An interesting Eastern idea is Maya which in the books I read was translated as illusion, but it is more than that it is a personified God: someone in charge of the illusion; and perhaps the illusion itself.
Hinduism is a sophisticated religion: we live under a wishing tree and desires are met; we are serviced. Maya provides the framework for servicing.
But there is another aspect to Hindu thinking: the Law of Karma, which is not a deity. Karma is not personified: it mechanically keeps us chained to the wheel and dispenses rewards and punishments. The wheel is life itself and the prospect of continuous rebirth, which is seen as a bad thing. As we move forward Willy-nilly being alternatively bashed and pleasured by this uncompromising arrangement.
In a sense rewards and punishments are both earned.
This arrangement is unpalatable for any of the more genteel and advanced spirits fortunate enough to come across an enlightened Master or Teacher willing to guide them to their salvation away from all this. They also have to be willing to do the work that the path entails.
The goal and purpose of Hindu based mysticism is to free us from the afore mentioned wheel. And get us outside the purview of Maya. Although I'm not at all clear where that would be. Or if I would really want to go there?
Sunday
Saucer like madness...
I awoke from a nightmare of ALIENS from outer space! Much like movies I used to see at the Pix as a child with the sky full of very metallic looking saucers.
This might suggest where my science fiction dreams come from.
But the aliens weren't sticking around, they were dropping large numbers of other aliens that they considered vermin.
The vermin were about as big as the body and head of a man. Hairy and ugly, they lacked limbs. They were completely helpless but we had to take care of them. They weren't remotely human. Although they had two eyes in the right part of the face, but just looking into them you knew we were not related.
Oddly, each one had an IQ over 200.
Well, we had to deal with all these wretches. But if they were vermin and brilliant what did that make us?
This might suggest where my science fiction dreams come from.
But the aliens weren't sticking around, they were dropping large numbers of other aliens that they considered vermin.
The vermin were about as big as the body and head of a man. Hairy and ugly, they lacked limbs. They were completely helpless but we had to take care of them. They weren't remotely human. Although they had two eyes in the right part of the face, but just looking into them you knew we were not related.
Oddly, each one had an IQ over 200.
Well, we had to deal with all these wretches. But if they were vermin and brilliant what did that make us?
A brief look back
Some years ago I dreamed about a couple of lives that were possibilities for me in either the Roman Empire or far in the future. The life in the past was somewhere on the Mediterranean, perhaps on a island. It was an opportunity for a pleasurable and sensual experience but otherwise uninteresting. Millennia in the future, I had a chance to look back through time at what had been the United States of America.
Layer after layer of civilization, overlay the space that is now the US and I was shocked at how quickly my age was submerged in history. Unexpectedly, we're gone in not that many centuries. It was uncomfortable for me that we were gone so fast and that no one remembered us.
In several thousand years a small group of Hasidim on a side street in one of the burrows of New York City believed that Manhattan was given to them by God; AK47's out and at the ready. Dressed in today's classic gray business suit and dark hat, they were taking their City back.
Why is it that the more things change, the more they stay the same?
Going to an embarkation point for a journey to Europe, I traveled down a broad avenue past the ruins of a contemporary business park, overgrown with palm trees and jungle vegetation. As old as Babylon, or some Inca ruin and just as dead. This was just few years ago, and the dream forecast the collapse of our business civilization.
I flew across the sky from the extreme South West to the South East arcing from Southern California through the upper Midwest, I saw the deserts of the West growing and expanding to meet the deserts of the South East. The upper Midwest was still fertile and green and the green extended north.
Layer after layer of civilization, overlay the space that is now the US and I was shocked at how quickly my age was submerged in history. Unexpectedly, we're gone in not that many centuries. It was uncomfortable for me that we were gone so fast and that no one remembered us.
In several thousand years a small group of Hasidim on a side street in one of the burrows of New York City believed that Manhattan was given to them by God; AK47's out and at the ready. Dressed in today's classic gray business suit and dark hat, they were taking their City back.
Why is it that the more things change, the more they stay the same?
Going to an embarkation point for a journey to Europe, I traveled down a broad avenue past the ruins of a contemporary business park, overgrown with palm trees and jungle vegetation. As old as Babylon, or some Inca ruin and just as dead. This was just few years ago, and the dream forecast the collapse of our business civilization.
I flew across the sky from the extreme South West to the South East arcing from Southern California through the upper Midwest, I saw the deserts of the West growing and expanding to meet the deserts of the South East. The upper Midwest was still fertile and green and the green extended north.
Life in the Box
Imagine a large cavernous gray cement cell then think about a rhinoceros sized blue tear-drop shaped cloud of electrical something slithering energetically around the floor.
Weird, isn't it.
I had been dreaming, and the dream abruptly ended. There I was at rest on the floor of this cubist's cavern, a roiling blob of vibrating energy. It was strangely peaceful although I was very aware of the drone of my vibration. I stayed there momentarily observing the walls, comfortable and content until I decided to create a new dream, and put my cat and all my friends in it.
I powered up, felt myself rev like an engine, and exploded to fill the space; and there I was in the new dream, creating the world exactly as I wanted it.
Weird, isn't it.
I had been dreaming, and the dream abruptly ended. There I was at rest on the floor of this cubist's cavern, a roiling blob of vibrating energy. It was strangely peaceful although I was very aware of the drone of my vibration. I stayed there momentarily observing the walls, comfortable and content until I decided to create a new dream, and put my cat and all my friends in it.
I powered up, felt myself rev like an engine, and exploded to fill the space; and there I was in the new dream, creating the world exactly as I wanted it.
Thursday
A warehouse for the disembodied.
I didn't notice the sky very much, although it must have been colourless and if not black then dark grey with light only on the horizons. As I recall the floor was flat. Perfectly flat as far as you could see, and covered in a perpetual mist a couple of feet deep.
Altogether the place was grey, and shades of grey, and there were people, after a fashion.
My memories of this place are from my time in the Bay Area, that place of fascinating and odd dreams. This place was perfectly peaceful, I wouldn't be surprised to come across a dead person's soul here.
If you saw someone in the distance you might see the outline of a person but if you got closer you would see that they were more folds in the spacial fabric of the place, and not the shape of people, but there would be an odd one or two that would almost appear human. Most weren't recognizable as people until you were up close and could see their faces in their thoughts.
I met someone I knew to be among the living and knew that she had some exciting news for me because as with people in the world, excitement glows with it's own light.
There seemed to be the occasional structure, but nothing planned unless you could call a bathtub and a brick wall someone's design project.
Altogether the place was grey, and shades of grey, and there were people, after a fashion.
My memories of this place are from my time in the Bay Area, that place of fascinating and odd dreams. This place was perfectly peaceful, I wouldn't be surprised to come across a dead person's soul here.
If you saw someone in the distance you might see the outline of a person but if you got closer you would see that they were more folds in the spacial fabric of the place, and not the shape of people, but there would be an odd one or two that would almost appear human. Most weren't recognizable as people until you were up close and could see their faces in their thoughts.
