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captain_slinkyIf you know me, you know that I don't post about my dreams and I rarely read YOUR posts about YOUR dreams, only scanning for mentions of my name. There IS a non-narcissistic reason for this. But it's long and boring and involves my dreams. So if you are like me and don't dig dream stuff, please feel free to skip this entry. It's all about stuff I can't explain, and the stuff that keeps my two sides in balance; my Skeptic and my Witness.
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supernovame, however, just might bennefit from what's behind the LJ cut! Third person I have ever met who can do this type of stuff :)
So it all started my Freshman year of High School, 1988. I was already a classic nerd in to Star Trek, D&D and Comic Books. I had very few friends and I was totaly okay with that; more time for reading comic books and listening to Monty Python on my Walkman! Then one day a new kid from the Sophomore class came up to my table at lunch. He was short, Auschwitz skinny with pale skin, a large nose, beedy eyes and curly dark (not black) hair. Dressed in a non-descript pair of jeans, brown shirt, black leather jacket and brown cowboy boots, he did NOT fit in with the parachute-pants-n-Ocean-Pacific sea of students at Anacortes High. He asked me if I was Brian. I said yes. He said "Brown says 'Hi'", smiled knowingly and left.
I dismissed it as the weird new kid trying to make a joke.
Through the day I noticed that this kid and I had 2 classes together; US History and Phys Ed. And in each of these classes he kept on glancing over at me and smiling like we were old buddies sharing a private inside joke. It was kinda weird, but I didn't think mush of it because EVERYONE in high school was weird in my opinion.
That night, my ordinary dreams of going to school nekid and/or girls were suddenly interrupted:
The next morning I was sitting in the school caffeteria by myself reading comics when The Kid came and sat down next to me with a HUGE anxious grin on his face. "So did you even catch any of what Brown and I were saying last night?"
I looked at him sort of puzzled, only half-remembering my dream. He went on. "You know... on the runway?"
It all came back to me VERY vividly. I asked him "Is your name 'Sol'?"
His grin got wider (which I thought would have been impossible) and he said Yup. That's me! So you *did* retain some of it!"
For the next two weeks my life got VERY weird. Sol told me that his firnd Brown had brought him to me because I had some speck of potential; a willingness to accept the truths that he would tell me and the abillity to use it if I chose to. According to Brown, the secrets weren't really for ME, but for me to pass on when the time was right. And so at night while I slept Sol and Brown showed me how to control my dreams, and by day Sol would try to give me as much information as he could before he had to leave. And what information! Where to start?
First off, dreams are art and artwork/dreams are windows to other happenings. I asked for clarification on this, like did he mean other WORLDS or ALTERNATE REALITIES or other DIMENSIONS like I had read about in sci-fi and comics? No; it's more like another room or a second story in your house, only that room is the size of whatever it needs to be the size of. Paintings and drawings are like doorways in those rooms and dreams are like windows where you can see yourself through them. When you dream you don't physically exist in that dream, but you are dealing with all the laws of nature that apply to that place. A dream is like a memory of something that hasn't happened yet.
Paintings and drawings are the doors to these other places. And how do you get in through that door? This is where Sol started scarring me. "Popping Tonic and Pushing Potion. You just concentrate on a picture that's right in front of you until the line between you and the picture just kind of goes away. You don't notice a frame, you don't notice the paper or the canvas... all you see and think about is the picture. At that exact moment you take the Pushing Potion and there you are, IN the picture!"
At this point I figured he was just some hippie drug addict. I asked him "So this 'Popping Tonic' of yourse... is it what most people woudl call 'Acid' or LSD?"
"No, no, no... some people HAVE had limited success when experimenting with hallucinagens like LSD and Mushrooms, but all they're really getting is an enhanced version of the Dream State; it'll last as long as the hallucinagen lasts, but in the end you'll discover that you're still here on this level of existance. I mean when you take your Popping Tonic, you are REALLY GONE. No longer in this existance! Thanks to the self-centered nature of most sentient beings, nobody really notices once you're gone. But you ARE gone. Look here..." He took a small vial of bluish liquid out of his coat. "This is Pushing Potion. Under the right circumstances I could take this and be pushed back to the level I came from. But as of right now?" He unscrewed the top of the vial and dabbed some on his finger which he then dabbed on his tongue and offered the vial to me, "Harmless as ordinary drinking water."
