anything I want. Including send him wherever he wants/needs to go, to have a happy life

"I'd give you money to go with it, but if I did it would have negative repercussions that would come back on me, sorry" I say to him, truly sorry he's so sad he lost something, that I had to take from him and that I can't offer him more to help

He still doesn't answer, so I tell him he knows where I am if he changes his mind and needs my help

As we walk off I look at the corpse with the severed head of the beast he'd been riding and I feel sorry him again

"I'm sorry about you bull" I say, truly meaning it, then leave

Magic Wand And My Friends Home in "Kudina"

I'm at a pub with friends and in carrying a small tree branch, which is a magic wand, held inwards in my hand against the inside of my left forearm, like I'm trying to conceal it

A Mediterranean man comes up to me and tries touching it, making a joke out of it. I pull my arm away from him and tell him to get away from me. He mocks me and keeps trying to touch it

I walk away from him and stand elsewhere in the bar, where I had the magic wand on him to make him sick

I don't think I'm trying to kill him, just make him sick enough to be sorry

For a second it doesn't work and I won't why

Then it works

I see him coughing his lungs up and falling to the ground

I go stand right next to him, so he's very aware who did it him. When he looks up while grasping for breath, he sees me standing there looking over him on the ground very intentionally

He understands it was me. He gets pissed off, but there is not much he can do about it

I walk back to my table while he is taken on a stretcher out to a ambulance

I rearrange the magic wand, which has 2 separate divided branches and doesn't seem to fit along the underside of my arm very well

I try to use the wand to pique a pretty girls interest in me. Not to make her fall for me, or go to bed with me, or anything like that, because I know and feel that that would be wrong. Just to get her interested in talking to me because I'm alone (not sure where my friends are now)

But no women come near me

Instead, everyone seems to start disappearing and a full club is now almost empty

I see a mental picture of a disgusting tree, oozing with puss and I immediately feel horrible about myself, as if someone put the image on my head to mock me. Enough so that I feel self-conscious and forget about trying to talk to any pretty girls. There doesn't seem to be anyone left to talk to any way

I'm at the bar and the song "Use the man" by Megadeth starts playing on the Jukebox

I get excited and try to share my excitement that the song is playing with me friends at the bar (who seem to be back now)

A group of Asian people are sitting at a table near-by and are making fun of me for getting excited and singing along to the song, so I retract inside my shell and stop singing

I stand at the bar and try to act cool instead. Mouthing the words and singing quietly to myself instead, while I stand at the bar like everyone else

I try to buy a drink with about a couple $2 and $1 coins

The bar guy tries to take money from my hand and it feels like he tries to grab a note from my hand, even though I wasn't holding one

And even though I wasn't holding one, him trying to grab the note, causes me to drop some coins

I look down where they dropped and there a heaps of $2 and $1 coins over the end of bar, but I think they are the tips for the bar staff. I don't want to be seen to be trying to steal their tips, so I don't worry about the money I dropped

The bar guy says I don't need the note, which is a $5 and he tries to hand it back to me

As he hands it back to me, it turns into a $10 note

I swear I only paid him a small handful of coins, which was enough for the drink and I have no idea where the notes came from, even though I watched them appear out of nowhere, so I tell him to keep it as a tip

After telling him to keep the tip, he unfolds the $10 note and now there is a $50 note as well

It's like a magic trick. Money seems to come from nowhere, I try let him have it and I gets exponentially bigger

I ask for a Malibu and pineapple (one of my favourites) and he tells me that there is no pineapple juice, pouring out a mixture of melted ice and the remnants of the pineapple juice from a container, to prove his point

So I ordered a Malibu and coke

I didn't get to drink it though

Suddenly we are in a car, pulling up at my friends home. A couple I know from Darwin, but we aren't in Darwin

My male friend is driving, his partner in the passengers seat, with me in the back seat behind him driving. He asks me what it is I do for my day job again (other than play music) and I tell him I'm a surveyors assistant

This is really weird because I know I'm lying when I answer. It doesn't feel like it's my job at all. I don't know why I lied about what I did for a living. It literally felt wrong as I'm saying it, like it wasn't me answering. Like something else had answered for me and now I have to wear it's lie

It also felt really strange that my friend was asking the question. Like a real, waking conscious had invaded my dream, to ask a question through him, to have me lie, for some reason like having something over me. It was all very staged. Enough so to confuse me to the point of being near consciously awake inside my dream. Like a external consciousness invading my dream was waking me up inside my dream

As this happens I realise that the two fragile branch's of my magic wand I had been protecting on the inside of my forearm have somehow been broken in half

I am upset for a moment, wondering how that happened when I was trying so hard to protect it. Then I realised it doesn't matter, because both halves work just as well without the other half. So as long as I have both halves, I can use either of them just as effectively. I could leave one at home and take the other with me where I needed to go, or vice versa

We entered their house and it got worse. I was vividly couscous at this point. More than a dream, more a vision. This wasn't their house. I knew it wasn't their house. Enough so that I asked them "Where are we?"