I met someone I knew to be among the living and knew that she had some exciting news for me because as with people in the world, excitement glows with it's own light.
There seemed to be the occasional structure, but nothing planned unless you could call a bathtub and a brick wall someone's design project.
Tuesday
Caiaphas
I should think that ancient Jerusalem would have been made of more than just bland looking mud bricks and stone. Looking down from what looked (to modern me) to be a bridge or a parapet, onto an area outside the city where a roman soldier was standing guard my only thought was that we would be defenseless against Rome.
I was concerned about the number of places where an enemy could easily gain access.
I don't remember if I saw my self in a mirror or not, but I was overweight with a white beard, and hair that I imagined to be almost to my shoulders. The clothing was simple, white/off white and old. I was old.
In this dream I wasn't King, I was more of a high priest, responsible for the welfare of the city and it's defenses.
This odd snippet included the small dimly lit room that I slept in and it's stone walls. I remember knowing that I had the option of having a young woman stay the night with me. An option I declined.
I tried to remember my name, and it came to me: Caiaphas.
I was concerned about the number of places where an enemy could easily gain access.
I don't remember if I saw my self in a mirror or not, but I was overweight with a white beard, and hair that I imagined to be almost to my shoulders. The clothing was simple, white/off white and old. I was old.
In this dream I wasn't King, I was more of a high priest, responsible for the welfare of the city and it's defenses.
This odd snippet included the small dimly lit room that I slept in and it's stone walls. I remember knowing that I had the option of having a young woman stay the night with me. An option I declined.
I tried to remember my name, and it came to me: Caiaphas.
Friday
I try out for the meet and greet crew...
Imagine you've just died. There are a bunch of folks dedicated to helping you along in your journey deeper into the afterlife. At least on a part time basis.
A very good looking actor had died, and a cabin somewhere in the "mountains" had been created for him and he was being brought in through the front door. He was dressed in casual, although dressy slacks and a plaid flannel shirt with a lot of red in it. He was helped to sit on the couch.
He looked a lot younger than he did in real life.
I have a feeling that he wasn't used to moving in his last days because he had to be helped so much. Maybe he was just dazed. There were about four of us involved and the woman to my left, dressed in a casual tweed sport coat and dressy blouse was giving the orders. I was the trainee and not close to the center of what was going on.
She gave the order: "Take his clothes off", and I said, rather socratically: "Is that moral?".
Considering the gentleman's sexual preferences, he may have been more comfortable naked or in pajamas. Or with a friend. It would not have been an issue for him.
She looked at me, I looked at her and I was abruptly gone.
A very good looking actor had died, and a cabin somewhere in the "mountains" had been created for him and he was being brought in through the front door. He was dressed in casual, although dressy slacks and a plaid flannel shirt with a lot of red in it. He was helped to sit on the couch.
He looked a lot younger than he did in real life.
I have a feeling that he wasn't used to moving in his last days because he had to be helped so much. Maybe he was just dazed. There were about four of us involved and the woman to my left, dressed in a casual tweed sport coat and dressy blouse was giving the orders. I was the trainee and not close to the center of what was going on.
She gave the order: "Take his clothes off", and I said, rather socratically: "Is that moral?".
Considering the gentleman's sexual preferences, he may have been more comfortable naked or in pajamas. Or with a friend. It would not have been an issue for him.
She looked at me, I looked at her and I was abruptly gone.
Wednesday
Visions by the Sea.
The film was in color, and the picture was of a young man bathing in a river or lake or sea, there was a lot of sky in the background and the area seemed dry. He was dressed more like John the Baptist than a young Jesus with a rather dark brown tunic and a wide belt. The film talked about him casually, how people had known him in what is now called the Holy Land.
He was engaging with a sense of humor. His only activity was talking to people who, after an afternoon with him remembered him.
It wasn't a very long film: he died penniless with nothing in the picture about a crucifixion; he was buried by the History Guild. A couple of centuries later his life was reinvented in stories that made him seem super-human and suitable as an object of worship.
But I don't think he would have deigned to be a God.
He was engaging with a sense of humor. His only activity was talking to people who, after an afternoon with him remembered him.
It wasn't a very long film: he died penniless with nothing in the picture about a crucifixion; he was buried by the History Guild. A couple of centuries later his life was reinvented in stories that made him seem super-human and suitable as an object of worship.
But I don't think he would have deigned to be a God.
My Supervisor?
I dream about a woman. She's different each time I dream about her.
We don't really have much of a relationship, she's more like a boss. When I'm stuck in a rut she tells me to get moving, and from time to time she drops in to give me direction.
I suspect she has some responsibility for me, and since I frequently complain or do things that are not in my best interest she sends me a picture or does something that has an impact on me.
I will pay attention when sufficiently embarrassed.
I think she got fed up with my complaints a few years ago because she sent me a picture that absolutely humiliated me into stuffing it. I won't go into the details.
She's also responsible for me treating my cat better.
She appeared human in my earlier dreams, but more recently she's just been a focus of deep blue light, darker around the outside and a little lighter in the middle.
I had a very bad night a few years ago, and she rushed to my aid and and literally put me back in my body as I was drifting up into the void.
She seems to respond rather perfunctorily. When the communication is verbal, the words take shape in my mind which is a little strange. I have however heard her supporting whispers when I have fallen into utter despair and she does have a sense of humor.
We don't really have much of a relationship, she's more like a boss. When I'm stuck in a rut she tells me to get moving, and from time to time she drops in to give me direction.
I suspect she has some responsibility for me, and since I frequently complain or do things that are not in my best interest she sends me a picture or does something that has an impact on me.
I will pay attention when sufficiently embarrassed.
I think she got fed up with my complaints a few years ago because she sent me a picture that absolutely humiliated me into stuffing it. I won't go into the details.
She's also responsible for me treating my cat better.
She appeared human in my earlier dreams, but more recently she's just been a focus of deep blue light, darker around the outside and a little lighter in the middle.
I had a very bad night a few years ago, and she rushed to my aid and and literally put me back in my body as I was drifting up into the void.
She seems to respond rather perfunctorily. When the communication is verbal, the words take shape in my mind which is a little strange. I have however heard her supporting whispers when I have fallen into utter despair and she does have a sense of humor.
Tuesday
A rather large fleet...
It will be centuries before we are an entirely space faring race. All memories of life on earth and the planets in this solar system that we will come to inhabit distant and dry.
There is a vast war, and defeat and in the dream I am the commander in charge of the defeated, sending out a rear guard suicide mission. Delay the enemy while the main fleet is able to make good a retreat, although I don't know to where, or if there is a place to retreat to.
The commander of the rear guard action is a Chinese man in his thirties, and I talk with him before I send him to his death. I've served with him over the years and I know him well. I put my arm around his shoulders and I know both the necessity of what I am doing and the sadness of letting an old friend go.
The number of ships that I command are in the thousands, and the rear guard action involves hundreds.
There is a vast war, and defeat and in the dream I am the commander in charge of the defeated, sending out a rear guard suicide mission. Delay the enemy while the main fleet is able to make good a retreat, although I don't know to where, or if there is a place to retreat to.
