Dream Journal: Lucid Half-Dream Interpretation

Lucid Dreaming

There are things that only make sense in dreams. I have thoughts while I am dreaming that do not make sense once I wake up. Once one continues to fall asleep, these thoughts are transformed and are manifested into images and sounds; thus, we have dreams. Fortunately, out of habit, my mind automatically tries to dissect these movements. As I am falling asleep, while I am half-dreaming and as I begin to have these thoughts, I try to wake up just enough to grasp my waking language so that I can translate these thoughts into my waking mind. I am not always successful because I wake up too much before I am able to translate which results in forgetting how or that the thoughts I had even made sense. When I wake up, sometimes I cannot even remember what I was thinking; just like it happens with dreams. Sometimes I am able to translate them. I translate these thoughts before they manifest into images and sounds; these thoughts are not quite dreams yet, but they are precursors of dreams; I call them half-dreams. As I translate these half-dreams into my waking mind to know what these half, muddled thoughts mean, I am interpreting half-dreams as they are still in their embryonic state.

I haven’t gotten around to doing anything more than that, and I wouldn’t know how to interpret other people’s dreams either.

Dream Journal: March 9, 2014

Sunday Morning:
I was trying to sleep this morning, but I noticed that one of my mattresses was falling off the other. I had to be careful or else I would roll off due to the slant. My focus on trying to not roll off did not let me sleep. I did not want to fix myself either, or else I would scare the sleep away. I found myself in that dilemma. I was only barely awake: should I fix the mattress and scare the sleep away? Or should I stay and let the worry of rolling off keep me slightly awake? I just rolled off the mattress.
It did not feel like I was awake though. I looked up and sure enough, I was still on my bed; not mattress problems, just sleeping. It was just a dream. Again I had that feeling, I knew I was just dreaming this time. So I started crawling out of blankets, crawling into the dream world. I stood up. I was in my room. I had just had a dream right before the mattress dream. In that dream I was in a first grade class, and there was this drawing of trees with faces; eyes and mouth were black; illusion-forest style. I was in my room, and I remembered this dream. So I looked out the window and saw the trees in my backyard. I opened the window to get out, but I was afraid that climbing out would take too much concentration and would wake me up. So I willed my legs to pull through the bottom part of the window. The window opened up like a gate and I stepped out. I went to the trees and imagined them with faces; emphasizing the faces the closer I got to them. I went to a tree and it had eyes and mouth. I tried to make it talk. It was moving its mouth but no voice would come out. So I focus on another arm of the same tree. This arm also had a face, but it wasn’t awake. So I willed for it to wake up. It began to open its eyes, and I could see the white of its eyes as they were trying to roll forward. As the tree was waking up, he was trying to look at and focus on the outside world. It was looking dizzily around as it gained eyesight, trying to wake into its new sense. I saw it was confused. I willed: It had gained a new mind, one that could see and speak, it needed something to anchor its new mind to; by making eye contact with it, I would share with it my own mind’s stability. I willed its eyes towards mine, gesturing with my hand to get its eyes' attention, and I made eye contact with it. Its look of oblivion suddenly disappeared. As I stared into its blue eyes I had reached its soul and stabilized it. I tried to make it speak, but only moans would come out: “I, I need, I need…” it said. Those words seemed too familiar; I realized it only said what I willed it to say, since I was in control of the dream. “You need what?” I asked. “You need water?” I asked as my world darkened and I began to wake up.

