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Hi Gig*

Last week Saturday 23 Jan (2010) a long term guest and friend here at the boarding house told me he was going interstate for a month to have a holiday with friends. Later he handed me his key as he enthusiastically pulled a suitcase trolly out the front door, heading off to the Interstate bus station.*

A couple of days later, say, Wednesday 27 January, I was coming out of my room and as I walked down the corridor I saw the guest (Steve) come down the stairs and turn to the bench, checking to see if he had any mail. As he picked up and looked at the envelopes I thought "he is supposed to be at the Gold Coast for another 3 weeks with friends having a holiday".*

I distinctly thought:*

"I guess things have gone wrong for him to be back so soon but I will not pri as he probably won't want to talk about it".*

I said "Hi Steve" and with out looking up he said "Hi Deb". And I walked passed him to the kitchen and put the kettle on and went on with my day.*

I didn't see him Thursday or Friday or Yesterday. So, to day, while I was cleaning I asked some other guests if they had seen Steve in the last couple of days. They hadn't.*

So that was a blinking DREAM.*

It is as if my mind is going to extraordinary lengths to get me LUCID.*

There was absolutely NOTHING dreamlike about that experience, except that, in the dream, I knew he shouldn't be there cos he was at the Gold Coast having a holiday with friends.*

Just thought I'd share that.

I found that old experience just now as I was reading som of gigs interesting old posts on another old site and decided that I want it in my dream journal.

Steve returned after his month holiday. That was over 4, almost 5 years ago.

Here is my precog competition dream that I just woke from.

Salty old crock

On a train standind by the doors. I press a big button that stops the train and opens the door.

I am on a beach. The tide is high. I walk ankle deep into a shallow, isolated bit of water, towards a nice long rock. Then I see the rock is a salt water crocodile. I'm not scared.

Then I am in an old persons bedroom, the old person tells me they have a crocodile under the bed.

I walk on the bed and the crocodile butts my feet. Then popps his head out from under the bed.

There is an unusual place on top of his head to be punched, to settle him down. So I punch gently but firmly. He likes it and goes back under the bed to snooz. (EOD)

The rock that becomes a salty old crock is my surprising old friend. He is both the old person in his old bedroom and his pet crock living under his bed.

When awake I figured that out cos the crock wanted to be boxed on a special place on top of his head. Then he rested.

That pointed to the infamous boxin match that began my old friends psi dream caree.

I'd say the precog dream target is a salt water crocodile

Dream tags

Train, sand, sunny, sleepy salt water lagoon, soft long rocks, crocodile.
Old person, bed.

OH! Had a supremely rare short lucid last night. DILD. Wanted to cross a road and my body slowly lifted and I was winding in the air slowely, like a snake. Then I thought I can't fly so I'm dreaming. I didn't feel excited because I remembered that this kind of thing had happened several times before in my long lifetime but never last long. Then I thought I should be brave and float in front of an oncoming car since I was dreaming and therefore coulden't get hurt. As I was floating toward an oncoming car I slowely landed then lost lucidity and continued the dream not knowing that I was dreaming (or not careing).

Felt more like a little lucid gift more than a successfull personal attempt.

28th attempt Chicken Itza , DebraJane, Refugee.

Just woke it is 6:51 am.

I was in a refugee camp and trucks were going passed to close to the tiny tent I was sleeping in,

I kept pocking my head out.

Finally, i pocked my head out and my sleeping tent was loaded on a long trailer, low to the grownd, being pulled by a big lorry.

Then my lorry took the high road while the war lorries peeled off and went down an off ramp to another highway.

I was ok with that and pulled my head back in to my sleeping tent and went back to sleep.

This may have been a recurring dream last night because woke three times it it was foremost in my memory.

The pealing off (just now) reminded me of a Youtube i watched before sleeping (about midnight). I will post this.and the Youtube on my “sync thread“ when i get to Netzone Internet Cafe later to day.

Insideout emailled me about being my dream partner at Chicken Itza.

This mornings dreams make me realise something.

I used to get mad at my dreams if they were full of crappy day residue and stuff.

Just now I realized that Our Deep Mind does not just stand there like an ordinary human, talking to me in my particular spoken language, (and my particular dialect).

Our Deep Mind communicates to me using every thing within my limited sphere.

Our Deep Mind communicates with, sight, sound, smell, taste, tactile feelings, emotional feelings, day residue, memories, logic, fantasy and anything else it finds in my limited sphere.

And

Our Deep Mind don't want me to just get on my knees and verbalise in the dialect of my English language when I try to communicate with it, (Our Deep Mind).

Instead, The Deep Mind wants me to communicate with it, as it does with me, using everything in my limited sphere. Using, sight, sound, smell, taste, tactile feelings, emotions, day residue, memories, logic, fantasy and any thing else in my limited sphere.

For example:

In the 1980s book "Clan of the Cave Bear" an ancient ancestor of ours, a Cromagon girl is orphaned and adopted by a Neanderthal group, The Clan of the Cave Bear.

The Shaman is trying to teach the 5 year old to communicate.

The 5 year old Cromagon girl has Cromagon intellect and vocal capacity and they just talk, (verbalise) when they communicate. But the Shaman is Neanderthal. He has limited verbal capacity and supplements his sounds with sign language.

The five year old tries very hard to learn what he is "saying" but is annoyed at him for waving his hand around, distracting her.

The shaman begins to despair that she might be mentally deficient cos he is getting nowhere after weeks of daily lessons.

Then the penny drops and the 5 year old begins to see that the hand waving is part of the language. She progresses quickly after that revelation.

Maybe I will progress quickly now that I just had my revelation of The Deep Mind using much more than (?) To communicate, in dreams, to me. And wants me, likewise to reciprocate.

I often get revelations after bad dreams like last nights ones.