They seemed confused and it felt like something inside me didn't want to seem out of place, or let them know it/I was conscious, outside of the conscious they knew, so I altered my question to "What suburb?" So I could take a mental note of the answer to check it later on

"Kudina" they answered. "Kudina?" I asked to get them to repeat the name, which they did

I've never heard of Kudina. It sounds a lot like Coodenup in Perth, but I don't think this is Coodenup. It's a yellow brick style house like you'd find in Tamworth NSW, on the edge of a park, with lush green lawns surrounding it, like their backyard and public park blend into one, without fences

I take note of the suburb name you check it later when I wake up

I look around the house at the musical instruments (mainly a large electric piano) in the house, then walk out the back through the sliding doors into the park

I get a vision inside my head in the dream of a playlist of songs and artists my musician friend covers, along with stats showing how much he's increased the popularity/listens for those artists by playing their songs

My band is in the list, but the songs aren't ones I've written yet. Most seem like they are intentionally fake or masking me from seeing the real names. Songs in the tracklist such a "shit sandwich" with a picture of a literal shit sandwich next to it

One particular song title of mine that catches my attention is a song called "Bird nation"

Bird nation? I don't have song called Bird nation. Again, I take note of the song title, so that I can remember it later when I wake up

Maybe Bird nation has something to do with my band name "Erica owns the sky"? It could possibly refer to fans of my band? I don't know. I hear faint glimmers of the song while I'm thinking about it, but it doesn't sound like one of my songs. Or if it is, it doesn't sound like a serious song

The house doesn't make sense. There is a massive loungeroom, family room and everything downstairs, but no bedrooms

The bedrooms must be upstairs, I think to myself. But when I walk outside and look up, there is no upstairs

A optical illusion tries to give the impression of the house being bigger than it is, but I quickly move see from a different angle and realise it's the house next door

'Is this some type of community hall at a park, they are living in?' I think to myself, because it has no bedrooms

I'm fully conscious by this point. Lucid dreaming. Awake inside my dream, fully aware that I'm dreaming

Then as I'm standing outside the doors on the lawn, trying to work out why this house is fake, a Lophognathus lizard runs through the open sliding doors into their house

We can them "Ta-ta lizards" or "Dragon lizards" in Darwin. They are a beautiful and harmless lizard found everywhere in Darwin, called "Ta-ta lizards" because they appear to wave at you with one of their front hands/paws/claws like they are waving goodbye

Then the house glitches and morphs in shape and size to different houses in front of my eyes

It feels to me here like something is "kicking me out" of my dream, because it knows I'm awake

I start waking up and I feel pissed off about the fact something else is controlling me "waking up" because they didn't like what I'm dreaming about. Like they shouldn't be in control of my dreams, or be able to do what they are doing

Whatever, or whoever it is that decided I needed to wake up because of what I'm dreaming about, I don't feel I like them very much. Mainly by/because of what they are doing. It doesn't feel like I dislike them, but I don't like them either

Like I'm unhappy with what they are doing and they need to answer my "conscious conscious" inside my dreams to explain themselves and what it is they think they are doing, that they shouldn't be doing

As I'm waking up from this it feels like something heavy is laying on top of me and won't get off

It's not doing anything to me, just weighing me down so I can't get up

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME" I yell at it, but it doesn't move or respond

I punch it hard in the face twice with me free right arm, but it does nothing

I don't know if it's human. It feels like some sort of living mass with a human-like shape, but not actually human

The fact I punched it hard in the face twice and it did nothing, but not even flinch, makes me feel like whatever it is, it's not actually a living creature, or at the very least it isn't human

Like whatever I punched it in, it's not even a face. It just feels like one

I check again to make sure it's not actually doing anything to me and it's not. It's just a dead weight laying on top of me, not moving

Whatever it is, it won't move or get off me and I'm immobile

I wake up here

Old unpublished draft: "Prince" Harry dead

This is a old post from many years ago I found in in my drafts folded, unpublished

I'm posting it now because it seems relevant that I found this, while I was publishing a post about a dream I had last night where "Prince" William was killed

I remember this one was far more realistic. It was like waking up to news reports playing in the background on a TV. These were very real sounding media broadcasts about "Prince" Harrys death

As I woke up I could hear a news report that sounded like it was on a channel like B.B.C. talking about Prince Harrys death

It said, "Prince Harrys health had been deteriorating, and he had been given a scale between 1-100 to measure the state of his health, with his average being around 82"

They didn't specify exactly how he died or why his health had "been deteriorating"

"Prince" William, "Duke of Cambridge" shot in the head and killed

I had a dream/vision:

