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Morning of June 13, 2020. Saturday.

Dream #: 19,535-03. Reading time: 2 min 56 sec.



Although parts of this dream have influences from coronavirus associations as read in the media in waking life, there is, as usual, no dream self recall or concern about the pandemic, only three compartmentalized threads unlinked in my dreaming experience. The first is a reference to someone having a sore throat, the second relating to the claim I read in an article that bugs in a dream are “symbolic” of COVID-19 (and yet people have always dreamt of bugs long before this), and the third relating to stores being abandoned and boarded up (associated with media reports about rioting and looting as well as COVID-19).

My dream self is a sorcerer in this imaginary scenario. My waking-life identity is absent even though I am in what is possibly a variation of the Hinkler Centre shopping mall though it also has the vague, ambiguous essence of my middle school and a shopping mall in La Crosse. An unfamiliar man and woman approach me. The man claims he got a sore throat from me. I tell him, “I never had a sore throat in my life.” (My dream self has no recall of ever having one, anyway.) I had supposedly been in service to them as a sorcerer, though I am unsure as to what he had wanted from me. He reminds me by giving me a card (about one and a half times bigger than a business card) that supposedly has their requests on it, though I do not read it.

Even so, I am annoyed. I do not want to deal with these people, so I summon scarab beetles in their direction, though only a few crawl towards them. (This event is similar to one in a dream from April 14, 2020, though that was with comedic, sarcastic intent with ants.) I decide to leave the scene, now recalling I should be wearing different clothes (instinctual awareness of being undressed as I sleep).

I walk out to the parking lot (liminality management) and notice most of the windows of the shopping mall are boarded up (another type of dream state liminality management, though with a more defined division between dream space and wakefulness). I want to get something from a store. I eventually find one store at the other end up the shopping mall that is not boarded up and is open. It is a grocery store with many shoppers. After I go in, I look around and realize I am not here to buy anything but to retrieve my clothes. (It makes no sense other than as specific co-occurrence with preparing to wake by being near a checkout with the association of getting dressed after getting out of bed. Once dreams are understood for what they are, there is no doubt as to their translation.)

Instead of waking with this otherwise familiar process, my dream becomes exponentially more vivid. The vestibular-cerebral handshake kicks in to an extreme degree, and I find that I seem to be a young boy scout (and dressed the part, including with khaki shorts) even though I also have the recall I had been a sorcerer in the previous transition. Three men tower over me like giants, though I do not feel threatened or insecure. They are going on a fishing trip and are waiting for the man I wanted to avoid in the first dream segment. He eventually arrives and is huge. However, I summon a fireball and disintegrate him. The other “giants” do not seem to care and behave as if they are glad to be rid of him.

Even so, I decide to instinctually initiate the next process. I turn and walk through the wall of a nearby building into a dark bedroom. However, one of the men from the previous scenario walks in, though he is now normal size, as I am. He is thankful for me getting rid of the other man but patronizes me by giving me a card addressing what he wants from me by way of sorcery. Soon, another man comes in and also gives me a card with his requests.

I am then on the porch of my present home (liminality management) and wonder if I should wait for the third man to approach me in case he also has a card. Even so, I begin to feel that my dream is too ridiculous to continue, so I wake myself.

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I went to bed around 23:30 and spent the last 30 minutes or so reading a book. I woke up naturally around 07:15, went to the toilet, back to bed and stayed there until 07:45.

Train run
I'm sitting in a train with my close friend Li. Next moment we're out of the train and in a train station. We have to transfer to another train which is departing very soon, around ??:44 or something alike. We make a run for it. Due to the stupid system, we have to make a detour. We first have to check in somewhere, before backtracking and then heading off in the right direction. On the way to our check in, we run over a nearly empty square in the train station. As far as I can remember, we were at a point where you couldn't see the outside. There are I believe 3 guys standing in the square. Two of them are handing out flyers for something. One of them wants to give me a flyer. Can't this dude see I'm in a rush! In all fairness I could've accepted the flyer while running. We make it to the check-in and rush back. I'm not sure where I see the time, but for a moment I see that the time is ??:24 or something close to it. That would give us all the time in the world. Why run? I think we approach some stairs.

