The Job to Build a Better Technology

Well I must have been getting desperate for a job or Barb must be getting even more desperate. Barb and I were petitioning to become Jewish citizens so that I could go to work building a technology plan for a new land. Barb had evidently set up for me to fill out an extensive application that was also testing. I was taking a nap and over-slept the appointment by a half an hour.  When I got to the table and started on the application they told Barbara they would have been upset if they had waited for too long and I had not gotten up and out there.  I filled out the papers while around me were many Jewish people that were doing various things that seemed to be of an important nature. 

It was a very long extensive set of documents.  As I worked on the paperwork a lady came up to me and made it known that she was the writer of the test and that it was important because indeed I would be writing a technology plan and that was far more important.  At that time I had already filled out page after page of information and testing.  I got to a page that had a long list of money figures listed in a column and I was supposed to do the math down the list in my head.  I looked around for scratch paper and none was offered.   The list looked something like this. 
     $12,458.34
   -    3,365.08
      +     24.00

Space Music

There were about a dozen of us that were residents of a space ship.  On this day our only means of listening to music was not working.  I was told about the situation and I was taking on the project of fixing the problem. A lot of the problem was PC based.  We had a PC built into a console at the front of the craft and I was troubleshooting it.  I did a bit of re-configuration and rebooted the computer a couple of times and it appeared that it was still broken and could not download the catalog of CD or Mp-3 files for us to play. I was a bit on edge as was the others.  Our music meant a great
deal to us. 

We had another piece of equipment, which was the main interface from which we chose our music and I started in on it next.  For those of you old enough to remember the diners that had the jukebox selections available
in a convenient table-top, bubble-glass miniature of the larger machine that is what I was working with.  For those of you that do not recall these machines I will attempt to draw a word picture for you.  Most of you must have seen a jukebox in your life time, you know the large bubble-glass and chrome machines where we punch a combination of numbers such as B-3 into and choose our music.  The difference here is that the one I was about to work on was a 12 inch miniature mounted on the wall. 

I rebooted this little machine as well. It generated an error which flashed by very quickly.  I did, however, get a printout of the error generated.  It was an exception 03 and further details were generated on a half of a sheet of printer paper.  I was looking over the details when I noticed a nozzle within the machine spraying a WD-40 type fluid on a silver-dollar sized area.  When this was done the machine was fixed and I was very relieved. The thought of living without music was not a nice thought.

A new way to shop but you better be good at hiding it!

I went around department stores from merchandise to merchandise, Jeans, glassware, knick-knacks and accessories.  I was not there to pick my size or particularly to pick my style I was there to add the hidden goodies that a person can obtain if you could go to the properties of the merchandise much as we would go to properties in a program or object on our computers. Choose the right option and you now have some goodies. Nice stuff!  Of course you must do this on the sly it is not going to be something that the stores or others would particularly like. The tough part is afterward however when I have to hide the article somewhere it isn't likely to be seen for a time while I cashed in on my haul.  If I did catch me they would know what I had done and look for other articles molested by me and I would have to turn everything I had worked for.  This was not something I wanted to do.

Cleaning up life - Not as it seems

I was on a cleanup detail with my two partners and we had sent in to clean out all the growing exotic bio humanoids that were in a particular area.  All three of us carried a powerful scatter gun and one trigger pull put out endless big time ammo.  I was left to guard the road and their backs as they made it through the growing field.  They stood some ten feet apart and watched that their shots were in front and not to the side where it could endanger their partner.  They used a wide scatter pattern and swept the ground at back and forth.  Between the two of them fully covering a good 30 feet wide path and in the middle overlapping so as not to miss a section.  They looked practiced and this was not something that was difficult for them.  As I watched and they cleared the land I could see the bullets popping up the brush and the small, dark and alien looking bodies of the growing brood. I wasn't pleased with what we were doing at all!

All about Dream Interpretation

From Ancient Man forward there has been a belief in Dream Interpretation. Dream interpretation is the process of assigning meaning to dreams. More specifically often the belief that our dreams can tell us about ourselves and possibly what may be coming for us.  Ancient Greece, Egypt and Rome all believed in Dream Interpretation.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream_interpretation 
http://library.thinkquest.org/11189/drmhist.htm
http://www.springerlink.com/content/x6131582q56u735k/

Sigmund Freud later was a great believer in the meanings in dreams and most people to this day have heard some of this belief.

http://www.dreammoods.com/dreaminformation/dreamtheory/freud.htm

Edgar Cayce was well known for his delving into Dream Analysis
http://www.edgarcayce.org/are/edgarcayce.aspx?id=2255

Now there is a wide range of beliefs that have grown around Dream Interpretation and most people have at one time or another wondered what their dreams meant and many have gone so far as to look into it through the Internet or Books and even Psychoanalysts have delved into Dream Meaning.

http://www.dreammoods.com/
http://www.dreamota.com/
http://bit.ly/aoA90O
http://www.dreammoods.com/
http://health.howstuffworks.com/mental-health/sleep/dreams/interpreting-your-dreams.htm

Psychics are now offering their help in our understanding of our dreams.
http://www.psychicguild.com/dream.php

Scientists are studying our dreams.
http://health.howstuffworks.com/mental-health/sleep/dreams/interpreting-your-dreams.htm

There is also Jewelry created around this topic.
http://www.experiencefestival.com/dream_dictionary_necklace


So dig into all of this at your leisure and as deep as you might want starting with these links and then find what you believe and find more specific links. If you do this please share with me and the readers of this blog.  I would be very interested in knowing what is found.