We are in the bush in the Northern Territory, Australia fighting a war against British soldiers

For some reason they think it's a game, like we won't really shoot them, even though we are firing bullets at each other

But we are very serious

A female leads our troops. I am in command with her

"Prince" Harry and "Prince" William are fighting with the British

"Prince" William approaches with a flame-thrower trying to advance on our position like some type of hero, blasting flame out towards us

He is shot in the head and killed instantly

It seemed very precise and deliberate as if I was the one that put a bullet in his head personally, to prove a point

Like he was chosen with a very carefully placed, single bullet to the head (from a pistol) to send a very clear message to the British that we weren't playing with them

It felt like "we warned you not to fuck around"

The British scream out, begging for a cease-fire

So were stop firing to allow them to attend to "Prince" William

They tend to him and all I can think is "there is no way he's still alive", wondering why they are bothering

Empathetic but not sympathetic. They did this

They continue trying to assert authority, asking "what we think will happen when the world finds out we killed him" as if it will give them an excuse to bring more forces. Implying they were going to retaliate

The woman leading our troops tells them to go ahead, "let's see you explain to the world how he was killed invading a sovereign country. We'll have more support than you, I assure you"

From the way they are speaking, "Prince" William was very much dead

Then, referring to "Prince" Williams body and the leaders of foreign countries respectively (to prepare for war), the woman said "Now take him and fuck off, I've got phone calls to make"

And as she did hundreds more of our soldiers appeared out of the bush on all sides of the British like a show of overwhelming force, ready to escort them out of Australia

Asian Organised Crime (Triad) Assassins

I had a very vivid and clear dream/vision

One of those dreams I refer to as a vision rather than a dream, because of how clear and real it is

I'm at a business dinner or party of some sort. I may/might have been Christmas, because all the kids are at a table by themselves watching some sort of kids movie that looked to me like the movie "Home Alone"

People are sitting at a dinner table still eating, while others are walking around talking, or sitting at other smaller tables nearby

It's in some type of Hotel function room, or possibly catering in a large board room of a business building. Whatever we are, it's very modern and expensive looking

I am talking to a man at some stage who is a lawyer and he's doing very simple and medial tasks. Not for me, for someone else. I'm talking to him at some stage about it, because ...

I hear the man on the phone later talking about being pissed off because he seems to be on the outer at his work. He says to someone on the phone "I'm a senior partner and they have me doing (inset something medial be believes is below him, can't remember exactly what he said). I only earned $75 today"

I overhear the conversation by accident, wandering around trying to think of what you do with myself (this is when I noticed the kids watching a movie) but I don't want him to think I'm intentionally listening in, so I quickly return to one of the empty tables I had been sitting at earlier and pick up one, of what appears to be, my multiple phones

I'm confused for a second because one of my phones is turned off, so I turn it on, not remembering having turned it off. Then as I'm doing that, I machine wakingly conscious of the fact that this is not my real-life phone. That's sitting on the table next to it. This is some sort of business BlackBerry-style phone

Then on my phone ...

I'm watching a internet video-conversation between a woman who works for a internet media group like the Australian group "Click" talking to YouTuber "Mr Beast" about something she had sent to him in email, from his perspective/side of the conversation. While he's checking his emails, she says "what am I doing? Use image.mrbeast.com to upload it"

I look at the site and it's some type of contact, file upload site for Mr Beast and it's really good. Simple, but very good

While I'm examining it, I'm thinking about how

I started watching this through the phone, but now it's as if I'm actually there

The contacts for the 3 main "Mr Beast" YouTube personalities/characters are given on the page

Represented as 3 sets of characters, which I now think are almost identical to the 3 sets of characters in the name of Elon Musks baby "X AE A-Xii", except that it was written in such a way that the 1st two sets of characters were "fighting for the number 1"

Literally

X had a number 1 directly behind it and the second character had a number 1 directly in front of it

But it wasn't AE like in the baby's name, even though I'm fairly sure this is what it represented. It was a single character like a lower case "e" by itself

I started thinking about how I could get Mr Beast to listen to my music and possibly use it in one of his videos

Strangely, in this part of my dream I seemed to be fully awake and conscious as myself, but also unconsciously experiencing something else parallel, that I remember happening, but I don't remember at all

I think this may/might be intentional by design of experiencing several timelines/consciousness simultaneously

While I'm thinking consciously as myself, inside a dream about which song to send to Mr Beast to have him listen and actually want to use it, I have a voice in my head other than my own, advising me on which I should or shouldn't send him

First I'm considering the song "feels like I'm trippin'"

Then my song "fade to blue"

While the (female) voice in my head is telling me "he already has the song" somehow. I'm not sure how that's possible, or if what she's saying is somehow cryptic, or she is speaking future-tense, in past tense context