Dream Journal: January 15, 2014

So I was in the bathroom (not sure if it was before or after brushing my teeth), then I noticed in the mirror that I got a haircut and thought,"oh, I cut it already? I was supposed to let my friend play with it first. And then Pamela was supposed to cut it. Oh well. Well maybe Pamela did cut it since its not that short." Then I started playing with it, checking it out through the mirror; bummed out that it I had cut it. The more I touched through my hair the more hair appeared, until all my hair was back. So I thought, "Oh, my hair came back, but I thought my hair was short for sure!" Then I realized I was dreaming, and was excited!
Thinking of what to do now, I looked out the window and saw my nieces and her friends playing outside. So I thought to show them how I could fly, and practice my flying. So I phased through the wall and went up to them and told them, "Hey! You want to see how I could fly?" And I jumped high and was about to touch the ground again but I focused and was successfully levitating. My nieces were all impressed that I could do that. They were excited and they yelled my mom out the house to ask her how I could do that. It was getting hard for me to remain levitating so I thought to myself, "Okay remember how to do this" and I focused my mind differently and I went up higher and easier. I was now flying around easily in one area; which is the first time I fly with such detail, normally I fly long distances with only a general location in mind of where I want to fly to. Here I was flying to small specific locations around my lawn. Then I flew downward head first towards Michelle and back upward barely missing her. They were all excited. Then I thought to show them how I could teleport; but I wanted to teleport only four yards away to show them. I had never done anything like this because every time I teleport it is always to a completely random location, so I never tried to teleport with a specific location in mind. As I tried to do this, I was stuck with the two locations in my mind and got stuck between the teleport. "Aw, I guess I'm waking up... I'll try next time."

Dream Journal: January 8, 2012

Dream: we were in some dungeon building running away from some men in suits who were also looking for the clay bowl of fire… it broke.  Rules said that once one broke one could make another.  My mom made one and signed it with her name.  They were chasing me as they realized that what they had was not the fire bowl, but a lighting bowl (which was worthless to them).  They knew that I had it, and chased me down some stairs. I escaped the building and locked the door behind me, they would have to go through all the obstacles and traps again to reach the next exit so they could reach me.  This gave me time to reach the place where I would make the bowl ascend. 

            I was running towards the van, my will to move was such that I began to fly… and so I realized I was dreaming.  I began to descend as I got closer to the van, but then I realized that I could just fly to my destination (if I used the van it would turn into a car chase…).  I learned how to fly in dreams decently in a dream I had on October 8, 2011.  But then I was concerned that they would be able to shoot me down from the sky, so I thought of using the same mental method I learned to fly with, and teleport.  I tried teleporting, and I teleported to another similar looking parking lot… or was it the same one and I was just facing a different direction? I wasn’t sure, maybe it was the same parking lot in a different universe or time… The risk was too high, I needed to teleport to a place where those guys wouldn’t reach me. 

I teleported to the desert.  It was a beautiful desert, clouds covered the sky, and the horizon was covered with a soft fog, as I landed the sand looked like if it was made out of brown-yogurt colored cotton cream, with bluish tint at the distance.  I flew forward and the sky closed up so that I was now in a cave; There were snow covered “pillars” spinning with tilted towers on top of them, these pillars guarded the entrance to a tunnel… I flew over to the pillars to inspect this sight; (if I intended to look for the place to make the bowl ascend I had forgotten about it by now). 

As I reached the spinning pillar it was now just a small trunk sized stub, I touched the pillar as it was spinning; I felt the cold of the snow as I rubbed it off with my fingers.  As for the tower on top of it… I looked up but I couldn’t see it.  A car drove into the tunnel and I thought to chase it to check it out.  It sped up as I was running towards it so I began to fly, but I couldn’t focus to fly fast enough to reach it; I lost it.  I went back out of the tunnel where the spinning pillars were.  On my way out of the tunnel I pushed some wooden crates out of the way (they were the size small of bedrooms).  A I was back in the cave, I thought to put the crates back where they were.  I knew that in dreams, simple tasks like these could become really complicated (just like running down a hall to a door can become a nightmare); so to keep things simple and to be able to “mind their location in the dream” as I moved them, I used the same mental method I used when flying to move them back telekinetically… and I did.

Dream Journal: October 8, 2011

It was AMAZING!

I just woke up from a lucid dream; I had always had trouble with flying at will in dreams, usually I would just make do by jumping really high.  Until I once had a dream that I jumped and willed myself to stay in the air… it worked well but soon wore off as I landed beside the “Venom” looking monster that told me a strange message and beside the yellow school bus. 