We're next to the train, still running to find a door to enter through, as the train is crowded and we won't find everywhere. The whistle has already been blown, a sign that the doors will close. We manage to make it. We then decide to sit down. I think for a moment about the interior of the train, which seems odd.

Sorcery
I'm in a big multi-storey building which is being renovated. I don't recall there being any furniture and the place is mostly neatly white. Naturally there are guys all about the place, working on the renovation. I'm semi-running down some stairs. At some point I decide to jump down, which is quite a jump. I land just behind and a bit to the right side of my physical therapist, who is crouched on the floor, perhaps because he is also working. He doesn't notice it. My landing was soft. In my mind this is parkour related. His co-worker does notice and potentially also his intern. I continue down the stairs, but at the same time the dream's focus is on the exchange that happened between the physical therapists about me.

I feel like this is the same neat, white building. I'm standing on a balcony along with at least 1 other person, though I think there are more. It's daytime. If I remember correctly the woman standing next to me on the balcony is my former boss, but at the same time she is also Polgara, a sorceress from the book I'm reading. I myself am also a sorcerer. Down below there is a car park, which belongs to this building I would guess. There are two cars which are leaving. Both of them have a bad guy in it. They are moving towards the building, where apparently the exit is. Ow no you don't. I use my sorcery/telekinesis to drag the car of the last guy back. Then I point at the hood of the car and say "Burst". [This command is also used in the book sometimes]. The engine bursts. Though the other guy is already below the building and out of my sight, I try to use my telekinesis once more. It works. The car is dragged back into the parking lot and then tumbles to its side. I have to be more careful with this one. This guy is important and we want him alive. If I use too much force to make his engine burst it could explode and kill the guy. Instead I turn the car into a different type of car. One that's a bit beatdown and has a very noticeable paintjob. Now he probably can't get away and if he can, it's easy to follow him. The guys below decide to take action against us. One of them does something which I can't recall too specifically. He turns himself into a big hideous ball or something alike and bounces up and down like a big bouncing ball. My boss/Polgara tries to get a hold of him, but her sorcery doesn't reach that far. She leans over the railing but comes up just too short. I take a hold of her legs and push her further out over the railing. Because I did this I can recall that the wore light-blue jeans, though I can't recall the rest of her outfit. I think she was pregnant though. I'm not sure if she managed to get a hold of the guy.

Next thing I know, one of the guys has performed some sorcery of his own (or used something else) to set up a lot of worms in the building. God this is gross. Then it dawns upon me that all these worms are tiny bombs. I run along the edges of this floor, which seems to be predominantly round. Along the edge are a number of 'packages' made out of worms, which are all explosives.

The day before this dream I told my dreambuddy (werty52) that I considered taking up a new challenge for myself: become lucid and perform telekinesis. I forgot the lucid part

Fragment
» I think there was something about Bali, though I can't recall anything. It might be due to the fact that the boss I dreamt about is on Bali right now. I always seem to manage to find something Indonesia related to dream about

Wedding
It's my wedding, or the preparation for it. It's daytime and I'm standing outside with my bride to be and a man and a woman who are supposed to be my parents, but they're not. Maybe they're her parents? It's time for some photos and what not. I look at the dress my bride to be is wearing. It's definitely not a wedding dress, but she looks amazing. I think it was a green dress, with a slit running up until one of her thighs. The people are bossing her around quite a bit. Poor her. Somehow I'm under the impression that I am a king. We sit down on a stone bench. I think some photo's are made.

I'm in a house, I think in a living room. The wedding party? My friend Christina is there. She makes a joke about having bought me a pack of (Indonesian?) cigarettes for nothing. For a moment I'm not sure how to reply. I think I also bought her a pack. [Neither of us smokes]. I move to open the door. The door opens into a hallway of perhaps a metre wide and 5 metres long. Halfway on the right side is another door opening. At the end on the left are stairs going down. There's a girl standing in front of the door. She seems Moroccan or Turkish. More and more girls join, as well as some guys. They are all distant relatives from one another along with their boyfriend. The only thing I can specifically remember about their clothes is that most (or maybe all) of the girls were wearing a hijab. I remember thinking something along the lines of: great, you invite 1 person and she brings someone who also brings someone and now there are 10 people here I don't know.