While unconsciously, I'm on the move with the group I was having dinner with. I think we were possibly inside a bus or something similar, or in multiple cars, I can't be certain, because I don't become wakingly couscious or tune into them, until we are out of the vehicle standing on the side of a road

What is happening is very serious, so, it's seems like, I tuned out from my other consciousness picking songs and tuned in to this one

There is a whole group of us. Most are men in suits and I get the feeling I'm "with" them but not actually "with them" if that makes sense. Whoever I am, I don't think I'm the type that wears a suit and I'm definitely not a lawyer

Because there are so many of us, I feel we must have gotten out of a bus, otherwise we were in a whole lot of cars due to how many of us there is/are/were

We are at some type of park along a suburban road, like the oval at Nightcliff High School, though somewhere different

I feel we choose this part of the road to get out of our vehicle(s) specifically because we were being followed and this was the quietest place to get out and confront them, while minimising members of the public witnessing or getting involved

A big group of Asian men in cream-coloured traditional shirt dressing (similar to the upper dress of a karate uniform, except older, traditional, more fibrous material) approached us and spread out

Somehow I knew that they were some type of Triad organised crime group and the lawyer guy I heard on the phone earlier owed them something significant

They seemed to be professional and meant business. I don't think these were your everyday Triads or Asian businessmen because of the traditional dress, long hair and the fact they were all carrying swords

Not just swords on their backs, they also had throwing stars, short blades sheathed on their hips and they were all abnormally large, muscular men. They looked like (or were at the very least dressed like) some type of assassin(s)

"Just let me talk to them" the lawyer said while men gathered around him trying to protect him or shield him from the large group of assassin(s). Strangely, a separate group of unarmed Asian men appeared here, trying to protect the lawyer and get in between him and the Assassin(s)

They were demanded some sort of blood penalty while others in their group held ready to draw their weapons on the group I was with, if we tried fight them

I considered the logistics of fighting the group of men if it came down to it, considering I (and those I was with) were unarmed. I considered ways of taking a weapon from one of them, without getting injured/killed

Then there was a scuffle I couldn't quite see through all the men, followed by someone in the group, I think was the lawyer, conceding saying "alright, alright", followed by one of the Assassin(s) pulling out his sword

He carefully aimed his sword above with two hands above his head, then chopped downwards at someone

I'm not sure who or what he was chopping at, because I couldn't see through the people in between, but I could feel the emotion and sense the seriousness of what was going on, as if I were awake

Whoever and whatever got chopped, they didn't seem to get all the way through, because the quickly rushed in to try have a second go, finish the job

But other Asian men jumped in between and quickly stopped them, saying that it wasn't allowed

From what I could hear, some sort of tradition or custom says they only get 1 swing of the blade, no more. And whatever the outcome is, is what they get

But they don't seem happy with this. I thin maybe the man moved as the swung or something

I got the sense they were trying to behead him, but I could hear the most horrific gurgling or pain from the man on the ground being shielded, so either they tried to take a limb off, or the swing to behead them was poor enough that the man was still able to vocalist/make sound

At this stage I started screaming at the Asian assassin standing close to me, covering me, in a language I don't understand

I think I was speaking some type of Asian or Middle-Eastern language. Whatever it was I expected them to understand

I knew from what we happening that we were all being threatened

And while I felt as though I had no affinity or real friendship to those I was with that were involved, I felt the obligation of someone who could not just stand by and let that happen to another person. Anyone. Regardless of who they are

The fear and wish I had about them being armed while I'm unarmed started to vanish as I looked the Asian man standing across from me in the eyes and continued screaming at him in a smooth Arabic sounding language

I get the feeling, that they are supposed to understand me, even though I didn't understand the language I was speaking

I say "Asian man" because there been seemed to be varying ethnicities of Asian, not just one, though they were all dressed in the same traditional dress

The first man, who took the swing of his sword, appeared Chinese, while the man I was screaming at had different complexion and eyes and appeared to me to be Cambodian or possibly a dark-skinned Thai (if I had to guess)

He took a throwing star from his waist and looked to another one of his men, seemingly for permission, while I continued screaming at them and the man nodded at him as if to say yes

It felt like I was trying to invoke the power of God on them, though nothing was happening. My fear disappeared and I kept looking to the sky while screaming as if I was expecting lightning to strike them down, or at the very least I was cursing them and warning them of what was to come

The man with the throwing star threw it at my head and seemed a little surprised when I quickly moved my head out of the way and it missed

When this happened, some part of me also seemed surprised at the way they threw the star at me. It was nothing like the movies. They more gently threw it, like they were "flicking it" at me

Something like a voice (not mine) in my head answered me telling me that this is how they are actually thrown. Nothing like in the movies. "You know how much damage that would do, flicked at you like that?"