The commander of the rear guard action is a Chinese man in his thirties, and I talk with him before I send him to his death. I've served with him over the years and I know him well. I put my arm around his shoulders and I know both the necessity of what I am doing and the sadness of letting an old friend go.
The number of ships that I command are in the thousands, and the rear guard action involves hundreds.
California (disaster) dreaming
One of the more entertaining aspects of living in California were the number and quality of the nightmares I had there. It would be euphemistic to just call them dreams.
Imagine a corporate party. Drinks, pastries and a crowd of people on the top floor on one of the taller buildings in downtown San Francisco. The building starts to sway as an earthquake begins. It sways further, back and forth, almost enough to make you sea sick, and we're all expecting it to stop since earth quakes only last a few moments, but this continues. With each sway the building swings further over, and then comes back. I hold my cold mixed drink in my hand and look out the window as the building sways so much that the furniture starts to slide towards me. It doesn't stop, and I hear screams as the building continues on that last sway and begins to collapse.
In one of my first dreams I was merely crushed when an old house collapsed on top of me in an earthquake.
A series of dreams had to do with an "end of the world" scenario where the area had been wiped out in some watery disaster. Tidal waves, land sinking etc. I lived on the beach in a tent for a while. I couldn't find my wife and I lived with some woman I had met after the deluge. We had a child. There were some permanent large public buildings that had survived that were being used for public restrooms and I don't know what else. And then later communities were being built on hilltops because the low lying areas were flooded.
One of my favorite self terminating experiences took place in a modern city on the West Coast, although I wasn't sure which one (and it could happen to any of them). I was in a downtown area, and off in the distance was a wall of water about 40 stories tall crashing through the spaces between the skyscrapers. I was running, looking for a place to get out of the way as it got closer and closer.
It all seemed to wear off after I left.
Imagine a corporate party. Drinks, pastries and a crowd of people on the top floor on one of the taller buildings in downtown San Francisco. The building starts to sway as an earthquake begins. It sways further, back and forth, almost enough to make you sea sick, and we're all expecting it to stop since earth quakes only last a few moments, but this continues. With each sway the building swings further over, and then comes back. I hold my cold mixed drink in my hand and look out the window as the building sways so much that the furniture starts to slide towards me. It doesn't stop, and I hear screams as the building continues on that last sway and begins to collapse.
In one of my first dreams I was merely crushed when an old house collapsed on top of me in an earthquake.
A series of dreams had to do with an "end of the world" scenario where the area had been wiped out in some watery disaster. Tidal waves, land sinking etc. I lived on the beach in a tent for a while. I couldn't find my wife and I lived with some woman I had met after the deluge. We had a child. There were some permanent large public buildings that had survived that were being used for public restrooms and I don't know what else. And then later communities were being built on hilltops because the low lying areas were flooded.
One of my favorite self terminating experiences took place in a modern city on the West Coast, although I wasn't sure which one (and it could happen to any of them). I was in a downtown area, and off in the distance was a wall of water about 40 stories tall crashing through the spaces between the skyscrapers. I was running, looking for a place to get out of the way as it got closer and closer.
It all seemed to wear off after I left.
Monday
Logistics for the big move
At the time of this dream human civilization lives above the clouds in various structures in a low earth orbit. None of these structures resembles what we think of as "space stations" today. They are well within the magnetic field of Earth and therefore protected against various solar depredations.
I dreamed that I was participating in organizing the logistics for the move from low earth orbit to the asteroid belt. At the time I was also dreaming that I could look up into the sky and see what people were living in, sometimes I was looking down from those structures.
In context with other dreams, the moon is settled by then, and Mars as well.
When I dreamed about a field trip to the moon the person giving the tour as we stepped out onto the surface said that much of the (unbreathable) atmosphere came from regolith processing. Why regolith processing?
Back then there was no good reason that I knew of to invest in the moon, and there was nothing valuable in lunar regolith, but now we know that it has fuel for fusion reactors in quantity.
I would imagine that there will be a reason to move to the asteroid belt when the time comes, but we may have to wait a few centuries to find it out.
I dreamed that I was participating in organizing the logistics for the move from low earth orbit to the asteroid belt. At the time I was also dreaming that I could look up into the sky and see what people were living in, sometimes I was looking down from those structures.
In context with other dreams, the moon is settled by then, and Mars as well.
When I dreamed about a field trip to the moon the person giving the tour as we stepped out onto the surface said that much of the (unbreathable) atmosphere came from regolith processing. Why regolith processing?
Back then there was no good reason that I knew of to invest in the moon, and there was nothing valuable in lunar regolith, but now we know that it has fuel for fusion reactors in quantity.
I would imagine that there will be a reason to move to the asteroid belt when the time comes, but we may have to wait a few centuries to find it out.
Friday
I claim to be an Atheist.
We used to sleep on a futon. It's a Japanese mattress, in Japan they're more like quilts and not very thick at all.
But I had had a very bad day - mostly my horrible boss, and I was questioning my presence in California.
I have the unfortunate habit of talking to God, although I'm not a religious person. Basically I claim to be an Atheist.
On that particular evening I was doing more than just talking, I was deeply regretting coming to California. I wasn't blaming God, I was just registering my discontent with my situation. I was bitter. And eventually fell asleep.
Just before morning I was visited by a very bright light, that hung like a sun the size of a basketball in front of me as I sat cross legged on the futon. It said that it had brought me to California to broaden my horizons and showed me images of my future, and the kinds of work situations and technological environments I would be in.
Eventually, I woke up and went back to work.
But I had had a very bad day - mostly my horrible boss, and I was questioning my presence in California.
I have the unfortunate habit of talking to God, although I'm not a religious person. Basically I claim to be an Atheist.
On that particular evening I was doing more than just talking, I was deeply regretting coming to California. I wasn't blaming God, I was just registering my discontent with my situation. I was bitter. And eventually fell asleep.
Just before morning I was visited by a very bright light, that hung like a sun the size of a basketball in front of me as I sat cross legged on the futon. It said that it had brought me to California to broaden my horizons and showed me images of my future, and the kinds of work situations and technological environments I would be in.
Eventually, I woke up and went back to work.
Thursday
Deep Blue and Blue and White
When I dream that someone has died I am literally looking out through their eyes. Unfortunately, first person personal. Each death is unique, but some times I dream about the post death entry into the after life.
Don't even ask if it's real.
The first thing you might notice is an absence. The body has adrenal glands and the brain to operate them, it knows fear and the roiling emotions that constitute life.
Not available.
The first thing I noticed in Ophelia's dream was the blue. Great swaths of color rather than surfaces and without the chaotic substance of material. More dream like than dream since dreams emulate life and engage you physically. This didn't.
I noticed that I was moving, the kind of effortless movement that is without intent and the surroundings were in color but not concrete. Somehow I went from laying down to upright and meeting someone. A young woman with dark hair in a blue dress who was explaining some things to me as we ate Mediterranean cuisine in a crowded cafeteria, eating was so familiar.