WILD gone wild
I'm standing in the kitchen in my student home, behind the stove, cooking something. There's something unusual. I think it has to do with the pan that I'm using. I feel like I was really close to becoming lucid, or maybe I even was lucid. Suddenly I feel horrible. It feels as if I'm really drunk. My stomach hurts and there's some swinging back and forth of the dreamscene involved. It's destabilising.

I'm not sure if I woke up or if I had a FA.

Evil tree
There's something to do with two sorcerers, Belgarath and Beldin [characters from a series of books I'm reading]. They're near a small airport during the day. The air traffic control centre is an enormous building which is capable of flight. It comes flying off from the distance and then lands near the airport. Apparently it's moved away every time the airport closes. Belgarath thinks this is outrageous and a word needs to be had with whoever is behind this.

Belgarath (and I?) are standing near an enormous tree, just behind the airport. It's mining something from the earth with its roots. A red evil substance. It doesn't surface, so you can't see it, but we know it's there. I see an image of the roots of the tree extending down deep into the earth. The roots different shades of glowing red. Someone makes a surprised comment about where the evil guys behind this are getting this substance from. Every sea in the world has been mined for it already. I forgot the exact reply, but it was something sinister.

I/Captain America (not sure if I'm him or watching him) am in the airport, full costume. I have an old fashioned bomb with a fuse. It should blow any minute really. I recall the last time I was in this exact same position. I jumped over some glass railings and shielded myself mid-air while the bomb exploded. This time I'm trying to run outside with the very limited time that I have and throw the bomb at the tree, despite the tree being on the other side of the airport and me not being able to see it. This is ridiculous. It's never gonna work. Maybe Belgarath can use some sorcery to steer the bomb towards the tree once it's in the air.

Stadium parkour
It's evening, not yet fully dark but quite a bit already. I'm walking towards my moped with a female friend. It may have been my classmate. We hop on and she makes me drive towards the security guard. She asks him for an alternative route of here and does so in Indonesian. That's the idea at least. I didn't really hear the words, but I recall that she asked because my language skills were a bit limited. She asks for the alternative route because if you go out through the regular exit, you have to pay a parking fee. The guard points us towards a stadium through which we can drive to avoid it. I give the guard perhaps 2.000 IDR for his help. I drive towards the stadium.

Inside the stadium there are some people. I drive somewhere to the left. It's a bit of a maze in here, but suddenly I recognise it. I've been here before or I've seen it in a video. I'm not really myself anymore. Instead I'm controlling a freerunner called Luigi. There's unequal heights everywhere and I make great use of it. In the end I just want to exit, but Luigi automatically turns pretty much everything into a parkour move.

Kitchen trouble
I've had it with the dirty kitchen in my student home. I start exploring and it turns out that the kitchen of my mom's house is accessible from my student house. How did I not notice this before? This is excellent? Would my mom mind if I used her kitchen instead? The counter is quite small. Then I start to wonder: so all these years while I've been living in my mom's house, people from my student house were able to enter our home? I walk through our home. It doesn't entirely make sense to me.

Fragment
» I'm in the living room of my mom's house. My mom is very nearly passed out on the couch from being incredibly drunk. It's time to send everyone to bed.

» I'm looking at my dreads. They're so long! They're real dreads now. Some of them are black, some of them are brown. I realise that must be because my own hair is brown and the extensions are black,

My real hair is black.

Fight again
I'm sitting in my room at my mom's house. I'm sitting behind my desk, looking at video's on my iPod. The image is not fullscreen as it often is in my dreams. My little brother enters my room, with my mom in tow. They are having a fight again. O no, out! I've had it with their fights. They are unwilling to take my advice, so they shouldn't come to me with their issues.

I feel like it's near midnight, or at least late. This plays out in the living room and kitchen of my mom's house. It's already bed time for my little brother, but he still wants to eat. He's arguing with my mom over it and says something along the lines of "you're not my mom, so you're not the boss over me". He heats something up in the microwave. I'm at the point where I feel like slapping him in the face with a flat hand. Not to hurt him, but to make him realise how retarded his behaviour is. Eventually he does go to bed without eating I believe. I take his food from the microwave. A cracker with cheese on it. I offer it to my mom, since I don't like cheese. She tells me I can eat it. I remind her that I don't like cheese.
Somewhere in the middle of this dream I saw a tub in the corner of the kitchen. It was put on its side and pasta sauce was leaking into it from a plastic bag.