Elevators, Building Tops and a bit of death

I was at a University and running around from floor to floor and building to building.  Floor to floor was done in a series of Elevators.  Some going half the full distance a switchover then goes the rest of the distance. This sort of system done to speed up the overall time for all passengers.  I was after the gold.  There was a game interface on the inside of the elevator cabin and on the outside on the wall near the elevator.  For those of us that knew what to do we could tap the proper sequence on the interface and collect the gold that was there for the taking.  Of course I had to ride the elevators because as greedy as I am I wanted all the gold in every building in every way!

After some travel around the system of elevators and buildings I found myself in the position of trying to keep myself away from anyone that might know me.  I felt that I was not to be seen.  Much of the feeling to stay hidden came when I saw a fellow die right in front of my eyes.  His arm up to his shoulder was in the Elevator door but as most elevators do it did not open for him instead it continued on its multi-floor travel ripping his arm and shoulder off to plop at my feet.  Later I saw it had done more damage than I had first imagined and he was laying dead on the floor with blood gushing from a large gaping wound.  For some ridiculous reason his tie stood out in my mind and I could see what used to be a very classy and colorful tie now a blood smeared mess.

Instead of sticking to the elevator as meant to use I was now moving around the system but on top of the elevator through the hatch at the top of the elevator cabin.  I could then also see some of the havoc going on from floor to floor when the elevator would stop and I could see through a sliver of eye space. After some time I found myself on top of one of the buildings and I was about to die.

A Great Way to Go and also The Children Tucked Away

                                    A Great Way to Go

I was motivating down a sidewalk on my rear-end.  It was as though this was the only good way to get from place-to-place with speed and style.  The few things that made this odd was that there was a man beside me that I was passing on the right and somehow I felt he was doing something to irritate me.  The other thing was that I was holding a pair of pliers in my right hand and dangling something off the end of them.

The Children Tucked Away

This night I was visiting a lady that was a friend.  We were in jovial conversation.  I was talking to her and said hello to her children.  I talked first to her daughter, which was tucked away inside of a makeup container about the size of a small Noxzema jar.  It seemed normal enough at the time.  She made mention of her brother and I looked over to see him tucked safely away in a small, elongated box about 9 inches long that was made out of a thin cardboard on two sides and see-through plastic on the other two.  It reminded me of the plastic boxes some times used to wrap roses.  

Landing on the Moon

When we landed on the moon we were in a small craft very similar to the Apollo rockets.   We slowly inched down to a raised mound of rock on the ground.   As we neared touch down our craft was slightly off the center of the mound and we risked toppling the craft.  We were able to inch our ship to the right until it landed squarely on the raised knoll.  After touchdown I recall talking to one of the other fliers making a mention that I thought it was against the rules to land on a raised swell as we had just done.  

Shortly after touchdown I was looking from within the craft as we released a sleek, white sled.  The moment it found purchase on the surface it took off quickly sliding away to places unknown, the incline that we were on giving it initial momentum. 

Some time after we landed I was in the living quarters where many people were living within a small but well built wooden cabin with a large room for dining.  I remember grabbing for a doorknob and thinking of how ridiculous it was to land on the moon and waiting there for us a wooden structure of this size. 

There was a porch attached to our quarters that overlooked a large area of grass and sunshine where many children were romping around.  I was taking in the site of the children from the porch.  One of the places the children were playing was on top of a water mechanism.  There was a metal piece of machinery used for an unknown reason and next to it an eighteen-inch gap and then another machine that was the water mechanism and what I assumed was there for purposes of cleaning dust away from the other machine. The cleaning machine was set up with high-powered water jets that could be turned on to produce a powerful spray.  The children were checking it out and playing on and around the two metal machines.  

From the porch I panned my vision to my right and there I could see a small grove of trees.  I remarked to a fellow traveler that I just couldn't get over how stupid it was to think we could land on the moon and have a building greeting us there when there were only a few trees planet wide.  We also talked about how the weather could be wild with winds of 80 miles per hour and miles and miles of dust storms.  Now turning my vision to the left and nearly back to where the children were playing I caught the site of a white four-foot long snake that was very fast moving and slithered at break-neck pace to the edge of a wooded area.  

When I left the porch I headed into the dining area and once there I overheard a question being asked of another of the travelers.  "How are our stats?"  The answer, "Not good.  Started out hot and now we are moving too low."  I spoke up and said that we needed to get back to basics, which we needed to send a white sled out to investigate the surroundings.

The Threat, the Mall and the Room

There was something threatening the lives of myself and several children that were in my care.  We were at a sprawling rambler home sitting on a hilltop that was in the middle of a wild-grass prairie.  It was late summer and the grass was tall and burnt dry by the sun.  It was also late afternoon when we saw the danger approaching.  We knew without a doubt that we must run far away and quickly.

As we ran from the back of the house we found ourselves going down a gradual slope through the abundant tall grasses.  There were occasional scrub trees, which we used, to the best of our ability, to hide. Eventually the slope gave way to a steep, rock cliff that at first seemed to be so far a drop and dangerous that I felt we may be stopped in our tracks. I hought about making the jump to the bottom of the cliff but the drop was far and solid stone. I decided the jump would not be wise.  In a short while there was a call from one of the boys that he had found a way down and we started the descent using occasional protruding stones for footholds.  It was a precarious decent but we had little choice.