I was feeling a little numb, but at least I had a friend.
Don't even ask if it's real.
The first thing you might notice is an absence. The body has adrenal glands and the brain to operate them, it knows fear and the roiling emotions that constitute life.
Not available.
The first thing I noticed in Ophelia's dream was the blue. Great swaths of color rather than surfaces and without the chaotic substance of material. More dream like than dream since dreams emulate life and engage you physically. This didn't.
I noticed that I was moving, the kind of effortless movement that is without intent and the surroundings were in color but not concrete. Somehow I went from laying down to upright and meeting someone. A young woman with dark hair in a blue dress who was explaining some things to me as we ate Mediterranean cuisine in a crowded cafeteria, eating was so familiar.
I was feeling a little numb, but at least I had a friend.
Wednesday
Gone Fishin'
I've enjoyed hiking in Northern California for years and I miss it greatly now that I don't live there anymore.
Once upon a time I dreamed that I was fishing in a remote area. The brown grass, dry vegetation, trees and what I can only call twiggy underbrush seemed to surround me at I moved from the boat which I tied up at the small wooden pier to my old faded green pickup truck, the likes of which seem to be on every California road.
As I started to get into the truck my perspective changed and I moved up towards the sky still looking down at me and the truck, and as I got higher I could see the surrounding hills and part of the water I had been on. There didn't seem to be a lot of people around, and further up I began to see that I was at the extreme north end of the water, and that it was an inland lake or bay that covered the entire floor of the Central Valley extending into Southern California.
Once upon a time I dreamed that I was fishing in a remote area. The brown grass, dry vegetation, trees and what I can only call twiggy underbrush seemed to surround me at I moved from the boat which I tied up at the small wooden pier to my old faded green pickup truck, the likes of which seem to be on every California road.
As I started to get into the truck my perspective changed and I moved up towards the sky still looking down at me and the truck, and as I got higher I could see the surrounding hills and part of the water I had been on. There didn't seem to be a lot of people around, and further up I began to see that I was at the extreme north end of the water, and that it was an inland lake or bay that covered the entire floor of the Central Valley extending into Southern California.
Sunday
Pallas Athena in my dreams
I have a penchant for believing in ideas that are on their face, absurd. For example, I don't believe that the universe actually exists in the concrete way we like to think it does.
I had purchased a book by a French author: Nicole Loraux as translated by Caroline Levine called The Children of Athena. It talks about the ancient Athenians as children of Athena because their creation myth involves the unrequited sperm of a god, Hephaistos dripping off Athena's leg into the fertile earth from which sprang the Athenian race. For those interested the technical term is: autochthony; the first born Athenian was Erichthonios.
I couldn't pronounce it either.
At any rate, after purchasing this book (not because of the naked women on the cover), I had what you might call certain worshipful thoughts about Athena, for whom I have had a certain lustful affection.
Goddesses are attractive in that they can be imagined in any number of ways.
I envied Odysseus's relationship with Her: Brilliance, so seductively close.
I dreamed I was in an agricultural country in ancient times. In the distance, men were harvesting a crop in the fields. I stood before the Palace of the Queen, ancient, stone and marble construction and I was escorted by an older woman into a small room to wait.
A short while later a very young blond girl walked into the room and began dancing, not really paying attention to me. She wore only a sheer white cape that fell from around her throat almost to the floor.
She was not the Athena of my imagination and too young to be physically attractive to me. But it is deliciously entertaining that the book explained that the Goddess conducts "personal" relationships with those she favors with visitations as a young girl.
I wonder if she visited Odysseus that way.
I had purchased a book by a French author: Nicole Loraux as translated by Caroline Levine called The Children of Athena. It talks about the ancient Athenians as children of Athena because their creation myth involves the unrequited sperm of a god, Hephaistos dripping off Athena's leg into the fertile earth from which sprang the Athenian race. For those interested the technical term is: autochthony; the first born Athenian was Erichthonios.
I couldn't pronounce it either.
At any rate, after purchasing this book (not because of the naked women on the cover), I had what you might call certain worshipful thoughts about Athena, for whom I have had a certain lustful affection.
Goddesses are attractive in that they can be imagined in any number of ways.
I envied Odysseus's relationship with Her: Brilliance, so seductively close.
I dreamed I was in an agricultural country in ancient times. In the distance, men were harvesting a crop in the fields. I stood before the Palace of the Queen, ancient, stone and marble construction and I was escorted by an older woman into a small room to wait.
A short while later a very young blond girl walked into the room and began dancing, not really paying attention to me. She wore only a sheer white cape that fell from around her throat almost to the floor.
She was not the Athena of my imagination and too young to be physically attractive to me. But it is deliciously entertaining that the book explained that the Goddess conducts "personal" relationships with those she favors with visitations as a young girl.
I wonder if she visited Odysseus that way.
Wednesday
The buzz of a Bumble Bee
Just a few days before my birthday I had the most bizarre sexual experience of my life. If I hadn't been obsessed with esoteric yogic ideas I would have made something completely different out of it. In yogic circles it is considered the prelude to Samadhi and Enlightenment.
Unfortunately my fingers could not hold the trapeze and I fell off.
An ordinary person might think of it as sex with God - it is that powerful and exhausting.
Kundalini lies coiled around the base of the spine like a serpent, and can be roused to stand erect with the head in the center of the brain.
This experience is one of the goals of Yoga and it can be enlightening, devastating or simply frightening and exhausting.
I have heard horror stories about some people who raise it and have severe problems, but it's not the kind of problem that you can go to the doctor with because they don't believe in it.
I didn't really believe in it either. Like most people I don't believe just because someone told me.
But something started slithering up my back during sitting meditation.
A couple of nights later, I had done my normal meditation and lay down before drifting off to sleep. My mind was unusually calm and I was able to relax my normal mental conversation and become quiet. Then I felt something at the base of my spine that felt erotic. I tried to feel it move back and forth. Something locked in the coccyx. I worked with it.
Something warmly sexual and vibrating emerged.
Imagine a big lumbering bumble bee; deeply throbbing and buzzing, beginning to ascend your spine as you lay relaxed. It is sexual; so sexual you can feel yourself becoming aroused and as you are about to burst forth a deeper feeling hits you and you drop; feel yourself drop through the floor and start to move towards your head.
It was one bizarre all engulfing sensation after another. I panicked and was afraid of fatal consequences. It was that scary; my heart raced.
After the experience, I felt weak and utterly limp, as though my whole body had done things I could never physically do. I slept and was thankful to be alive and uninjured the next morning.
u3C
Unfortunately my fingers could not hold the trapeze and I fell off.
An ordinary person might think of it as sex with God - it is that powerful and exhausting.
Kundalini lies coiled around the base of the spine like a serpent, and can be roused to stand erect with the head in the center of the brain.
This experience is one of the goals of Yoga and it can be enlightening, devastating or simply frightening and exhausting.
I have heard horror stories about some people who raise it and have severe problems, but it's not the kind of problem that you can go to the doctor with because they don't believe in it.