Apparently throwing it hard, decreases the accuracy and effectiveness of the star and increases the chances of hurting yourself while throwing it, so they are flicked like playing cards

I woke up here, as I was approaching the Asian man screaming at him

I'm not sure if my intention was to attack him but even though he had just missed my head with a throwing star, I didn't feel at all afraid of him

And even though I managed to easily dodge the throwing star, to this surprise, and was approaching him screaming like a madman, he didn't really seem at all afraid of me either

Whatever could have happened after I woke up? I don't think it was fun for anybody involved

Sam Korn

Light beings

I had a dream that was more like a vision, or some sort of dimensional cross-over, because I could still see, hear and feel it when I woke up

I could close my eyes once I woke up and still see these beings and hear what they were saying, while fully awake

This was real. Far more than a dream. The light-beings were so blindingly bright they were all I could see

Even with my eyes closed, after waking up, all I could see was brilliant white light flooding my vision

And I had that overwhelming feeling of warm, fuzzy happiness, gentleness and peace

I could still feel the tangled line inside my body pulling against the warm feeling of the light, but it felt much smaller than normal

I concentrated on it for a second and I could feel it unraveling far faster than it normally does

It started with a dream where I was trying to beat a train to a destination that I knew had some type of light-beings onboard

It was a matter of urgency that I equated to being the end of all existence if I didn't get there first. I needed to beat them there, to be there before them, or everything was done

I raced the train there across borders and obstacles, with nobody really helping me or listening to me about the danger of what was coming

I crossed a border, putting my hands up and doing several Backflips for them while doing it (I'm not sure what this was about) and then once I was across the border I continued racing the train

I asked a famous movie actor to give me a ride in a fast car like he does in the movies, telling him it as life or death, but he didn't seem to understand the urgency

So I left him behind and took the car myself. Drove myself

I came to a location close to where the train was arriving and started frantically telling people I know that I needed a gun, quickly

I knew they had plenty of guns, but for some reason they were all in pieces. Almost like they had a business fixing guns

I asked someone I know named Julian for a gun and pointed to the massive light coming from the sky outside, even though it was night, "See that? If I don't get a gun, we're all dead" I stressed to him

Sensing my urgency he pointed me to a gun under wraps hidden up in the top of a closet. "You can take the AR" he said, but warned me "the vibrations down the middle are dangerous"

I touched the wrapped gun momentarily, considering taking it, but I knew how dangerous it was. It was a last resort. I knew it would destroy a lot more than just those I wanted to stop/prevent becoming light-beings, it could destroy everything, including me

It would definitely destroy those I use it against

But I wasn't sure it would destroy me. I felt like I'd likely survive, but I wasn't 100% sure. It might destroy me in the process of destroying them, so I wasn't willing to take the risk of using it

Not when I was certain I could deal with them safely, with a smaller weapon like a pistol

My friend (the she one who was attacked by a shark in a dream I had a few nights ago) turned up dressed as a security guard and he had a gun on his hip

He was exactly who I had been waiting/looking for and he the exact gun I needed

I took the gun from his hip quickly and told him I needed it, it was a emergency

Then ...

I'm talking to light beings somewhere between (a)sleep and (a)wake

Brilliant white blinding light poured from their faces and eyes, though it seemed to somehow inexplicably alternate between pouring from their eyes without their skin, to their skin without their eyes

Somehow, also inexplicably, I saw myself from a perspective that was both inside and outside of myself at the same time. As if I were looking and listening upon myself at the same time I was speaking as myself, from within myself, but as another version of myself

Though it light body was different

I had fire in my eyes. Though it was not hot somehow

I had the same light pouring from my skin and eyes that all the others did, but that was also a burning, blood orange colour in my eyes

I could see the colour, but not see the colour at the same time. At the same time as there was a hollow emptiness in my eyes

I could sense the heat of what I knew to be flames in my eyes, but at the same time there was no heat, they did not burn and I knew the flame couldn't hurt me

It felt more like orange-coloured "blood" type of light

Exactly like the brilliant white light that poured out of our faces and eyes, but a different type of light

I threatened to destroy them all

I don't remember telling them "why" I was threatening to destroy them, but it felt like they/we all knew why

I wanted something from them

And though we were at odds, it felt strangely like we weren't at odds at the same time. Like I didn't want to threaten them or destroy them, but it was necessary some how

And somehow they knew it as well

There was no violence, anger it hatred in my threats. There was some type of understood necessity to it, that they seemed to know and understand as well as I did and accept without conflict

There was a sadness I could feel and it was somehow connected to the invisible tether I can feel tangled within my body. Like some sort of intangible DNA prison

Light started fading around me as if they were disappearing

I got momentary senses I was destroying them, or destroying some sort of light I could feel leaving

I saw my eyes again. Fire. I wondered for a second in a more innocent version of myself if I was superior to them and the answer that I got was a sense of both yes and no. I was capable of using something against them, but it was not from a position that could ever be said superior or "above" them because such a distinction seemed unnecessary, like it was a none existent state of mind amongst our shared understanding