The next that I know I was in a city and still very much feeling an overriding presence of danger.  I was on my own now and my goal was to find the most hidden space available and to put as much distance between me and the ever-present threat as possible.  I made my way into an office building.  It was an old building with many stories and high vaulted ceilings.  I went to the upper story and into an office there.  I found a closet and entered.  My travel did not stop there, one place lead to another, and yet to another.  I crawled, walked or in any other way maneuvered myself into a more hidden or more distant position.

I eventually ended up in a large, industrial work complex.  Again I went back in among the machinery and looked for the most hidden of spots to wait out the danger.  I crawled up on top of a pipe and sat there.  It was well hidden as a pipe crossed behind me and others were at each side.  A machine that was a bit more distant obscured my front side. I saw others walking by and I hoped feverishly that they would not notice me on my perch.

I finally made it into a mall that was completely below ground.  I made my way through large open rooms one after another. The mall was deserted.  The people, the halls and the furnishing of the stores were gone. The mall was barren.  I had the feeling I was in a mental hospital from times when they were labeled Asylums and were more dungeon and horror than insightful.  As I rounded one corner I saw a large room off to my left.  It was a round room. It had cement walls that came up the first few feet from the ground and from there to the ceiling was all glass.

Two or three rebellious youth were in the room sliding across the floor at the same time brandishing straw brooms, which were used to sweep.  I could tell that they were contemptuous of anyone and anything.

Lucid Dreaming and Astral Projection

Today I decided to post about a concept called Lucid Dreaming. Lucid dreaming is being awake to the fact that you are dreaming and then make decisions to take your dreams where you "Want" to take them. That means you can alter the coarse of a dream. You can swim underwater as long as you want to without the encumbrance of equipment, you can be remove yourself from a situation you don't like and you can even fly wherever and however you would like! I have often thought that I should try this but it takes practice and determination and I just never gave it the time that I should.

Here are links to check out:

This is a Google book available online. http://bit.ly/c2XDxf

Several other links
http://www.wikihow.com/Lucid-Dream

http://www.lucidity.com/

This concept can also cross-over into the concept of Astral projection which is a mystical, or spiritual concept. Astral projection (or astral travel) is an interpretation of any form of out-of-body experience (OBE) that assumes the existence of an "astral body" separate from the physical body and capable of traveling outside it.Astral projection or travel denotes the astral body leaving the physical body to travel in the astral plane.

Links:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astral_projection

http://www.astralprojectiontravel.com/

These links are certainly not inclusive of all great links available. If you know these topics well please feel welcome to add comments and links that you know and trust.

Skate Away

Two other men and I were roller-skating down a long cement walkway that cut down the center of what appeared to be a college campus.  There was a large lawn area that the path split in half.  We were approaching the end of the path where it joined a small set of stairs leading up and onto a paved area.  There were some apartments or condominiums there and one of the female occupants was walking out and onto the lawn to enjoy a break in the sun.  The three of us carefully walked up the stairs with our skates on.

At this point I was issued alone to a large mall that seemed to be a collection of schoolrooms.  I slowly skated around the inside of the building investigating what was there.   I made my way down long hallways and past the many rooms opening off of them.  I eventually found my way up to another level one story above where I had entered.  I went down each hallway checking out each nook and cranny of the structure. 

I went down one short hall at the end of a long hall with classrooms and the hall narrowed, and then narrowed even more to a path only five feet wide.  Then it turned into stairs that were worn and old and rusted.  It was like I had entered an abandoned industrial plant left for many years to the elements.  I made my way up the stairs and eventually the stairs narrowed even further and turned into a ladder that continued zigging and zagging its way upward.  I cautiously made my way up this ladder as well. 

At the top of the ladder was a pitted and worn piece of metal laying flat on metal posts jutting up to the underside.  This made a suspect but welcome place to rest.  The metal around me was as rusted and old and worn as the metal which I was rested on.  From my vantage point on high I could see below me where three men had just entered and lit cigarettes.

At this time I left my precarious perch at the top of the ladder and started making my way back down.  As I made it further down I felt a distinct threat from the men that were at the next level down.  I could feel that they meant me harm.  As I neared the bottom I made my way onto a chain that was hanging down from above and as I climbed it down I readied myself for a fight.  When I had climbed low enough that I could reach the men, I starting kicking out at them with my skates.  I knew that the metal of the skates with the power of a nicely aimed kick would do the harm I intended.  

The Bomber

There was a bomber in my city and I was helping to try to catch the person responsible.  At one point I had seen him run into a multi-story complex several city blocks in size similar in nature to Grand Central Station in size and dark over-bearing nature.  The man had run down stairs to the lowest level floor and I was on the level above. Rather than follow the man I hurled a plastic bottle to the floor below thereby causing a distraction so that I could run out a nearby door on the second level to the city streets that it opened onto.

At another building there had been a chain on part of an elevator break as the bombing man was making his deadly assessments.  It was not the large cable responsible for the movement of the carriage that had broken but a small chain for a smaller mechanism.  I was at the elevator door kneeling to peruse the damaged areas.  I took an involuntary ride in a scarily fast moving elevator up and then back down to the floor it had been resting on. Once there many folks wanted to rush past me onto the elevator.  Again I kneeled and made an excuse in order not to let them past. I was looking at oiled parts, I reported, as I poked with a twig at a small round hole showing golden colored oil in a well several inches below the surface.  In but a few minutes my efforts were spoiled and I stepped back and let the chaotic rhythms of life past me as first a young lady pushed her way past and then others.