I didn't really believe in it either. Like most people I don't believe just because someone told me.
But something started slithering up my back during sitting meditation.
A couple of nights later, I had done my normal meditation and lay down before drifting off to sleep. My mind was unusually calm and I was able to relax my normal mental conversation and become quiet. Then I felt something at the base of my spine that felt erotic. I tried to feel it move back and forth. Something locked in the coccyx. I worked with it.
Something warmly sexual and vibrating emerged.
Imagine a big lumbering bumble bee; deeply throbbing and buzzing, beginning to ascend your spine as you lay relaxed. It is sexual; so sexual you can feel yourself becoming aroused and as you are about to burst forth a deeper feeling hits you and you drop; feel yourself drop through the floor and start to move towards your head.
It was one bizarre all engulfing sensation after another. I panicked and was afraid of fatal consequences. It was that scary; my heart raced.
After the experience, I felt weak and utterly limp, as though my whole body had done things I could never physically do. I slept and was thankful to be alive and uninjured the next morning.
u3C
I Want Sex with that Mountain.
San Francisco. Bustling, crowded, Asian and the trolley buses going up and down the hills are a unique experience for the uninitiated trying to make it to the next interview. Up hills, down hills. Certain that I had blown the interview I prepared myself and my wife for disappointment.
I knew I had failed. I would not be near my sisters children for whom I felt a responsibility. I was angry, and in my anger I screamed inside my mind, "Why?" "Why? Why can't I." I felt I had stepped out on a limb for people I cared about, and it was giving way.
San Francisco is cold, even in the summertime and in a three piece wool suit and here I was traipsing from job interview to job interview. At first I had confidence and thought I had done pretty well, but after a few days of failure I was beaten down. Broken.
At my last interview I was most incapable.
Before dawn on the day before we would leave I had a dream: I saw the hills of the City from the air without buildings, just bare sand colored rock without earth or covering of any kind. One hill in particular attracted me and I melted into it; it was conscious and feminine and a feeling of warmth and substance went up my spine and dripped out between my vertebra.
I awoke feeling utterly at home in San Francisco with a new attitude towards the City. Naturally I was hired. But that morning I knew I would be.
I knew I had failed. I would not be near my sisters children for whom I felt a responsibility. I was angry, and in my anger I screamed inside my mind, "Why?" "Why? Why can't I." I felt I had stepped out on a limb for people I cared about, and it was giving way.
San Francisco is cold, even in the summertime and in a three piece wool suit and here I was traipsing from job interview to job interview. At first I had confidence and thought I had done pretty well, but after a few days of failure I was beaten down. Broken.
At my last interview I was most incapable.
Before dawn on the day before we would leave I had a dream: I saw the hills of the City from the air without buildings, just bare sand colored rock without earth or covering of any kind. One hill in particular attracted me and I melted into it; it was conscious and feminine and a feeling of warmth and substance went up my spine and dripped out between my vertebra.
I awoke feeling utterly at home in San Francisco with a new attitude towards the City. Naturally I was hired. But that morning I knew I would be.
Tuesday
Another Schizoid Fantasy: Welcome to the Underworld Mr. President
I have at times the distasteful pleasure of being other people. From time to time I know who they are and the events can unfortunately be real. I could list instances other than this, I won't.
There is an enormous military installation, underground, so secret it is only shown to Republican Presidents. A seemingly industrial setting, and I shall have to rely on a few brief memories (from the President's mind):
Imagine a stocky Southerner in his mid 50's, short hair, a short sleeve white shirt and dark tie who exudes that special down home comfort and Christian certainty. He's leaning with his hand against a rail, utterly at ease on what looks like either a raised platform or the top of a flight of metal stairs and he is explaining some of the local capabilities to a newly elected US President like he might talk about his fishing tackle: genetic engineering from alien DNA, human-alien hybrids, anti-gravity, the list is quite extensive.
The last thing I remember is him nodding and saying in that special down home way: “We read minds, too.” Giving away the fact that he wasn't quite human himself.
Somewhere nearby by I saw a tall very thin gentleman of ordinary northern latitude Caucasian complexion in dress blue Air Force uniform walking along without a patch of hair on his head and a hat size much too big for regular folks.
There is an enormous military installation, underground, so secret it is only shown to Republican Presidents. A seemingly industrial setting, and I shall have to rely on a few brief memories (from the President's mind):
Imagine a stocky Southerner in his mid 50's, short hair, a short sleeve white shirt and dark tie who exudes that special down home comfort and Christian certainty. He's leaning with his hand against a rail, utterly at ease on what looks like either a raised platform or the top of a flight of metal stairs and he is explaining some of the local capabilities to a newly elected US President like he might talk about his fishing tackle: genetic engineering from alien DNA, human-alien hybrids, anti-gravity, the list is quite extensive.
The last thing I remember is him nodding and saying in that special down home way: “We read minds, too.” Giving away the fact that he wasn't quite human himself.
Somewhere nearby by I saw a tall very thin gentleman of ordinary northern latitude Caucasian complexion in dress blue Air Force uniform walking along without a patch of hair on his head and a hat size much too big for regular folks.
Friday
Ruffles Have Ridges...
I awoke one morning and ran my fingers over the top of my head and felt my ridge growing. It wasn't quite grown yet, but it was coming in. Just like certain other things grow about puberty time.
I was female in this dream. And pretty much bald, just a peach fuzz for hair.
My ridge grew down the center of the top of my head and came in nicely. Imagine, a fleshy, cartilaginous crest right where a Mohawk would be, although narrower and covered with skin.
As time went by, and as the ridge grew my ability to converse with people mentally got better and I engaged in such conversations when people were visiting. People with fully grown ridges.
I was female in this dream. And pretty much bald, just a peach fuzz for hair.
My ridge grew down the center of the top of my head and came in nicely. Imagine, a fleshy, cartilaginous crest right where a Mohawk would be, although narrower and covered with skin.
As time went by, and as the ridge grew my ability to converse with people mentally got better and I engaged in such conversations when people were visiting. People with fully grown ridges.
Saturday
I Often Wonder at the Evolutionary Twists and Turns that made him Bleach White
But he was large. Not King-Kong but a good eight to twelve feet in height with bulk to match. Inside an all white space suite with the helmet off, obviously human. Large domineering nose and bulbous head, but perfectly in proportion for someone so large.
I don't remember a thing he said, but we seemed to converse for quite a while. Me in my long brown and multi-striped terry-cloth bathrobe feeling like my brain just wasn't big enough to compete with his.
I don't remember a thing he said, but we seemed to converse for quite a while. Me in my long brown and multi-striped terry-cloth bathrobe feeling like my brain just wasn't big enough to compete with his.
Monday
Die Quietly
Die as your friends keep you company.
A death long in coming, fits and starts, avoided, contained and then blossoming forth: ominous and cruel.
No one told me he would die that day at that time and I didn't know him that well but I saw who was there.