It felt like there was no "me" and "them" or "me above them" or "them above me", there was only what is and need be

And I guess, in the sense of the sadness, what need not be

Whatever it was I was doing against them, or could do, be it of myself or otherwise, it was not something I, them, or we, wanted. Thought, it was happening

I was awake by this stage and concentrating on using the overwhelming feeling of peace, gentleness and warmth to try pull this tether from my body, that I've been trying to remove for 8 years now

One of the light beings spoke to me here, through a sadness that made me tear up and gave me some advice

Advice that I felt and understood instinctively, almost as if I shared the consciousness with her as she spoke, to feel it as she did, but from a outside perspective

Advice that seemed to be given to me but I knew at the same time was for someone else

Advice that I think is meant to be given to everyone, regarding the meaning of life

A question I knew the answer to already, albeit in nowhere near as eloquent and beautiful words as she used

Advice that I could feel, as she was saying it, was meant for my love Bradie, before all others

Advice that I will not write down or repeat in this world ever, until I've spoken to Bradie personally

After which, I'll give it to anyone who wants to hear it ...

Freely ...

Along with everything else I know, learn, or can teach

Black-widow tetras and a big beautiful goldfish

This dream was prior to another dream I had the same night about being a cop shooting a unarmed man, but I think it's related

The parts related in it are backwards/reversed in time, as things often are

Cops are raiding my house

I have a fish-tank and there are lights on the tank that for some reason, they think are used to grow pot

For a moment I feel like a criminal, like I've done something wrong. But I think it's out of habit of persecution. Whatever guilt I feel it's not because I'm actually guilty, because I quickly realise the lights for the fish tank are actually LED lights, they are useless for growing pot

I feel like I never had any intention of growing pot with them, but they couldn't be used for that any way, even if I wanted to

Then I noticed in a big fish tank, a group of black-widow tetras are attacking and killing a beautiful big (much larger than themselves) goldfish

The goldfish isn't fighting back and you can see that it's fins are almost gone. They've almost pecked it to death

I quickly grab some food, thinking they must be hungry and put a heap of food in the tank for them

But they ignore it and actually start attacking the goldfish even more

I quickly grab a net for the fish tank

My intention is to catch the black-widow tetras that are killing the goldfish in the net one by one and take them outside and throw them in the garden

Throw them in the soil outside and let them die. Let them fucking rot for attacking the big beautiful goldfish even when they had heaps of food and no reason to do it

But as I'm trying to catch return, the entire front of the fish tank cracks

"HOW?" I thought to myself? I didn't even touch it! Or if I did, it was nowhere near enough stress to break it like that

I couldn't believe it just "spontaneously" broke

I thought for a second about fixing it, because there were other breeds of fish in there that didn't attack the goldfish worth saving (I was resigned to the fact that both the goldfish and black-widow tetras were all dead) but it didn't seem feasible with everything else that was going on with the Police, etc

The dream ended with me wondering if it was worth saving the tank or just throwing it out and killing all the fish

Related to this dream (same night)

http://samseesandhears.blogspot.com/2020/06/highrise-apartment-and-shooting-unarmed.html?m=1

Highrise apartment and shooting a unarmed suspect

First dream I had last night I was in a high rise apartment with 3 men that were attacking me

I wanted them to leave me alone and feared for my safety/life because I wasn't strong enough to fight back against the 3 of them effectively

They are mocking me and thought I didn't have the resolve to do anything about them toying with me to defend myself

So I threw one off the balcony head-first and listened to him fall to his death

We were a long way up, there is no way he survived

I didn't want to do it, but I remember feeling like I had no choice

The first guy was easy because he wasn't really expecting me to fight back, let alone throw him off a balcony that was at least 20-30 stories up

The second guy was a little harder, but I was still able to get him over fairly easy because he ran out to the balcony straight away to see what I had done to the 1st man

After I'd thrown the 2nd man over the balcony and heard him fall, I struggled with the 3rd man, because he knew what I was trying to do

He was stronger than me and struggling with him to throw him over felt like a life-or-death type of situation. I knew I had to get him over at all costs or I was dead myself

I struggled to the point of exhaustion. Even hoping that someone came up to save me from the fight because of the first 2 bodies that feel from the balcony, but I knew that they would probably never know which room it was to get here in time. I had to get him over

I finally managed to get his legs and body over so he was hanging on by just his arms

And as I woke up ...