I dabbed some on my tongue and he was right; warmish tap water. No ill effects. Aparently Pushing Potion only works if you are completely non-skeptical to its effects. Even if you do believe in it and have used it before, you can make it innefective by just telling yourself "This is all nonsense... this won't do anything." And you have to be careful with it when you take it; just a little sip to go back one level. A whole vial could take you completely beyond where you first came from! Sol was very warry of taking Pushing Potion because he took it once and got put here on our level, where he knew he didn't belong. But what level was he on now? Should he try to Push further back, or Pop forward to hit his own home? He had decided he would just keep Popping forward from here on out because atleast then he had some degree of control. Unfortunately he was out of Popping Tonic (he had the empty round vial in his jacket as well) and was considering experimenting with a mix of hallucinagens and electricity to try and pop to a place where he could find more Popping Tonic. One day he didn't show up at school till the last 5 minutes of the day, and that was just to show me that he had found a supply of Popping Tonic and was leaving right away. He had three bottles and offered me one; I declined. I've always wondered what would have happened...
So to sumarize so far! Every dream you've ever had is a picture, painting or drawing that someone has done on this level, somewhere. While dreaming you are sort of projecting a physical image of yourself in to that picture and playing by its rules. Same goes for Hallucinagens, only it's more intense and happens while you're awake. You can physically jump in to a picture by using a Popping Tonic, and jump back out by using a Pushing Potion. You need to drink an entire Popping Tonic to jump in to a picture, but you never know exactly how much Pushing Potion you need to take to get back and it's very easy to go too far or not far enough and get stuck on an unknown level.
Now, back to how this effects DREAMS!
Brown was the person/entity that introduced Sol to all these secrets of the Dreamscape (not a term they used; I'm just using it for dramatic effect). Sol has never actually met Brown in person, only through Dreams. He coms from about two levels above where Sol came from, but made the mistake of taking Pushing Potion in his own level rather than Popping Tonic. He has no idea where he is, and he can't get out, but he can still dream and that's where you see him; he has gotten VERY good at finding people in the various levels if he wants to. Unfortunately, he can't even remember what he looks like so he always comes as a part of the environment. Sometimes he's the weather, sometimes he's the landscape, sometimes he's just *there*. If you've ever had a dream where you think someone is watching you or chasing you, that's Brown or someone like brown.
Aparently Brown had noticed me when I was about 8. I had a series of nightmares that I took control of back then in some really inventive ways and turned them in to dreams where I had super powers and even interacted with other people dreaming in that same level. I even fought off some sort of bad entity that was trying to tempt me towards evil in some sort of weird cosmic balance thingee that made Brown REALLY take notice! Sol informed me that there are lots of entities out there that think they are God or The Devil and that it's all about balance or souls and neither Sol nor Brown knows if any of it is true or not, but those entities are VERY powerful.
While he was still here, Sol showed me how to go back in dreams. Now THIS is cool because it's kinda like time travel. In that moment between consciousness and sleep, if you can remember enough details you can actually go back to a dream you had in the past and change it. I've been on both ends of this so I know it works, and I know you have to be EXACT or else you'll just be having a dream about having changed your dream.
EXAMPLE PART 1: When I was six I had this terrible nightmare about being chased around my Grandma's house by a Mickey Mouse balloon that had somehow turned evil. I could not get in the house and I was very scarred, but a big man with a beard let me in at the last moment and the balloon floated away as I woke up screaming. My Mom made me write down the nightmare to try and cope with it; she still has it in a box of my stuff in her garage. I know this because I found it last summer when we were getting ready for a garage sale.