I could not stay awake on a Saturday afternoon at 4:00. When I fell asleep I experienced his death personally. It was dramatic and horrifying. Death personified striding though the streets towards me a giant Red Devil with Horns. My friends took on cartoon like faces as the world became eerily misty and pale.
The walls of the apartment fell away into spacious white air and I was gone.
A death long in coming, fits and starts, avoided, contained and then blossoming forth: ominous and cruel.
No one told me he would die that day at that time and I didn't know him that well but I saw who was there.
I could not stay awake on a Saturday afternoon at 4:00. When I fell asleep I experienced his death personally. It was dramatic and horrifying. Death personified striding though the streets towards me a giant Red Devil with Horns. My friends took on cartoon like faces as the world became eerily misty and pale.
The walls of the apartment fell away into spacious white air and I was gone.
Rejected by the Heavenly Hostess
Some years ago I visited San Diego as part of a software expo. After a protein bar for dinner I decided to get a drink in what passed for a pub at the hotel. The wine was good, and I after they showed me a menu, I foolishly decided to stay for dinner. I ate much too much.
Later I went to bed and I felt horrible. I wanted to vomit but couldn't. A cold feeling was slowly creeping up my spine.
I managed to drift off to fitful sleep and towards morning I was a sky blue blob of light rocketing out into space and as I looked back at earth over my proverbial shoulder I said to my self: “that life is over”. I was as dead, and it didn't seem terribly upsetting to me; I just wanted to get moving to my next appointment.
As I sped away, I saw a blue light in the distance that seemed to have a woman's outline; just the outline, nothing else substantial. Perhaps someone I knew? She came closer, and as I joyfully joined her and we touched, I woke up.
Or came out of it. Much like out of anesthesia. No intermission between night sky flying and abrupt daylight, the hotel room, my headache. My chest hurt.
I felt as though I had been put back to a not very welcoming body. Had I been rejected by the Heavenly Hostess?
Later I went to bed and I felt horrible. I wanted to vomit but couldn't. A cold feeling was slowly creeping up my spine.
I managed to drift off to fitful sleep and towards morning I was a sky blue blob of light rocketing out into space and as I looked back at earth over my proverbial shoulder I said to my self: “that life is over”. I was as dead, and it didn't seem terribly upsetting to me; I just wanted to get moving to my next appointment.
As I sped away, I saw a blue light in the distance that seemed to have a woman's outline; just the outline, nothing else substantial. Perhaps someone I knew? She came closer, and as I joyfully joined her and we touched, I woke up.
Or came out of it. Much like out of anesthesia. No intermission between night sky flying and abrupt daylight, the hotel room, my headache. My chest hurt.
I felt as though I had been put back to a not very welcoming body. Had I been rejected by the Heavenly Hostess?
I dream of ice, among other things...
I often wonder what kind of world my dreams really talk about. The dreams themselves seem real enough, as if my mind had been placed in some other body and allowed to view a moment or a day. I ask: does my mind have this incredible gift for working out painfully odd details, such as the lunar atmosphere heavily laced with xenon gas, or the odd little wooden structures lived in by Martian colonists. At the time I didn’t know that xenon could be used to add weight to a lunar atmosphere – I had to read up on xenon afterwards to understand what I was dreaming about. And those little dried houses looked so out of place on Mars they would have been more appropriate on some little back wood trail somewhere.
Some dreams seem to me to take place in the distant past and some far in the future. In one dream years in the future on the North American continent no one remembers the United States of America.
So what do my dreams (if they can be believed) say happens?
First we have an ice age. In Canada, I am a red haired businessman of normal height getting off a train onto a platform. I look around at the poured concrete and think to myself: “This was made in the 20th Century”. As if it is some old and exotic age. I have a khaki colored raincoat on like the London Fog raincoats popular a few years ago; I’m wearing a suit or sport coat and a tie with a white shirt. Police are handing out clear plastic rain coats at a table near me, and I look back at the train and see a very strange train because it has cork screw like threads around it’s cylindrical cars. Designed to go through ice and snow which there is plenty of as I look around.
For those of you unfamiliar with global warming scenarios, and I was not when I had the dream, some of them involve an ice age.
Some dreams seem to me to take place in the distant past and some far in the future. In one dream years in the future on the North American continent no one remembers the United States of America.
So what do my dreams (if they can be believed) say happens?
First we have an ice age. In Canada, I am a red haired businessman of normal height getting off a train onto a platform. I look around at the poured concrete and think to myself: “This was made in the 20th Century”. As if it is some old and exotic age. I have a khaki colored raincoat on like the London Fog raincoats popular a few years ago; I’m wearing a suit or sport coat and a tie with a white shirt. Police are handing out clear plastic rain coats at a table near me, and I look back at the train and see a very strange train because it has cork screw like threads around it’s cylindrical cars. Designed to go through ice and snow which there is plenty of as I look around.
For those of you unfamiliar with global warming scenarios, and I was not when I had the dream, some of them involve an ice age.
Sunday
deep royal blue
A human world completely conquered by a reptilian species that in the distance could be mistaken for human. Up close of course the differences were unmistakable: to a human at least
Because of an inability to see in the spectrum we consider normal, they had trouble distinguishing between us and them. The heat signature was about the same; the shape size and all except for skin and some details such as a lack of body hair, ears, nose and some differences in head shape we were almost indistinguishable.
But a human would know.
They were a little darker than royal blue; with almost an alligator like pattern to their snake like skin.
There was a human resistance; but the blue snake skin creatures actually employed guard dogs of a sort. Humans trained to detect humans.
Because of an inability to see in the spectrum we consider normal, they had trouble distinguishing between us and them. The heat signature was about the same; the shape size and all except for skin and some details such as a lack of body hair, ears, nose and some differences in head shape we were almost indistinguishable.
But a human would know.
They were a little darker than royal blue; with almost an alligator like pattern to their snake like skin.
There was a human resistance; but the blue snake skin creatures actually employed guard dogs of a sort. Humans trained to detect humans.
Saturday
a different blue moon
It is night. Cold and winter; a small amount of ice is on the ground. Trees limbs are bare on a side street in a hilly campus area with wide lawns covered with dead grass.
I am the only person walking down a sidewalk beside rows of parked cars. The streets seem abandoned and I pull my long tweed coat closer against the cold.
When I look up into the night sky there is a bright blue world the color of a gas flame surrounded by a deep blue corona where I expect to see the moon. Uranus, perhaps?
I look across the lawn at a large brick building. It groans as it begins to lose it's grip on it's foundation. It pauses a moment as if taking stock and begins to slowly rise.
Other things begin to lose their mooring as the great world above us swings by in orbit - rocks, cars - the earth itself and I desperate and clinging to a tree feel myself fall in the direction of the sky.
I am the only person walking down a sidewalk beside rows of parked cars. The streets seem abandoned and I pull my long tweed coat closer against the cold.
When I look up into the night sky there is a bright blue world the color of a gas flame surrounded by a deep blue corona where I expect to see the moon. Uranus, perhaps?
I look across the lawn at a large brick building. It groans as it begins to lose it's grip on it's foundation. It pauses a moment as if taking stock and begins to slowly rise.