I ended up in a small living quarters very near to the elevator and there, while having my back turned, a young boy about ten years of age and seemingly to be Hispanic poked me in the back.  I turned around and he was laughing as he made his way past me.  I mocked his laughter on my way to a set of stairs, which was nearby and connected off of the living quarters.  The narrow set of stairs crissed-crossed down for several stories.  A blanket had been laid on the floor of the living quarter hall as a carpet runner and I now saw that it also covered the first several steps of the stairs.  I was careful not to slip and fall.

Later when I was walking by another area, I could see the blink of a TV and a newsman announcing that indeed in the building where the elevator had broken a bomb had been found.  I looked at the picture to see a round two-inch piping with a plunger being held for the viewers to see. 

In another scene I was a young boy and my mother had just been hurt while driving her car.  I am not certain whether it was fallout from a bombing but I would expect so.  She was driving at freeway speeds down a long stretch of the sparsely filled lanes of the freeway.  She was keeping the car in one lane though it was my worry that she had already been killed.  I was speaking with someone who was helping me to try to rescue her and we discussed that I should rush up beside the outside of the window and make a large noise to see if we could establish whether we could make her movement different.  I did fly in my physical body to the car window and there, pounding on the window, made a plea with my mother to open her tightly shut eyes.  In a short while the car seemed to make some erratic movements and acted like it wanted to veer over to a lane on the left of the car.  My mother’s eyes stayed tightly shut.

The Second Coming

I had gone to some people's house in the heart of a residential area in my city.   I had been visiting.   What I found was that these people believed what they were doing were going to lead to the Second Coming of Christ.  They felt that the events and timing to bring about this event was not only apparent but their mission.   One of the details later came to me as I was walking down those same city streets. 

A certain animal like that of a quick-footed antelope but dangerous far beyond that of the antelope was on its way to the city.  This animal getting there was an important part of the known prophecy.  In my mind I could see a small group of Bedouin herders herding this animal by hand gesture noise and whistles.  They were walking on foot and making their way through a desert of low bushes and sand.  They looked the part of a Middle East native, wearing the garb of a traveling Bedouin tribe protected from the elements. 

I was to write a newspaper account of this household and the individuals there who believed they worked on the events of last days.  But I was very busy and eventually asked a friend if he could pick up the story and over lunch told him the situation.  

In the mean time in another household that I had recently visited there seemed to be a malignant evil taking hold.  I had been to this house bustling with activity and mostly women sometime over the near past.   There was an entity without body presently that was attempting to grow strong enough to make a crossover into our world.  When I had heard this and believed what I was told I had worked on and felt hopeful that I had caused the people to curtail the activity that was bringing this about. 

The group was not fully cognizant of their activity rather it seemed they were succumbing to the being. I had gone away to investigate the other story and then made my way back to this household.  I found one particular young lady to be the one that was the most overcome and I remember asking her with a pleading voice why she was doing as she was.

I remember an evening meal set with the many individuals in this household and the substance being eaten as being a large contributor to my concern of this being crossing over into our time and place. 

At one point I felt threatened by the situation and the individuals there.  I was scared and felt that I was a target of being made a prisoner.  I went to the bathroom and made my escape outside.  I was moving down the far side of the street under the shelter and disguise of the many parked cars along that side of the street.  I was headed away and to safety. 

An Investigation

I had been asked to go to a town, a town that needed the help of an investigator.  I went to the town high-school gymnasium.  I was walking with officials of the town.  We walked in the door on the side of the building and walked across the room.  Placed on the floor there were nearly a dozen metal chairs.  They were sitting haphazardly within a ten-foot radius. I and the officials that walked into the building could look over the tops of the chairs to see bleachers filled with people.  When we got near the chairs I used my one free arm (I do not know what was in the other) and started grabbing a few of the chairs and straightening them into position.  All of the chairs I was rustling around had their backs to the bleachers and the participants sitting there.

The next I recall I was sitting down and this time the chairs were facing the correct direction and several students joined the other officials and I in sitting in the ring of chairs on the floor.  A couple of participants started to talk at the same time and I stopped them.  I took control of the situation.  I was meant to control it.  I told everyone, my voice reaching to the farthest corner of the building that we needed to know what happened.  I stressed that I did not want five versions of what transpired but that I wanted one person, that could be considered to know the circumstances, and that they would be the one to tell us all.  There was much rustling around and bits of discussion.  A consensus was drawn that no one knew for sure what had happened and, of course, we did not get the one individual to speak.  We did take a bit of time to let several individuals give us their opinions and knowledge.  The final impression was that some male, a teenager I presume, killed another individual and possibly two other persons.  There was also talk that the killer was going to harm himself.

The next day I was walking on a road next to a body of water.  It was a small, single-lane road that gradually rose up and over a stretch of salt water.  I was walking on the side of this road and reached down to put my hand in the water.  At the same time there were people riding ski-jet watercraft and small boats making their way to the shore where I walked.  I asked a couple of teenagers that arrived on the first of the craft if they knew what had happened.  It may have been here that I found out that the person was thinking about killing himself.