EXAMPLE PART 2: The night after we had found my six-year-old nightmare description, I went ahead and chose that dream (Sol said it helps to visualize it as something familliar until you really get the hang of it so I visualize a small rack of video tapes) to go back to. And there I was inside my Grandmas house watching an evbil Mickey Mouse balloon chase me around the outside of the house. I was so small on my little trike! I went and opened the big sliding glass door like I remembered , in came my younger self and then he was gone. And the Mickey Mouse Balloon hovered menacingly outside the sliding glass door, waiting for me. I was terrified, but also knew I was safe as long as I was inside the house. Knowing that I was safe, I went ahead and made myself a sandwich and watched some Superfriends on TV.
I've also gone back to that "Evil Temptation" dream a few times and found 7 or 8 of me backing myself up. I was aparently on some sort of Carnival ride offering me and several of my classmates the many carnal pleasures of evil(?!?!?) in an underground theater/show type of a thing, and each of the older "Me" people kept holding young me back and giving young me advice that I don't ever remember getting.
Over the years I've kinda lost interest in Dream Manipulation, but every once in a while I'll feel Brown or see Sol in a crowd and I'll go talk to him and we're just like old buddies; he's always dressed in like an Angel's robes and he always goes on and on about how I really should do this more and then he'll try to tell me about places he's been and stuff he's done but I have trouble concentrating on what he's saying. But we always have a good time :)
Now that I have a duaghter I'm tempted to try and teach her how to do this too. Is it all real? Or is it just an over-active imagination that was spurred-on by a weird eccentric kid? Part of me hopes I never find out :)
supernovame, however, just might bennefit from what's behind the LJ cut! Third person I have ever met who can do this type of stuff :)So it all started my Freshman year of High School, 1988. I was already a classic nerd in to Star Trek, D&D and Comic Books. I had very few friends and I was totaly okay with that; more time for reading comic books and listening to Monty Python on my Walkman! Then one day a new kid from the Sophomore class came up to my table at lunch. He was short, Auschwitz skinny with pale skin, a large nose, beedy eyes and curly dark (not black) hair. Dressed in a non-descript pair of jeans, brown shirt, black leather jacket and brown cowboy boots, he did NOT fit in with the parachute-pants-n-Ocean-Pacific sea of students at Anacortes High. He asked me if I was Brian. I said yes. He said "Brown says 'Hi'", smiled knowingly and left.
I dismissed it as the weird new kid trying to make a joke.
Through the day I noticed that this kid and I had 2 classes together; US History and Phys Ed. And in each of these classes he kept on glancing over at me and smiling like we were old buddies sharing a private inside joke. It was kinda weird, but I didn't think mush of it because EVERYONE in high school was weird in my opinion.
That night, my ordinary dreams of going to school nekid and/or girls were suddenly interrupted:
I'm out in the middle of the desert, on the runway of an abandoned airfield. No planes, the buildings are empty and everything is in shades of pastel brown/tan thanks to the minor dust storm that left everything in my view hazy. No one has been at this airfield in many, many years. Even though I have never personally taken a drink of alcohol, I knew that I was drunk. I was suddenly aware that the skinny guy from school was there with me, as was someone else who I couldn't quite see. The kid from school was trying to talk to me and was smiling and laughing, kind of like how good friends laugh at a friend who is drunk. I couldn't understand him, but he got through to me that his name was Sol, and the other person there (who was actually a part of the dust storm) was named Brown. They both playfully pushed me around and kept trying to talk to me and being amused by the fact that I couldn't understand them.
The next morning I was sitting in the school caffeteria by myself reading comics when The Kid came and sat down next to me with a HUGE anxious grin on his face. "So did you even catch any of what Brown and I were saying last night?"
I looked at him sort of puzzled, only half-remembering my dream. He went on. "You know... on the runway?"
It all came back to me VERY vividly. I asked him "Is your name 'Sol'?"
His grin got wider (which I thought would have been impossible) and he said Yup. That's me! So you *did* retain some of it!"