Other things begin to lose their mooring as the great world above us swings by in orbit - rocks, cars - the earth itself and I desperate and clinging to a tree feel myself fall in the direction of the sky.
Sunday
A world entirely for Muslims
When the dream started, I thought I was looking back in time to a Muslim world with a teacher and a small group of students sitting under a palm tree somewhere in the desert or a place with a similarly dry climate.
The teacher was wearing the kind of priests collar, long sleeve, black formal attire that you might have found back in the middle ages. They were using books and the students were in robes. Their world was Muslim, and the entire place resembled the Middle East in topography. They were talking about the West in an historical sense and it's importance to them. How the West had been God's instrument in moving humankind, them and those who worshiped Allah off the world and onto this other world. This immense world.
And then the picture shifted, and I moved out into space to see the world they were on and it didn't resemble our world at all, but a large asteroid that was about the thickness of the Earth. Largely and smooth like a pebble that had been lying on a riverbed. An odd shaped world circling an immense star that had a carrying capacity much greater than a planet like Earth.
The teacher was wearing the kind of priests collar, long sleeve, black formal attire that you might have found back in the middle ages. They were using books and the students were in robes. Their world was Muslim, and the entire place resembled the Middle East in topography. They were talking about the West in an historical sense and it's importance to them. How the West had been God's instrument in moving humankind, them and those who worshiped Allah off the world and onto this other world. This immense world.
And then the picture shifted, and I moved out into space to see the world they were on and it didn't resemble our world at all, but a large asteroid that was about the thickness of the Earth. Largely and smooth like a pebble that had been lying on a riverbed. An odd shaped world circling an immense star that had a carrying capacity much greater than a planet like Earth.
Thursday
A Smidgen More About That Nasty War
Hawaii or Florida come to mind because you could see the ocean or the bay from the kitchen window. Isn't it always sunny in places like that? Just the day to begin with a cup of coffee and breakfast with a friend.
Looking out the kitchen window there are explosions in the water. They rise up in enormous black clouds that go unbelievably high. We started running. The homes were built around a square, like at a mall, and there was a square fountain with walls about two feet tall, and I tried to make my way to it thinking that if I could get down behind it would block the explosions that I could not possibly outrun. That was the last bit of that scene: trying to run to that wall and throw my self behind it.
Clothing seems pretty much like it is today, so I'm guessing it isn't too far into the future.
Somewhere in a self appointed corn field I was late to a meeting of resistance organizers. Again I seemed to be running until I could see the low lying office complex that the meeting was in. At about the same time in the distance I saw an object hovering. I threw my self on the ground and prayed that I had not been spotted, then slowly , almost lazily it moved from where it was above the small river over to the complex to a point approximately above where the meeting was at that moment being held. It was mirrored, perfectly oval and began emitting some kind of radiation from it's entire under surface that was intense enough to cause visible distortion as I looked though it.
I had a sense of a war going on that we were not winning. I felt bitter that we had contacted these creatures; like it was somehow our fault.
We never saw the enemy. They were the ultimate enigma.
I felt that this went on for quite some time.
Sunshine Through the Window of a Train
I'm sometimes surprised by the mix of the commonplace and the strange. A train ride on a sunny day. On the surface of the moon.
Phil
It was as sunny as your wildest dreams of southern California, and the houses were just as bland looking. But it was a real city: flat roofed houses with few dark windows placed high and very small. Very dark windows. My wife and I were were talking about moving here. And the question came up about air – there was no air outside, but air inside your house is a utility, like gas, metered.
I was all excited, I wanted to move there and we were basically making plans to do that. Although I didn't know the size of the city, it seemed to me to have been there a while. If you were to take a BART ride around the Bay Area you might get a feeling for what it was like. Or at least what the view was like. Although the train was nicer than a BART car.
Another strange after image of the dream was my hope that in the future the world would be a kind of socialist paradise, a Utopian dream. No, it too is a triumph of Capitalism. It's the same world stupid. It's just older. Dashed my hopes.Phil
at home in low earth orbit; violated
Think low earth orbit; places to live in space: saucer shaped - yes, just like those kind. They looked off white or yellow. The hatch was at the bottom and they had no windows.
There is a regulation that the hatch cannot be locked. The reason is someone may want to get in, and if they don't they could die. It is a house in vacuum and like a ship on the open sea must bring on board those who are adrift.
In the distance they hang off of a geodesic set of struts roughly cylindrical in outline. There may be half a dozen of these objects hanging from this scaffolding, obtaining their gravity by the spin of the whole thing.
Contrast this with the “space station” you might have read about in the 50's schoolbook, or now in some science fiction program on television. I like to think this is more practical.
Anyway it seemed that's how people lived in space.
In this dream I was a cop investigating a rape, talking to the victim afterwords. She looked beanpole thin, but strong. Wearing a turtle neck brown body suit that looked utilitarian and comfortable. She had the option of having an abortion but she refused it. Principled.
I suited up and went outside to look around but couldn't see anything. The suit wasn't quite what I imagined, although it was white. It almost had a stove pipe faceplate so I could see things in the distance.
There is a regulation that the hatch cannot be locked. The reason is someone may want to get in, and if they don't they could die. It is a house in vacuum and like a ship on the open sea must bring on board those who are adrift.
In the distance they hang off of a geodesic set of struts roughly cylindrical in outline. There may be half a dozen of these objects hanging from this scaffolding, obtaining their gravity by the spin of the whole thing.
Contrast this with the “space station” you might have read about in the 50's schoolbook, or now in some science fiction program on television. I like to think this is more practical.
Anyway it seemed that's how people lived in space.
In this dream I was a cop investigating a rape, talking to the victim afterwords. She looked beanpole thin, but strong. Wearing a turtle neck brown body suit that looked utilitarian and comfortable. She had the option of having an abortion but she refused it. Principled.
I suited up and went outside to look around but couldn't see anything. The suit wasn't quite what I imagined, although it was white. It almost had a stove pipe faceplate so I could see things in the distance.
Tuesday
In the Beginning
The dream began with a confrontation off the surface of Earth between a line of ships from the earth and a line of ships from someplace else. You could tell which was which because the ships built by people did not look smooth and mirror surfaced like the alien vessels. The alien ships were uniform in size and roughly saucer shape. The human ships seemed to have windows, and I was looking out of one of them.
All the ships were "saucer" shaped, but the human ones weren't quite so perfect.
I can imagine the shock in the people in the ships on the human side. A grid formed out of light from under the bellies of the alien ships - it grew until it was under all the ships. Dark orange figures emerged through the hulls of the mirrored ships and began to walk towards the human ships. They looked human, or seemed to have a human shape. They approached and could then be seen more closely by the shocked occupants. They didn't look normal. There was something not quite human about them as they stepped through the walls of the human ships and started to murder the occupants one by one.
The two really strange things were that the orange things were killing them with some kind of hand tool and before I was killed I saw that the creature had no face.
All the ships were "saucer" shaped, but the human ones weren't quite so perfect.