He was trying to get his leg back over the balcony while I was attacking his hands to get him to let go, absolutely exhausted

I think I won, because the last image I had was of him falling

Then, in another dream just before I woke up, I was a police officer chasing someone who had done something (I'm not sure exactly what) with two other cops

I jumped over fences and went through gates and peoples houses tracking him, even though I knew legally I was supposed to give up on the pursuit

He apparently had some sort of weapon, but had ditched it early in the pursuit

I knew that because there was no evidence of any actual crime being committed (he was just suspicious) and nobody ever saw him with the weapon (it was just found) I was supposed to cease pursuit, but I kept chasing

This is not what I would do in the real world, so I think I must have been dreaming as someone else

I jump a fence into a park and catch up to him. He is shirtless

I tell him to get on the ground, the ignores me and keeps running

He starts playing in a sprinkler like a child and it's almost as if he's mocking me

I shoot him once in the leg. Or at least, I shoot down at his leg. I'm not sure it actually hits him, or if it was a warning shot, but I intended to hit him

He keeps running through the sprinkler ignoring me, so I shot him 2 times in the lower-chest stomach area

People in the park who witness start to freak out, so I quickly show them in a Police officer (I'm in plain clothes)

But I know I'm in trouble because he doesn't have a weapon on him

I call to 2 other police officers, one male, one female, and ask the female office to bring the weapon they found

He stumbles off from the scene of the crime across the park, but I remain at my position waiting for the other officers so that I can say I was "guarding the suspects weapon" that was supposed to be on the ground, even though there is nothing there

I'm hoping that none of the people in the park realise there is no weapon on the ground, they'll just remember me standing there and will assume there was a gun on the ground

The man knocks and someones door at a house across from the park and I need to go intervene

I think I must have radioed the ones bringing the weapon to hold my position, or they just arrived or something, because I ran over to the house in time to stop them letting the man in as he was walking through the door

They tried closing the door on me but I called out that I was police and forced the door open to grab the man

I assured them that a ambulance was on the way and I felt sincere, so there must have been a ambulance coming, even though I don't remember calling one

I sat him down outside and told him a ambulance was coming. I asked him for his ID but he didn't respond

So I left him there for a minute to run back to the path. He didn't seem like he was going anywhere

When I got to the park the other 2 police officers were there and there was a weapon lying on the ground where I had shot the man. They had planted it for me like I asked

It was some sort of tazer, but it had a curved handle, so it looked like a gun

We all agreed that it looked like a gun and we'd all agree the man was carrying a gun, when it had been planted and he wasn't

The man died. Something I know for certain is that the man died. I didn't expect him to, but he did

In the dream, whoever I was, I knew I was covering up my crime, by framing someone else for a crime I didn't know for certain he'd committed, but I didn't think he'd die

Related to this dream (same night)

http://samseesandhears.blogspot.com/2020/06/black-widow-tetras-and-big-beautiful.html?m=1

Ghana to Sudan, Radio Interviews and Paying someone's debts

Had a dream I was posting pictures on a online account of my personal trip from Ghana to Sudan. Seemed to be a journey by road

I said the words "We were actually on our way to the Golapagos Islands, but we ended up in Ghana. I'm not sure if that means we were there (somehow) by accident, or if we were diverted, because I seemed more interested in the relation between their names, both starting with "G"

This one was really weird/strange because I was looking at the pictures for something I had lived and could clearly remember doing, but didn't know when or how I had done it. As if I had never done it, but I was sure I had. I tried to recall when and where I had done this, a KNOWING it has happened (I had photographs of it) but the best I could put it down to was/is like it hadn't/hasn't happened yet

I was dreaming about the future as if it were the past

Then, after I looked at the pictures (I had) posted about it online, I was at the airport in Ghana experiencing it. Contemplating if it was worth buying chocolate for the journey, or if it would melt

I think this represents the act of my blogging about something that hasn't happened yet, so that it works in both directions, actualised

I was preempting writing about a dream of the future as if it were the past, by living out the dream of the future I struggled to recall in the past, so I could post thins blogger post

It also connects directly into the reasoning for the other dream I had after this which was about someone famous, that was actually me, when it wasn't. I knew consciously within the dream, that even though I was dreaming about someone else, that it was actually me that was famous, not them. It was just represented by them

This ties again, into another dream I had prior to these two, where I was struggling to tie my shoelace

In the dream I was consciously aware that "me tying my shoelace" wasn't actually me, it was a effigian version of me within that "realm" that was directly linked to me. It as me, but wasn't me at the same time

I was conscious as myself and as them at the same time

As they/I struggled to tie their/my shoelace, I realised that they/I were being allowed to see if they could consciously tie their shoelace without my(waking conscious me) help

Kinda like letting a child do something without helping them except it was a synced consciousness

It was a strange feeling to wonder for a moment why you're struggling to tie your lace, then to realise you are letting yourself struggle to accomplish something (while simultaneously being allowed to struggle) at the same time

It's interesting to be multiple consciousness at once

That why I believe this is linked to the radio interviews I had as a famous actor in my most recent dream

I recognised them as a completely separate consciousness, but I was aware that they represented me. That they are ACTUALLY me, as my future self