For the next two weeks my life got VERY weird. Sol told me that his firnd Brown had brought him to me because I had some speck of potential; a willingness to accept the truths that he would tell me and the abillity to use it if I chose to. According to Brown, the secrets weren't really for ME, but for me to pass on when the time was right. And so at night while I slept Sol and Brown showed me how to control my dreams, and by day Sol would try to give me as much information as he could before he had to leave. And what information! Where to start?
First off, dreams are art and artwork/dreams are windows to other happenings. I asked for clarification on this, like did he mean other WORLDS or ALTERNATE REALITIES or other DIMENSIONS like I had read about in sci-fi and comics? No; it's more like another room or a second story in your house, only that room is the size of whatever it needs to be the size of. Paintings and drawings are like doorways in those rooms and dreams are like windows where you can see yourself through them. When you dream you don't physically exist in that dream, but you are dealing with all the laws of nature that apply to that place. A dream is like a memory of something that hasn't happened yet.
Paintings and drawings are the doors to these other places. And how do you get in through that door? This is where Sol started scarring me. "Popping Tonic and Pushing Potion. You just concentrate on a picture that's right in front of you until the line between you and the picture just kind of goes away. You don't notice a frame, you don't notice the paper or the canvas... all you see and think about is the picture. At that exact moment you take the Pushing Potion and there you are, IN the picture!"
At this point I figured he was just some hippie drug addict. I asked him "So this 'Popping Tonic' of yourse... is it what most people woudl call 'Acid' or LSD?"
"No, no, no... some people HAVE had limited success when experimenting with hallucinagens like LSD and Mushrooms, but all they're really getting is an enhanced version of the Dream State; it'll last as long as the hallucinagen lasts, but in the end you'll discover that you're still here on this level of existance. I mean when you take your Popping Tonic, you are REALLY GONE. No longer in this existance! Thanks to the self-centered nature of most sentient beings, nobody really notices once you're gone. But you ARE gone. Look here..." He took a small vial of bluish liquid out of his coat. "This is Pushing Potion. Under the right circumstances I could take this and be pushed back to the level I came from. But as of right now?" He unscrewed the top of the vial and dabbed some on his finger which he then dabbed on his tongue and offered the vial to me, "Harmless as ordinary drinking water."
I dabbed some on my tongue and he was right; warmish tap water. No ill effects. Aparently Pushing Potion only works if you are completely non-skeptical to its effects. Even if you do believe in it and have used it before, you can make it innefective by just telling yourself "This is all nonsense... this won't do anything." And you have to be careful with it when you take it; just a little sip to go back one level. A whole vial could take you completely beyond where you first came from! Sol was very warry of taking Pushing Potion because he took it once and got put here on our level, where he knew he didn't belong. But what level was he on now? Should he try to Push further back, or Pop forward to hit his own home? He had decided he would just keep Popping forward from here on out because atleast then he had some degree of control. Unfortunately he was out of Popping Tonic (he had the empty round vial in his jacket as well) and was considering experimenting with a mix of hallucinagens and electricity to try and pop to a place where he could find more Popping Tonic. One day he didn't show up at school till the last 5 minutes of the day, and that was just to show me that he had found a supply of Popping Tonic and was leaving right away. He had three bottles and offered me one; I declined. I've always wondered what would have happened...
So to sumarize so far! Every dream you've ever had is a picture, painting or drawing that someone has done on this level, somewhere. While dreaming you are sort of projecting a physical image of yourself in to that picture and playing by its rules. Same goes for Hallucinagens, only it's more intense and happens while you're awake. You can physically jump in to a picture by using a Popping Tonic, and jump back out by using a Pushing Potion. You need to drink an entire Popping Tonic to jump in to a picture, but you never know exactly how much Pushing Potion you need to take to get back and it's very easy to go too far or not far enough and get stuck on an unknown level.
Now, back to how this effects DREAMS!
Brown was the person/entity that introduced Sol to all these secrets of the Dreamscape (not a term they used; I'm just using it for dramatic effect). Sol has never actually met Brown in person, only through Dreams. He coms from about two levels above where Sol came from, but made the mistake of taking Pushing Potion in his own level rather than Popping Tonic. He has no idea where he is, and he can't get out, but he can still dream and that's where you see him; he has gotten VERY good at finding people in the various levels if he wants to. Unfortunately, he can't even remember what he looks like so he always comes as a part of the environment. Sometimes he's the weather, sometimes he's the landscape, sometimes he's just *there*. If you've ever had a dream where you think someone is watching you or chasing you, that's Brown or someone like brown.