I can imagine the shock in the people in the ships on the human side. A grid formed out of light from under the bellies of the alien ships - it grew until it was under all the ships. Dark orange figures emerged through the hulls of the mirrored ships and began to walk towards the human ships. They looked human, or seemed to have a human shape. They approached and could then be seen more closely by the shocked occupants. They didn't look normal. There was something not quite human about them as they stepped through the walls of the human ships and started to murder the occupants one by one.
The two really strange things were that the orange things were killing them with some kind of hand tool and before I was killed I saw that the creature had no face.
Friday
lunar field trip
I think it was a field trip, because it was a visit to the moon and I was trying to decide if I wanted to live there or on Mars.
When I thought of Mars, I thought of a place that was like a high altitude region of Earth. Thin atmosphere, like living in Denver; red earth and mountains.
I imagined the steep red mountains. clouds and dark blue sky of Mars.
I was inside an area of a large building that looked, if not industrial then public or institutional. The walls were concrete, as was the floor and painted white. The floor was an institutional gray. There was a metal stairway. I and some others were shown into an air lock, and given little air masks and small canisters of air. We were told not to breathe the air outside.
We had a question and answer session and we asked about the atmosphere, where it came from and what it had in it. It had some oxygen but was unbreathable. There was some Xenon in it. It was largely heavy gasses - so it would stay on the moon.
It would be chilly outside, I was wearing a light red windbreaker. The clothing was just like the stuff we wear today.
The door/airlock was large, oval shaped and looked heavy.
It was night, and we stepped out on a flat gray surface and walked around. I looked up at the stars and noticed that the sky was black and the stars shone steadily. It was a little discomforting and I decided right there that Mars would suite me better. At least it had a blue sky.
When I thought of Mars, I thought of a place that was like a high altitude region of Earth. Thin atmosphere, like living in Denver; red earth and mountains.
I imagined the steep red mountains. clouds and dark blue sky of Mars.
I was inside an area of a large building that looked, if not industrial then public or institutional. The walls were concrete, as was the floor and painted white. The floor was an institutional gray. There was a metal stairway. I and some others were shown into an air lock, and given little air masks and small canisters of air. We were told not to breathe the air outside.
We had a question and answer session and we asked about the atmosphere, where it came from and what it had in it. It had some oxygen but was unbreathable. There was some Xenon in it. It was largely heavy gasses - so it would stay on the moon.
It would be chilly outside, I was wearing a light red windbreaker. The clothing was just like the stuff we wear today.
The door/airlock was large, oval shaped and looked heavy.
It was night, and we stepped out on a flat gray surface and walked around. I looked up at the stars and noticed that the sky was black and the stars shone steadily. It was a little discomforting and I decided right there that Mars would suite me better. At least it had a blue sky.
Wednesday
I have these peculiar dreams...
I was much surprised, to find myself standing on the moon and asking myself as I looked up at that black sky, "could I really stand living here?"
At one time I was an enthusiast for living in space, but aside from reading a little about Lagrange points, I didn't know very much about it.
Why would anyone want to live above the sky?
I would imagine my interest in the topic was the impetus for the dreams.
Space stations, aliens, and nasty aliens have been in my dreams for quite some time.
Although contact with some aliens was neutral. For example, there is an instance where an alien ship has crashed, and I dreamed I was one of the contemporary scientists trying to communicate with it. I remember interviewing it in the open air, we didn't know what to feed him so we gave him graham crackers soaked in milk. He seemed like a he.
We were able to converse, and he was quite critical of the human race, although I don't remember the details. He was quite large, as though a great bald fat man with a rough orange hide were sitting comfortably in the shade.
I wasn't aware of his ultimate disposition.
I find it strange that my dreams are as detailed and seemingly correct in their interpretation of what living on the moon and in space would be like.
On what was a ride on a light rail system over an urban landscape, it seemed much like a ride on the BART on a sunny day. Except that the houses were constructed differently specifically not to admit much sunlight.
In the dream my mind was on the fact that air was a utility that had to be piped to the house like cooking gas.
The sun was much brighter than I had imagined it could be. Sunlight on the moon is not conditioned and filtered as sunlight is on earth. More than a sunburns' worth of radiation.
On the train ride I did not look up to see the sky, but the landscape was so bright and interesting that I kept my eye on that. On a sunny day (every "day") the moon is extremely bright, I was actually shocked by it when I woke up. I had for some unknown reason not expected such light on the lunar surface.
I had two dreams about the moon, and I'm not sure which came first because the second one (the one with the train) seemed to have no atmosphere. And the first one had a heavy gas atmosphere which included xenon.
Who said dreams are sensible?
The "space stations" looked much more practical than the ones you see either on TV or in science fiction movies, or the ones I read about in grade school. Imagine a core tubular geodesic framework with large pods hung off it at intervals, and the whole thing rotated for gravity. Want to add more living space, extend the core geodesic and add some more pods.
The real evaluation can only take place as the centuries click by, unless things move much faster than I can imagine which is very possible.
u3C
At one time I was an enthusiast for living in space, but aside from reading a little about Lagrange points, I didn't know very much about it.
Why would anyone want to live above the sky?
I would imagine my interest in the topic was the impetus for the dreams.
Space stations, aliens, and nasty aliens have been in my dreams for quite some time.
Although contact with some aliens was neutral. For example, there is an instance where an alien ship has crashed, and I dreamed I was one of the contemporary scientists trying to communicate with it. I remember interviewing it in the open air, we didn't know what to feed him so we gave him graham crackers soaked in milk. He seemed like a he.
We were able to converse, and he was quite critical of the human race, although I don't remember the details. He was quite large, as though a great bald fat man with a rough orange hide were sitting comfortably in the shade.
I wasn't aware of his ultimate disposition.
I find it strange that my dreams are as detailed and seemingly correct in their interpretation of what living on the moon and in space would be like.
On what was a ride on a light rail system over an urban landscape, it seemed much like a ride on the BART on a sunny day. Except that the houses were constructed differently specifically not to admit much sunlight.
In the dream my mind was on the fact that air was a utility that had to be piped to the house like cooking gas.
The sun was much brighter than I had imagined it could be. Sunlight on the moon is not conditioned and filtered as sunlight is on earth. More than a sunburns' worth of radiation.
On the train ride I did not look up to see the sky, but the landscape was so bright and interesting that I kept my eye on that. On a sunny day (every "day") the moon is extremely bright, I was actually shocked by it when I woke up. I had for some unknown reason not expected such light on the lunar surface.
I had two dreams about the moon, and I'm not sure which came first because the second one (the one with the train) seemed to have no atmosphere. And the first one had a heavy gas atmosphere which included xenon.
Who said dreams are sensible?
The "space stations" looked much more practical than the ones you see either on TV or in science fiction movies, or the ones I read about in grade school. Imagine a core tubular geodesic framework with large pods hung off it at intervals, and the whole thing rotated for gravity. Want to add more living space, extend the core geodesic and add some more pods.
The real evaluation can only take place as the centuries click by, unless things move much faster than I can imagine which is very possible.
u3C
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