★★★★

Notes- i am surrounded by cops. They shoot me in a parking lot. My head rests in Asuka's lap, another blond woman comes to comfort me in the dream, maybe Shawna.

- I am with Nomad in the middle of a battle. He is swirling around as various rainbow colors and turns into a dog.

Don Juan Describes Initiating an apprenticeship

I am with don juan. I can't really recall where we had this discussion:
DJ: Tell me about the man you met.
Me: Weeks ago I had seen a psychic, Someone who can see spirits. She told me I would go to a place called Pine lake, and that there, I would meet a mentor. I wasn't sure what she meant by mentor, that could be anything, money managing, music or anything else... My last guess was that he would have been that he would be a sorcerer. I had no idea what pine lake was at the time she had told me,but nonetheless my brother invited me there a few days later, That was something which was impossible for me to ignore.
Dj: You followed that action without question then?
Me: Yes, That is until I saw him. When I saw him I KNEW he was the man I was supposed to meet, But I wasn't sure. I Hesitated before even talking to him.
Don juan then hit me on the back. We were now floating over a familiar scene, which looked like a dream representation of the campground, many details and places were out of place, but nonetheless it was the same. I saw myself sitting on a bench at an outside cafeteria, close by were some doors leading into a music hall, on the other side was a short hill leading down towards two baseball diamonds where a couple baseball games were going on. I was seated on the lower seat, and sitting up higher on the bench and resting his feet on the lower seat was a man with long black hair, tied in a ponytail. He was dark skinned, He could have been any number of races. Don juan said that he looked almost like and ancient meso american indian. I corrected Don Juan as to the man's supposed true race. Don Juan said that I myself have read some of that races mythological beliefs and that some of it lined up uncannily with his lineages knowledge. He said either Casteneda had read those beliefs and put forgeries into his books, or that the two races weren't two races, they had an ancestral heritage. He then mentioned that the people of old, before the age of reason, Traveled to every continent on earth and settled in many places, Including entire lineages of sorcerers. We watched the scene some more, Eventually I got up and walked away.
DJ: Why did you leave him sitting there, when you knew he was the man you were supposed to meet?
Me: I wasn't sure. It was a flight response, I didn't realize it at the time, but in the back of my mind was "Is this REALLY REAL?"
Dj: You should not have hesitated to approach him. Such hesitation could mean life or death in an act of sorcery.
We coninuted watching the scene as it shifted. I was back at the bench by myself watching the man who was inside the entertainment hall. He was walking and and a dog brushed up to him.
Me: I remember that! Before the dog came I was just thinking he was the one whom I was supposed to meet.
Dj: That was your omen, and yet, you just sat there. It was an omen for him as well in his own way.
Then scene shifted again, This time I was walking out of the music hall and the man sat on a farther bench, He was calling to a small black dog that looked like a cross between a black lab and a weiner dog, But the dog ran to me instead and I bent down and petted it.
DJ: That was his second omen.
Me: I knew it was for him as well.
DJ: Then it was an omen for you as well, and yet you still didn't approach him.
The scene shifted, to me standing close to the stage in the hall watching a band, and the man behind me roughyl 10 feet away. He kept looking at me. My energy body reacted and sprouted wings... but they weren't wings, more like tentacles that came from my back where wings would be.
DJ: He was seeing you then, You put on a display for him and he caught it, you had him more than intrigued at that point.
The Scene shifted to a merely empty hall in between bands. I finally approached the man and sat down beside him. As if on cue a black dog approached me, I petted it and said to myself "well, aren't you the messenger?" The man then laughed. and we began a dull conversation. I then meekly told him the story of why I was there. The man looked shocked, and then changed the subject. I excused myself saying I was going to my campsite. He walked with me until we came to the point where the main camping area was, which was downhill. My camp was on the other end behind the baseball diamond. When i continued walking the man looked confused as to my leaving