The next I know I am waking up in the seat of my car, which I found out soon enough, was a pickup.  I drowsily straightened up and opened my eyes.  The pickup was off the ground on top of some sort of metal structure.  I looked ahead of me and there was a building of sorts with a bunch of separations that seemed to be rooms that resided inside an even larger room.  In trying to explain the building I will say that it was like an open area inside a manufacturing plant.  There were still many pipes and railings but most of the area could be seen as being one large open area.

I ended up going for a walk in the building.  I heard someone making noise and felt threatened.  I found within my grasp a tire iron and I threw it at the person that was still a fair distance away.  The iron hit the person in the forehead.  His reply was, "oh that hurt."  It was said in a sarcastic way that was best read as, "Now I am really going to get your ass."  He headed towards me and I jumped in the pickup.

I needed to back the pickup out of the area where I was parked.  I was at the end of a tightly cramped channel that I had followed up the metal structure. The floor beneath the wheels was a metal grating.  I can only describe the area as being like a roller coaster type structure off of the ground and I had driven up a cramped access channel that led up the left side. I was having great difficulty backing out.  Not only was it a tightly cramped little path but it had zigs and zags that were hard to negotiate.  Because they were very close together the wheels of the pickup just could not turn that fast unless you took care and I was not. I felt extremely fearful that the man would reach me before I got away so was not extremely careful in my driving.  I banged and bumped my way back to a juncture where I felt that I better try to turn the pickup around and head down faced the proper direction if I were to make any speed whatsoever.

The Tile Game

I was on a computer playing a game.  It was an advanced and meaningful interpretation of a long-time standard game. In the plastic game of my youth it was a tile game where there were 12 or 16 tiles, usually white, in a square that you would push around to make a complete puzzle. There was always one empty slot to give room to maneuver the tiles about. The tile games that I was most familiar with were word puzzles.

What I was playing was a much larger puzzle using a computer interface and seen on a monitor. It was a puzzle of perhaps fifty tiles.  Each wooden tile had an ornate carving. It was shown to me by an observer to my play that even though I was on a computer and looking into the monitor the tiles were to be moved by touching them physically and sliding them the same as I had done in my childhood days.  The fellow showing me this used a straightened out paper clip to nudge a tile to the side. 

There was purpose behind the game far beyond the challenge of placing tiles together in a sorted order; this became clearer to me on an intellectual and emotional level when first my helping friend showed me the movement of the game. Many of the tiles were animals. When the tiles were shoved tightly to a matching tile they would form a more complex and unusual picture. Occasionally an unknown solution would arise, as once with a fish tile that I put next to another tile, the fish was then hidden.

It seems that it was a learning game about the complexities of nature and how a fish next to an elephant for instance may mean certain advantages or disadvantages to the animals.  It appears that the puzzle also had the concerns that face us now such as that of habitat and pollutants. I did not get a chance to learn more of the full potential of the game as other concerns took front and center later that evening.  I wish only that I could return to the play and learn what was offered.

The Witching Sort

This was my neighborhood; me and my family lived there.  On one particular day our family had many people mingling at the house.  We had company come over a fair amount and the neighbors had people over often.

In our house we had a painting canvas that we kept up to the side and we used it for doodling.  At one point several of my family and I was sitting in our living room and noticed that the painting canvas was losing the picture that was on it.  We could not fathom why.  I finally noticed that the picture was vanishing a stroke at a time as if someone were washing it away in long, steady swashes.  I knew then that it was the neighbor's fault.  When they cleaned their fireplace grate it erased our painting.  I decided it was time I talked to them about it.

I went over to the neighbors and talked to them about the fact that we had a problem with their witchcraft. I told them that I could prove my accusations if necessary.  I told them that I could have them clean a little bit of their fireplace and then have them over to my house and show them the painting canvas.  That would certainly prove the point I thought.  I told them in agreeable but stern fashion that we did not want to start a feud, but wow, you did mess with my paint canvas and that was unacceptable.

I told them that we had three witches in our house and that two of them were very strong. I believed myself to be one of the stronger ones.  One of their people made an accusation that the were sure that I had told them that I had not done the painting and I said yes that I did and I was coming clean with them in the spirit of compromise and cooperation.

I remembered then another time that the neighbors came over to our house dressed up as if coming to a formal occasion or having come from church.  It was unusual and I wondered what they had come over for.  I can only hazard a guess that maybe it was the painting canvas which was now blank because they had erased it.

The Transformation

I was watching a magician's show that felt much more than just a show for fun.  There on the elevated stage the action took place.   Colorful spotlights overhead gave an exotic presence to the illusions being presented there.  The present illusion started out with a metal table that was starting a foot or so above the stage floor and slanted upward at a regular and relatively steep angle. At the base of the table was a baby, alive or not I cannot say, little movement left this fact in doubt. A small distance above the baby on the inclined table was a bigger human form of a man.  As the tension mounted in the audience the maneuver began.

The baby began a bumpy ride up and under the man. When the young one got to the other end of the table we could see activity that seemed to signal the completion of the trip and the trickery.  I, and evidently many others in the audience, felt like it was not as great a feat as one would have expected.  About the time that the stir of the restless audience was raising pitch our attention was again lifted to the stage where the baby then moved up the ramp further and on through a large hoop that was now at the end of the table.  As the baby went through the hoop it was suddenly animated as if it were once un-alive and now was miraculously transformed to the living.
                             

The Long Hallway

I was working at being recruited into the inner circle of a group that lived a lifestyle that I can only guess was Wicca or similar. At no time was there a mention of Satanism, torture or other dreadful actions.