Doing things which I haven't done yet, but will do at some stage in the future

I was being interviewed on the radio and it was something to do with my favorite Rugby League team, the Parramatta Eels

I had made a choice of words in something I said, which could be taken to mean something completely different to what I meant and the radio hosts and myself couldn't stop laughing. And every time we tried to stop laughing or say something else, it just got funnier and we laughed even more

I've been having a few dreams recently of things such as being a famous musician

One very vivid dream I'm backstage with a couple guitars and start walking to the stage. Security stops me half-heartedly to ask if I'm with the band and I make a joke saying "I hope so" while showing him the back of my shirt

I'm not sure what was on the back of my shirt, but whatever it was it was enough for him to let me straight through, as if he felt silly stopping me. Maybe my lanyard was hanging around my back? Or maybe there was a photo of me on the back of the shirt, like a band shirt? I'm not sure

Then as I was approaching the stage I could hear the support act that was on-stage before us finishing up, playing a cover of a song by one of my friends bands, a band that I play bass for

And it was good! It was a really good cover! I remember feeling flattered that this band we didn't know, would be covering one of our songs

I turned to my friends from that band who were there with me

It felt as if I were about to go on stage with them in their band, but it wasn't my main band

Like I was playing with them, then my main band must be up next after them

I guess that's why I was carrying 2 guitars. A bass for their band and a normal guitar for mine

In another dream I had, similar to this, I overheard someone on the phone "pretending" to try pay their bills for something

I could tell by the way they seemed frantic, giving account numbers, etc, that they didn't have the money to pay the bills

They were pretending that there was a some type of error with the (several) bank account details they were giving to the person on the phone to take payment and that they didn't know why the payments were failing, when they obviously knew there we no money in the accounts and they were trying to buy time

It was some type of mechanical business and I knew that it was the son of the business owner and I also knew that they sponsored a up-and-coming female motorsport athlete

I think I could maybe see pictures of the girl they sponsored on the wall or something, I'm not exactly sure how I knew they sponsored her, but I knew and I decided to help him out

I motioned for him to give me the phone and even though I don't think he knew me that well (if at all) he gave me the phone

I played along with him trying to stall for time and said "Hi, I'm sorry but I think the money might have been paid into my account by mistake. Try this account instead ...."

The lady on the phone was pissed off with me at first, until she realised I was someone else giving her another account to try

There was some confusion for a second and I think it's because I was giving her a Australian bank account

But once she understood and got her payment of approx $18k, she was happy

I hung up the phone and told the guy it was paid

I then proceeded to pay all his other bills

Then finally, I took over the sponsorship for the young woman they sponsored, still honoring the use of their company/parts, etc, I just paid for it

I told him "it's OK, I'm happy to sponsor her on your behalf because you guys don't really have the money to do it, but I do"

What was strange to me about this dream is that I was conscious of my situation in this world of having no money while I was making the payment, but at the same time I knew for a fact (with 100% confidence) that money was not a problem for me, like I had plenty to spare

I'm thinking that maybe this is future playing as past again. With me thinking with my couscous present mine of having no money, as my future self appreciating what it's like to be in the situation where I have no money

To help someone who needed it, when I could

Avatar 2 and a shark attack

As I was falling asleep last night I had a very clear dream that I was watching Avatar 2 at home

It felt so real that it woke me up and I felt confused, as if I should be watching it right now

Then as I was waking up this morning I had a dream that I was on a island talking to someone about why a particular group was interested in me (scared/worried about me) because I had more people following me without me wanting them to because they loved me, then they could manage to get follow them because of fear

They wanted me to baptise them all, but I didn't want to. It went against the principles of what I was trying to do

So I was working out a way I could "baptise them" that would make them feel happy, without compromising myself in any way

Then someone called out to me, telling me to come quickly

In the water off a dock was a friend of mine with his arm caught in the mouth of a big great white shark

Two other people jumped on the shark at the same time as I jumped on it trying to get it to let his arm go

I tried punching it's underside but it didn't have much affect, I think maybe because I was punching into water

"DON'T LET IT SWALLOW IT" my friend screamed

I grabbed at the sharks fins and whatever sensative areas I could find and dug my fingers into where they met it's body, as hard as I could

The shark let go, opening it's mouth wide to let go of my friend

I pushed against it's body to get some distance from the shark as we started bringing my friend into shore

I woke up here and remembered as I woke up, they this particular friend used to work as a pearl diver ...

And wondered if someone from the pearl company had just been attacked by a shark

Whatever it meant, the attack felt real to me, as if I was watching something that has actually just happened

More so because in the state between sleep and waking up, while you're lying there in bed staring at the ceiling, I was still imagining the process of wrapping make-shift towel pressure bandages around my friends arm (though he felt like someone else now, not my friend) and coordinating his rescue and medical attention