DJ: You are much like Carlos used to be when I first began to teach him. All this time the man thought you were a Sorcerer like him, because he thought you could see. He saw all the omens of you being a Nagual, the dogs and your display of control over your own energy body, He even heard you mention why you were there and who you were supposed to meet, and then he knew he was going to be an integral part of that. Much of what was said in your conversation was meaningless, by then the Nagual had taken control of the situation. He thought you could see, he was going to give you a demonstration of what he knew... and then you left. And that baffled him, Much like I was baffled when mescalito took a liking to Carlos... Here was an idiot insisting on an overindulgence in talking to himself, and constantly anylising everything to the point of nausea, and yet mescalito played with carlos like they were childhood friends. That's how baffled that man was, at an idiot over indulging in hesitation, even inspite of the fact that the spirit is screaming Omens and trying to get him to act.
Again The scene shifted. In the scene i had mustered up the courage to confront the man, I was standing at the other doors to the hall mingling with people, and then looking over at the man a few times, letting him know that I was ready. The man left the building, while I was still talking to him. He then turned around and looked at me for a second until I noticed him. He began walking further as I followed behind him.
DJ: He was trying to grab your attention with his eyes, he wanted you to follow him for sure this time.
The man walked down a small hill into a valley where most of the camping took place. He quickened his pace to his campground, sat down by the fire and kept to himself, he seemed to be focusing on something. I followed down the hill a mere seconds after looking for him, I wandered close to his campground only separated by.... nothing. In my memory there was a trailer, but in the scene were was none there. A sleeping dog got up and walked in my direction. It stopped and faced me. It's actions were very deliberate. It gazed at me, I stopped in my tracks, backed up a step or too and looked again. The dodg shiften out of sight and came back again, Then I leaned forward slightly, eyes wide and said a low "WOOOOW!" I then turned and walked away.
DJ: That's what what he came to do. He knew the spirit had pointed you out to him, but that you needed to be pushed. He sensed that you were unsure of the encounter, so he had to act fast before he left. He had to hook you, and that's what he did. He Used his intent to shift your assemblage point, and then he used his double to inhabit the dog. You've heard of Lonewolf speak of similar things when he talks about using the assemblage point of a coyote, and how a coyote will lend it's body to someone willing to shape shift into it's form. Although, there is no real shape shifting involved, The dog lent itself to that man, just like your dream body lends itself to your awareness, or can lend itself to any other dreamer. You know all this of course, but haven't articulated it yet, but you will.
Me: Did he hook me like you hooked carlos?
DJ: ina sense yes he did, But, he wasn't as aware of exactly what he was doing as when I was when I had to hook Carlos. The Nagual has a funny way of making sorcerers dance with one another, All participants are sure they know what they are doing while they are doing it, and yet the nagual guides their every move. In order for that to happen, they have to make themselves available to it. One way is following omens or signs of the spirit, which is what you both did. From that point on, the Nagual was running the show and palying you two baffoons like puppets to do it's will.
Me: He seemed pretty controlled of his actions to me, and he acted witha precision I have never seen anyone else on earth do.
DJ: yes, It may appear so, but that only means he has a cleaner connection to the spirit than you. He calls the Nagual or sppirit with different words. He will teach you them someday.
Me: If he does, we barely have any way to contact one another again.
DJ: Power Provides. Both of you are hooked into something now which is hard to escape from. Both of you have the intent to meet again. He may deny it to himself right now, in the same way in which you hesitated, but eventually you two will have to meet again, it's inescapable right now.
Me: Why did you call him a baffoon.
DJ: He was only a lot better than you at covering up his hesitations and doubts, He's been trained to do this in his spirtual practice, He's a baffoon because he's not 100% sure of himself, just like you are not 100% sure of yourself. I suppose that's why you two are well matched. But still He made himself available to the sppirit and he served as a catalyst for it to descend on you, That's his advantage over you. That is what you may have learn from him someday. If he ever teaches it. The only thing you can do for now is set your intent to meet him again, but Ultimately he decides whether or not you will meet again, He still has the power of choice whether to ignore the spirit or act with it. In a way he is hooked too.
Me: I am definitely hooked. I can't get my encounter with him out of my mind. and Now I see signs of the Nagual wherever I turn.
DJ: That's good then, You are oing your part. You should that hope he does as well.