This dream though: In a basketball court gym-like setting.  I was lying down with Marie covered in a blanket and a ballerina Whittie kept dancing over us so that I could see his spandex up his skirt.  He was messing around so I messed around too by grabbing his leg and dropping him.  Before I knew it, everyone was talking about it and it was on the news (just like old times, right?).  On the television that was in the room, I saw how they had interviewed many people about the matter… I was waiting to see if they had interviewed me to see my opinion and why I had done it.  This one kid kept standing up to me as I just kept shoving him a side’ he kept trying to prove that I was not all that much of a challenge.  So he shoved me and I dropped him on the floor.  He kept raising the stakes to try and beat me; he started by saying that all he had to do is get in my way a little to intimidate me, then by saying that he just had to use a little force… eventually he resorted to “grab a weapon”, so I knocked him in the head, dropped him on the ground, grabbed a metal toolbox which I slammed him with its corner, and then proceeded to smash his head in.  Yes, I felt threatened.  The others were encouraging me out of sick excitement and even brought me and acid bomb to smash on his head to finish him off, but I thought it was too much.  Then I left the place since it felt too hostile. 

This is the relevant part of the dream: I was climbing houses as I was getting away, and I was (on the side of mind) thinking about how if this world was constituted by my beliefs then it was my beliefs that allowed my legs to hold up the rest of my body.  If I could rearrange this belief and have that belief to be on top of me (that it holds me down on the ground) and maneuver it from there, I would be able to fly.   I was hesitant to try it since meditation in my dreams may wake me up, so I tried to do it without thinking about it too much and I SHOT UP.  I shot up like Neo at the end of The Matrix (except I was looking towards the ground).  It was night, I could feel the wind and see all the lights and the trees it was so beautiful and amazing, and even more amazing how I got it on the first shot.  At first I was afraid that I may not come down (since I kept moving fast-ward towards the sky), but then I let myself go since it was a dream anyway and it didn’t matter if I ended up in outer-space (I was also curious as well).  But of course I lost focus and I slowed down and I began to descend… the ground was closer than where I had left it, especially because as I kept going up I crossed another level of trees (which was probably the same level, but it was just a repetition), and that was the ground I landed in.

The reason this is relevant is because (even though I have managed to do it a few times) it is always difficult for me to fly, and this time I only used my mind (as opposed to using my stress).  Also how I decided to use this focusing because of everything that I have been learning, and it worked, it did what I thought it would do; and this is like a confirmation that I may be doing something right. 

Alchemical Scripture

 

Alchemical Scripture

The powers of the cosmos come together to form a realm that has always been, a cross between universes; the brood will be new yet perennial.

           

Scripture:

A new world, with beings of light, and a substance whose shape has never been witnessed before.  The mortals chant their mantra’s, and give their offerings unto the totality of the world.  They summon abraxas for a blessing unto their actions, and for fullness in their minds.

           

The prophecy was written in the elements themselves: the charges of the ions in sodium phosphate, the charges of the ions in barium chloride.  Their properties indicate the birthing of this new phenomenon.  The synthesis had been anticipated since the spirit made of salt, sulphur, and of mercury, was set free.  The seers and alchemists know of its place in the cosmos.

Interpretation:

The chemical formula determines how these compounds will come together, and what they are meant to form; 2Na₃PO₄ + 3BaCl₂ à Ba₃(PO₄)₂ + 6NaCl

           

Scripture:

The mortals bring their offerings to the alchemist, philosophers have determined their amounts.  Each substance in an equal quantity, measured to an infinitely small extraction of between 10 mL.  Each substance dissolved within the all permeating Nix, the substance of Nerthus.  Thus reflecting a universe within a universe. 

Interpretation:

Each reactant is dissolved in water with a certain molarity, 10mL of each solution.

           

Scripture:

As our realm, an inseparable combination of darkness and light, making one as itself; so will this new world be.  A reflection of our greater world, giving humanity a window of access through the all-seeing-eye.  With this, we will see what God sees.  Look closely, and behold.  Infinity in a grain of sand, Greatness in a speck of dust, the omniverse in the smallest pixel of reality, the All in Nothingness.

           

The call is made, calibers combined, fate is settled and destiny is established.  The new world is created, and as its creatures fall, their ether is extracted and evaporated; leaving them without access to us, not even a memory of their ancient world is left.  The greater mortals await the day in which the creatures of this new world find with them a common ether, a medium between us and them, our earthly atmosphere.  Until then, they are eternally asleep to us, inanimate, unconscious of their existence, they live in their own level of reality.  Their perpetual potency amounting to .903 grams.