I recall that it was after a public gathering that I left a public parking lot and was following a car over to a private home.  I knew that it was a man with some prestige and pull. When I got there the entire action took place in a long hallway, maybe 500 feet long.  It was also relatively wide, maybe 60 feet.  The feeling was of roominess.  There were a lot of alcoves and goings on at each side of the hall.  This was a place for many people to hang out it seemed, however on my walking the hallway it was apparent it was not overcrowded on this day.  I made my way down the hall in the company of the man that I had come to see.

In one room opening off of the hallway was a gentleman standing up behind a couple of lounge chairs, looking over the top of them at a couple of television sets that were mounted on the wall just below the ceiling.  The man had his arms raised to point at one of the television sets and both hands had extended fingers.  It felt powerful and mystical.   When I looked at the TV to see for myself what was being shown there I could see a women figure skating. It appeared that the skater was alternately on her knees and then upright as she went down the ice. Time after time, knee and then up, knee and then up. Not at all the graceful skating that one would expect was being seen.  We continued walking down the hall, I and the man that I waited to talk with.   

As we walked, I noticed something else on the opposite side of the hall from the TV man and slightly further along. It was a group of folks playing several arcade games.  They were the standard black boxes of arcade style and on the left machine was two or three people standing around the front.  On the one on the right was a single man drawing attention to his game pointing out what was going on.  Either the machine or the man was announcing the same thing as was being shown in flashing lights on the top of the machine.  First it read "five minutes to death" and then it read "five minutes to singing."  I thought it remarkably odd but did not feel threatened. 

There was a slight dividing of the hallway with an arch at ceiling level and jutting into the width of the hallway by a couple of feet on each side.  Just beyond the divider was sitting several black gentlemen in an open area on the left of us.  We continued farther and we came to a room that was on the right hand side of the hall that had a door where the upper and lower portions could open separately or, when locked, together.  Rather than use this door the man I was with entered the room through another door that was on the right hand side of the room.  I on the other hand went to the door that had the lower portion locked into position and the upper part was swung open. In the back portion of the room were a couple of women cutting out patterns for a dress on a table.  I knew it was a dress because I had heard them talking about it when coming up to the door.  I leaned on the upper part of the door and began to talk to the man, who was now inside the room. 

I was talking to the man about wanting to get in on the inner-circle of happenings.  I told him that I had already been a friend with many of the individuals and that everything was cool, meaning that I was trustworthy and would make a good fit.  As well I assured the man that I read a paper that was I knew somehow connected to whatever I was getting into.  I told him that the paper was great and had interesting information but that I knew that the real getting together times and places were not listed there.  I tried to get across that I was OK all the while trying not to let other people that walked by and stuck their head into the doorway hear what it was I was speaking about.  When I told the man that I thought the paper and everything was great and I said, "But I knew that I was not in on the inner circle" the man said it with me as if knowing what I was going to say.  I believe that it was a way of saying that maybe it was time. 

The man handed me a book and at the same time said that he would be telling me everything soon.  The book was black with blue pictures and lettering and though I can remember no title it seemed to be about the occult.  We then walked down the hall a ways farther.  He did not come out of the room we were just flashed to walking down the hall.  I knew in my heart that the man had some authority and that I was talking to the right person.   

My mind went to a flashback of seeing the man on a stage with a sort of game show going on and an unseen crowd watching.  There were three, young women sitting on bar stools on the stage.  The man walked by a particular young woman making some sort of suggestive comment and the crowd laughed. Just as quickly I flashed back to reality of the hallway.  We were waling again.  We walked to a place where there were several comfortable chairs and took a seat that was at a raised bar and sat kitty corner to each other.  I remember smoking bud with the man and at one point I fumble-fingered and the joint fell apart and I had a big hand full of marijuana in my hand.  

The Grand Vacation

Barb and I went on vacation and went to a grand opening of a huge new hotel, complex with any sort of pleasurable fun you could conceive of and a fantastically unbelievable and a new train system that was... Well, let me get into that in a bit.  Barb and I walked out of the hotel and into a tube that led directly into a complex of cabins overlooking some of the best scenery in the world.  What we didn't realize or I guess I might have been the only one not to know but nonetheless I was hugely awakened to what I had stepped into.  Before I had this grand awareness however, we had walked into one of the cabins and it was flooding.  We had no clue why and so we walked around calf deep in water for a bit.  As we wandered we had gotten separated and I heard Barb yell to me over here by the card tables.  I am not the most adept at finding my way out or in or around anything so of course what she had said had helped me little other than the fact I knew that I was probably better off somewhere other than where I was.  I wandered back to the door and I heard a man yelling at someone over a phone saying, "It is still flooding" and then a pause and then "well can you get them here right now!"  Then as I walked I saw two gentlemen carrying a big unit out of the sliding door we had come through and I told them that I had just heard the boss yelling for someone to get here. 