Aparently Brown had noticed me when I was about 8. I had a series of nightmares that I took control of back then in some really inventive ways and turned them in to dreams where I had super powers and even interacted with other people dreaming in that same level. I even fought off some sort of bad entity that was trying to tempt me towards evil in some sort of weird cosmic balance thingee that made Brown REALLY take notice! Sol informed me that there are lots of entities out there that think they are God or The Devil and that it's all about balance or souls and neither Sol nor Brown knows if any of it is true or not, but those entities are VERY powerful.
While he was still here, Sol showed me how to go back in dreams. Now THIS is cool because it's kinda like time travel. In that moment between consciousness and sleep, if you can remember enough details you can actually go back to a dream you had in the past and change it. I've been on both ends of this so I know it works, and I know you have to be EXACT or else you'll just be having a dream about having changed your dream.
EXAMPLE PART 1: When I was six I had this terrible nightmare about being chased around my Grandma's house by a Mickey Mouse balloon that had somehow turned evil. I could not get in the house and I was very scarred, but a big man with a beard let me in at the last moment and the balloon floated away as I woke up screaming. My Mom made me write down the nightmare to try and cope with it; she still has it in a box of my stuff in her garage. I know this because I found it last summer when we were getting ready for a garage sale.
EXAMPLE PART 2: The night after we had found my six-year-old nightmare description, I went ahead and chose that dream (Sol said it helps to visualize it as something familliar until you really get the hang of it so I visualize a small rack of video tapes) to go back to. And there I was inside my Grandmas house watching an evbil Mickey Mouse balloon chase me around the outside of the house. I was so small on my little trike! I went and opened the big sliding glass door like I remembered , in came my younger self and then he was gone. And the Mickey Mouse Balloon hovered menacingly outside the sliding glass door, waiting for me. I was terrified, but also knew I was safe as long as I was inside the house. Knowing that I was safe, I went ahead and made myself a sandwich and watched some Superfriends on TV.
I've also gone back to that "Evil Temptation" dream a few times and found 7 or 8 of me backing myself up. I was aparently on some sort of Carnival ride offering me and several of my classmates the many carnal pleasures of evil(?!?!?) in an underground theater/show type of a thing, and each of the older "Me" people kept holding young me back and giving young me advice that I don't ever remember getting.
Over the years I've kinda lost interest in Dream Manipulation, but every once in a while I'll feel Brown or see Sol in a crowd and I'll go talk to him and we're just like old buddies; he's always dressed in like an Angel's robes and he always goes on and on about how I really should do this more and then he'll try to tell me about places he's been and stuff he's done but I have trouble concentrating on what he's saying. But we always have a good time :)
Now that I have a duaghter I'm tempted to try and teach her how to do this too. Is it all real? Or is it just an over-active imagination that was spurred-on by a weird eccentric kid? Part of me hopes I never find out :)
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Date: 2006-03-03 05:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-03 10:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-04 02:31 am (UTC)I'd say, yeah. Teach if it can be taught.
Hell, if I can encourage material items to manifest themselves simply by "needing" them the right way, then you sure as hell can have learned to communicate with some of the moving forces of the universe. Even if they're not so much moving forces as much as itinerant backpackers.
Dreaming part 1
Date: 2006-03-08 08:33 am (UTC)Dreaming part 2
Date: 2006-03-08 08:34 am (UTC)And on nani's comment, I have done the material manifestation thing too. Of course now I attribute it to God, as I do everything now, but I didn't before I learned who He really was. Before that, I called it reality-manipulation. Had a cool scientific reason why it happened and everything. Should dig it up again, you may get a kick out of it. Same principle for most serendipituous things.
ack! I did get too long, sorry. Off to bed now!