Interpretation:

The solutions are brought together to form barium phosphate. The excess solution is separated by filtration and evaporated from the precipitate.  The precipitate formed amounts to .903 grams.

           

Scripture:

Their potency is a reflection of the potency of that which they were created from.  The new, inferior god holds one part. The intermediate god was only twice as great.  But the ecumenical god was three times as great.

Interpretation:

This tells of the molar proportions according to the stoichiometry of the chemical equation.  The ratio between the barium phosphate and sodium phosphate was 1:2, and between sodium phosphate and barium chloride was 2:3.

           

Scripture:

In another dimension, the ether that their neglect left behind combines with unlimited source of sodium phosphate; a ceaseless creation.  The sources are traced back to the original hoards.  The first of the three gods, the intermediate, beheld the sodium phosphate universe, the second beheld barium chloride, to provide the third with the chimerical barium phosphate.  This was predestined, it was foretold. 

Interpretation:

To determine the which of the two reactants was limiting, some of the filtrate is mixed with sodium phosphate, and forms precipitate.  This says that the filtrate was excess barium chloride, and the limiting reactant was sodium phosphate.  There was also an excess in both sources which were used to determine which reactant came from which tube.  The first tube (A) contained sodium phosphate, the second (B) contained barium chloride. 

Scripture:

The traces left behind tell the story of a deficient god; the intermediate, he who held the sodium phosphate.  And thus its substance within the Nix ether can be determined as a finite amount; twice as great as the third and inferior god.  His substance in the Nix of 10 mL was .0030002 moles; its potency then being .30002 M

Interpretation:

The limiting reactant was sodium phosphate.  Therefore the molarity of the 10mL can be measured by doubling the amount of moles calculate from the .903 grams of barium phosphate (.0015001 mols), by doubling it; according to the stoichiometric proportion.  The amount of moles of sodium phosphate in the 10 mL of water was .0030002 and thus its molarity was .30002 M.

Scripture:

Bide the ancient law Ye must,
In perfect love and perfect trust.
Heed these words the Rune's rede fore-fill:
An ye harm none, do what ye will.
What ye send forth comes back to thee,
So ever mind the law of three.
Follow this with open mind and heart,
Merry we meet - Merry we part.

-          Odin’s Law

This was done as a Chemistry Project for extra credit.

Last Saved: 10/4/2010

Ultimate Love Affair

THE STORY  of a  man who comes close to death so many times, his warning has been made,
and he has had time to think, “why don’t you just find a quite place, and die?”  he
wants to live, but why? 

He has time to beg life for life, and admits that he is in love,
in love with not anybody, in love with no person, but with this “life”, he just wants
to live, and he begs, he spends his last days on death row, talking to life itself, about
all the time he has wondered about it, even though he never showed it, deep down he was
in love, with her, he asks for forgiveness because he never paid any attention to her, he
never made time for her, he ignored her even when she tried her best to get his
attention, and when she did  manage to get his attention, he would make love to her, but
it was only superficial and temporary love.  

And now he regrets, and he wishes he could
live, he wants another chance to live, he wants a chance to make things right with life,
he wants to live? Why? Just to live… he wants to live for the sake of living.  The
chance is granted, and he is now in love even more, thankful at what life has done. Not
long after, after he has become more lucid in life and has had time to socialize with
other minds slowly fading not quite completely his sense of reflection, he learns that
all that all these situations he was put him to make him think he was close to death were
not real, he was never really close to death, and so he loses his fear of death and
forgets the love he had for her,.. in another realm we here life itself speak, explaining
how people forget about her and how beautiful she is, this is the only reason we are
alive, and she knew all along, should I ignore, should I forget the talk I had with her,
even though she got me to talk to her through a lie an illusion, like a mother who
threatens to leave her children in the street even though she would never do that, but it
gets the child’s attention, should he ignore the fact that he is alive because of this?
 Then there are scenes of how he enjoys himself in his mundane life, leaves us wondering
if he has really forgotten or not. 

“Heaven is waiting for you, just close your eyes and say good bye,
Hearing your pulse go on and on and on
I live my life in misery, I sacrifice this world to hold you
No breath left inside of me, shattered glass keeps falling”

-Bullet for My Valentine: Say Goodnight

 

Last Saved: 9/16/2009