I got out of the water and wandered my way around a nice courthouse in the middle of some nice looking units until I found a room of people and Barbara was there.  As I stepped in Barbara said something like there he is.  I could see there wasn't much room so I looked out a far window and this was when I had my big awakening.  The small room where I was overlooked a mountain slope of trees, jagged rock and was the beauty of rugged mountain features that my brain took in without falter and registered it quietly, what didn't register so well is that we were some many hundreds of feet in the air overlooking this beauty and seemed to hang over it.  At that my brain did a moments freeze and then decided that this is not information that I liked very much and I started to freak the hell out.  I think this was all internal but frankly at the time I wouldn't have given a crap if I had laid a blood curdling scream on my companions.    
At some point I decided I had had just enough and I sat down on the floor beside Barbara as the room was small and there were no other chairs.  After making greeting of my dear I saw that we were beginning to move.  If the drop of the height had freaked me out this had just registered without complaint that is until I saw I was now traveling in mid-air over that same mountain.  I don't know why but I know my brain registered terror but I saw calmly and decided I was going to have to take whatever was going to happen there just wasn't a convenient bail on this.

The train moved slowly for some time crossing this gap of earth.  I decided that I might has well look around and take it in.  I had time to fall apart later.  It was actually awesomely beautiful as we traveled.  Both sides of our cabin, and that is what it looked like, had full glass and we could see miles and miles in both directions and of course that included down.  Trees, scattered as the steep inclines of rock were too much for them to grow and then rock of all shapes, sizes and colors were in any combination of fitting together over each cliff face.  This was a masterful creation and one that I now began to appreciate with more than awe.  I was immersed in the most fantastic undertaking of my life and it was a thing of beauty. 
This reverence I assumed was shared by all at hand as there was little said among the lot of us.  Each of us I am sure was trying to get our mind around this man-made pleasure that took us through the grandeur of our creator.  How could one imprint this on the mind.  How could you, having seen this, not believe that there was a creator.  That sentiment could not stand in this world.

As we went further the train, that was the only term that came to mind, started to pick up pace and we could see progress through this country and in lower lands began to see trickling water and then streams.  We were now nestled lower with the cliff rising on our right side.  As we went further along we saw a shipping terminal.  Barbara noticed it right away and pointed it out.  This was a large facility with thousands of containers waiting to be shipped and a dozen cranes working feverishly loading cargo.  As we passed a bit further we could see one of the crane operators in his sky towering cage. 

As we moved further down the line we could see that our speed had yet again picked up.  Now we crossed a great body of water.  I looked behind us at the water left behind us with no wake but it was obvious this was a large piece of water as our speed now was well past anything I had ever traveled.  It was enjoyable to see the water flowing by at both sides as if we were a ship of the future in a land of the future.  We then yet again slowed and this time it was to a very respectably suburban city speed.  We pass more industry and then we came upon a sight that I to this day have been floored to have seen.  We saw what was a large vegetable oil plant.  No, large is not a word that belong so this, maybe immense, massive, colossal, or mammoth.  Among the metal tubing piped one way and the other in a maze like structure was fantastically large cylindrical towers of oil. There was no doubt as to what we were seeing as each of these considerably sized towers were see through.  The sky to our right was now dotted with golden liquids among steel.
 
Further we stepped the speed down yet again as we began to see the outcrops of a city.  On each of the sides of our cabin there was cabling every few feet to hold others out I assumed and to assure no injuries.  However one brave lady had mastered this and had clumsily made her way onto the platform to our side outside the cabin.  It was not an easy go and it was not at all safe why she chose to do this was some sort of lunacy I was sure. 

Soon after this vagabond showed us what others than us were willing to attempt we yet again slowed our pace this time we were at a crawl and it was dead deep city.  There were businesses packed throughout.  It was a time I guessed where we could slow our hearts and minds and begin the slow affirmation or denial of what we had experienced, but it was not quite time for that process. We then began a very slow crawl through an inside mall with shops on each side and people seen scurrying about doing their best to spend the funds they had collected.  It was really quite fun watching all this madness of the shopping experience.  After some time at this paltry pace most of us now were turning our attention directly forward where, through a concave glass the width of the cabin, we could see our frontal progress and yet see whatever else was going by. 

At the moment we had all began to settle in we were affronted with the notion that the train was mowing through people at a rigorous pace at whatever business they were at, shopping, sitting at a food court table or any other of the mall functions.  This was an immensely real experience to us although obviously no one had actually given approval for this type of "fun".  My heart now raced, my muscles tense and my reflexes jumpy.  I began to heat up and my heart flushed as we got to the far end of this madness.  This was to some I am sure a deliriously enjoyable section of our trip.  To me, I had not time to decide about this much less calm my body and bring my blood pressure back down to a respectable level.

A boy's Fort - A waking Delusion

I have always appreciated a memory that had the very nice comfort that a young boy’s fort gives him but I had it later in life when I worked blue collar work.  I had a job where I stood up and did my work and occasionally throughout the day equipment would fail or it was break time and I had this great little cubby-hole that I could go into.  It was above me.  To get inside I held on to the railings to each side of me and swung my legs up into a hole between two boards and used the leverage there to pull myself fully inside.   It was often cold at my work and this cozy hole was warm.  I had a comfortable spot that I could wait out any break in comfort and I need not go anywhere but down a few feet when it was time to get back to my work station.  I had the memory of this place and often when going to sleep.  It was pleasant to think of a comforting little place that I could hang out, much as I felt about my bed.  The oddest part of this whole reality is that at some point I had either dreamed it or consciously made it up and then carried it with me as reality for years.  It finally became apparent that I had never had such a little cozy place when one day I started thinking back to remember which position I had held that I had this nice little place.  To my surprise it was none.  Absolutely no place I have ever worked did I pull myself up into that cozy little bite of comfort.

