Loading ...It was a dream about the ocean that woke me up this morning. I’ve had two cups of coffee and am still half-asleep. A geminian pair of twins rose from the sea - well… more like crawled like a couple of slugs - not at all ethereal looking, despite the resplendant whiteness of their skin, hair and eyes. A little damp, actually, having so recently dragged themselves from the briny deep. Something I’d done only moments before.
I awoke in the ocean. There I was, surrounded by boats and sea creatures. It was the pacific, not the atlantic. Birth-dreams. Pulling myself against that massive undertow wasn’t easy. Beached, like a whale, I sat down to blog. Seriously. Newborn and I blog.
The twins followed me ashore, and gave each other massages. I blogged. Che the Processed - its what I do. I blogged until I had to go to the toilet, where I met a spirit named Paul. My spirit guides rarely have interesting names. Other people get Ramtha, Black Eagle, and Celestiana. I get Sam and Paul.
I blogged about how I’d moved to California. This is something I’d never blog about, because I would never move to California. But I suppose if I woke up in the pacific ocean, surrounded by sharks and boats, I might consider getting ashore quickly, even if ashore meant California.
Perhaps to avoid the californians, I might try to make it to Portland. Or better yet, Tahiti.
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Okay, okay. So you think people didn’t like the responses to your dreams. (Did someone actually email you complaining about the dreams or was that you writing as if you were we who were speaking. Um. Grammar’s hard.)
So I’ll relate my own dream. Last night I dreamed that I had a lot of work to do for work and that it was difficult to get done because I had very little direction on what they wanted accomplished.
And the scary thing is.
That is exactly what is happening in my life right now!
My dreams are usually much more symbolic, and quite frankly, action oriented. But this one was just a literal dream. Quite boring really.
I once dreamed of slugs, but they didn’t come from the ocean. They came from the sewers.
Last night I dreamed that Weasel came to visit (and brought a cute friend, as he was sometimes prone to do). We ended up having a long discussion about Luciferian magick, even though he’s a satanist, which has little to do with the Luciferian path etc etc blah blah. Not meaning to do a lecture here. Anyway, he told me about a Satanic cult up in North Carolina with which he was loosely associated and said that they’d let me join if he and I had sex for them (in a ritual context, not just some pervy voyeurism thing). Even though I had no desire to join a satanic cult, I said “sure, why not?”
And thats about the time Cleto lept from the sofa onto my chest, howling for his mornin’ scritchins.
And I kinda like you as Richard the Precious. It sounds so…. precious.
Then I shall post this one as Richard the Precious.
I actually don’t get much sleep any more. I think I have sleep apnea. I know my father does. It is part genetic (the construction of your breathing passages) and part fatassness.
I saw a show that said people with sleep apnea don’t like to go to sleep, mainly because they almost die every time they do, and most people don’t like almost dying on a daily basis, so they tend to avoid the things that nearly kill them.
I’m setting up an appointment with a sleep specialist. I’ll let the readers here know if they tell me that I have it and if I have to get that TIE fighter mask from the first Star Wars movie and sleep with it every night.
I know it will keep them up nights wondering if I have to wear it, or if I died in the night before I could get it.
There needs to be cliffhangers at the Shattered Prayer.
Well, best of luck with the sleep specialist. They aren’t going to put you in one of those rooms with the glass wall where they watch you sleep, are they? Because frankly, I’d never get to sleep with that going on.
I hope you don’t have to wear a TIE fighter mask. At least not to bed. Wearing one to a rave might be okay, but wearing one to bed is probably very uncomfortable. Still, I’d rather you wear one of those than die in your sleep, though if I’m gonna die, I’d rather sleep through it. I don’t want to see it coming, like an axe murderer, or a hurricane or a ceiling fan blade. You have to outlive me.
Dying in my sleep would be the best way to go though. That way, if I am wrong and there is an afterlife, I could just convince myself that I am actually dreaming and therefore maintain my air of smug superiority about saying there is no afterlife.
I will try my best to outlive you.
Maybe I can outlive you all! Everyone on the planet!
But probably not.
Last night I dreampt I had much work to do with little guidance.
Not only are my dreams annoying and boring, but also they’re in repeats!
I know this should be on the noumenal.net page because no one wants to hear crap about dreams or spiritual stuff here, but I received
AN EMAIL FROM BEYOND!!!!
this morning.
My dead Aunt sent me a
VALENTINE FROM THE GRAVE!!!
This morning when I opened my email, I received something from one of my uncles. He regularly sends me just random bits of stuff to let me know that he cares about me without having to do unmanly things like say that he cares about me.
But this morning, his email was not alone.
I also received an email from his ex-wife, who has been dead for about 10 years, and whom he divorced about 30 years ago.
The subject line read “It thrive at Valentine.”
There are several things that are sad about this. My dead aunt whom I have not seen in over 30 years actually was more caring in her email than my current alive uncle. And she is a SPAMmer. Her email arrived in my SPAM filtering box.
I guess it takes a lot of spiritual energy to get that email from beyond the grave to actually appear in this reality. She might as well make sure it gets to me by SPAMming it to everyone in the world.