The Long Hallway

I was working at being recruited into the inner circle of a group that lived a lifestyle that I can only guess was Wiccan or similar. At no time was there a mention of Satanism, torture or other dreadful actions. I recall that it was after a public gathering that I left a public parking lot and was following a car over to a private home.  I knew that it was a man with some prestige and pull. When I got there the entire action took place in a long hallway, maybe 500 feet long.  It was also relatively wide, maybe 60 feet.  The feeling was of roominess.  There were a lot of alcoves and goings on at each side of the hall.  This was a place for many people to hang out it seemed, however on my walking the hallway it was apparent it was not overcrowded on this day.  I made my way down the hall in the company of the man that I had come to see. In one room opening off of the hallway was a gentleman standing up behind a couple of lounge chairs, looking over the top of them at a couple of television sets that were mounted on the wall just below the ceiling.  The man had his arms raised to point at one of the television sets and both hands had extended fingers.  It felt powerful and mystical.   When I looked at the TV to see for myself what was being shown there I could see a women figure skating. It appeared that the skater was alternately on her knees and then upright as she went down the ice. Time after time, knee and then up, knee and then up. Not at all the graceful skating that one would expect was being seen.  We continued walking down the hall, I and the man that I waited to talk with.   

As we walked, I noticed something else on the opposite side of the hall from the TV man and slightly further along. It was a group of folks playing several arcade games.  They were the standard black boxes of arcade style and on the left machine was two or three people standing around the front.  On the one on the right was a single man drawing attention to his game pointing out what was going on.  Either the machine or the man was announcing the same thing as was being shown in flashing lights on the top of the machine.  First it read "five minutes to death" and then it read "five minutes to singing."  I thought it remarkably odd but did not feel threatened. 

There was a slight dividing of the hallway with an arch at ceiling level and jutting into the width of the hallway by a couple of feet on each side.  Just beyond the divider was sitting several black gentlemen in an open area on the left of us.  We continued farther and we came to a room that was on the right hand side of the hall that had a door where the upper and lower portions could open separately or, when locked, together.  Rather than use this door the man I was with entered the room through another door that was on the right hand side of the room.  I on the other hand went to the door that had the lower portion locked into position and the upper part was swung open. In the back portion of the room were a couple of women cutting out patterns for a dress on a table.  I knew it was a dress because I had heard them talking about it when coming up to the door.  I leaned on the upper part of the door and began to talk to the man, who was now inside the room. 

I was talking to the man about wanting to get in on the inner-circle of happenings.  I told him that I had already been a friend with many of the individuals and that everything was cool, meaning that I was trustworthy and would make a good fit.  As well I assured the man that I read a paper that was I knew somehow connected to whatever I was getting into.  I told him that the paper was great and had interesting information but that I knew that the real getting together times and places were not listed there.  I tried to get across that I was OK all the while trying not to let other people that walked by and stuck their head into the doorway hear what it was I was speaking about.  When I told the man that I thought the paper and everything was great and I said, "But I knew that I was not in on the inner circle" the man said it with me as if knowing what I was going to say.  I believe that it was a way of saying that maybe it was time. 

The man handed me a book and at the same time said that he would be telling me everything soon.  The book was black with blue pictures and lettering and though I can remember no title it seemed to be about the occult.  We then walked down the hall a ways farther.  He did not come out of the room we were just flashed to walking down the hall.  I knew in my heart that the man had some authority and that I was talking to the right person.   

My mind went to a flashback of seeing the man on a stage with a sort of game show going on and an unseen crowd watching.  There were three, young women sitting on bar stools on the stage.  The man walked by a particular young woman making some sort of suggestive comment and the crowd laughed. Just as quickly I flashed back to reality of the hallway.  We were waling again.  We walked to a place where there were several comfortable chairs and took a seat that was at a raised bar and sat kitty corner to each other. 

Ice Nomads

My wife and I were ice nomads.  We lived from camp to camp in the sprawling, windblown tundra.  On this day we were responsible for tearing down camp and migrating back to a previous day's abode.  We had to travel quite a distance, many miles.  We gathered all of our possessions together loaded them and got ready to make the move. Our means of transportation was snakes.  These were not normal snakes by any standard; these serpents were of unequaled size, measuring at least ten feet in length and several feet in circumference around the body.  We had two snakes for our travels.  Both were blackish gray in color.  We were complaining because my brother had created one of our snakes and it was done poorly.  It was smelly and worse yet it was not round at all but rode the ice completely flattened out. I guess a good Ice snake was round.  I am completely uncertain as to whether the snakes were living or dead. 

On this traveling day I was riding the smelly, poorly constructed snake and was the front scout.  I rode faster through the ice fields and snowdrifts while Barbara came slower behind me. I noticed a few miles out that the snow had drifted to the point that I could not see the trail that we had made on our trip out.   I made my own new path sometimes angling down icy slopes that were dozens of feet high. In my sliding along perched on the snakes back I felt the crisp and cold air. I was moving at a pretty fast clip and was maneuvering with ease.  I went a good distance and then I circled back around looking for my wife.  Not seeing her I made my way to a mini camper trailer that was sitting out in the middle of the tundra.

Several warmly dressed men were sitting around the small dining table inside the small camper and it left little room for me. Standing just inside the door I waited for Barbara expecting her to show up eventually. When she did make it I asked her if she
had made it to the previous camp.  She said no that the path had been covered up and that she came to the camper instead.  The first leg or should I say slither of our journey had ended.