Dream Diary: Day 4

DATE: 16th April 2014
TIME: 8 Hours 28 Mins
MEDITATION: Yes (30 mins before bed – Tai Chi / Zazen / Reiki)
REALITY CHECKS: Yes (a few times during the day)
MIND CHECKS: Yes (during meditation)
SLEEP TALK RECORDER: Yes (nothing of interest , other than a muffled “parp”)
HYPNOGOGIA: No
DREAM SIGNS: Yes
LUCIDITY: No

RECALL ALL: I was flicking, through the channels on the TV. Sugar mice in the rain…

Last night’s dreams are difficult to recall, to put into words. I can liken the imagery as I woke up to sitting on the sofa with the Sky remote, starting off at BBC on Channel 101 and ending up on Scuzz Channel 367, giving each channel on the way through a few seconds to impress me before I realise they are all full of boring dross and turning over to the next one.

It started off with me being in London and watching the second film in the Matrix trilogy, where Neo and Trinity getting jiggy with it, except this time it was odd. Very frickin odd. I can only liken it to the David Kronenburg film “Videodrome”, where James Woods takes hold of a revolver and his body morphs around it so it becomes part of him. Likewise in the dream, both Neo’s and Trinity’s arms and legs morph into the others until they become one amorphous abomination. Although it started off with me watching it on the silver screen, my vista soon changed so that I was in the room with them. Soon after a different scene, with me packing several suitcases in a hotel room, which almost as quickly changed into me taking part in the next version of Hunger Games, again almost as brief, my only recollection was being in a forest trying to activate a glow stick (but it was more of a transparent canister), with dire consequences as it heated up exponentially, a bit like the power cell in Superman I, which melted through the floor.

After I awoke briefly, I drifted off again and back to London, where I was in the office, my last day on the project. All I remember was that “S” was sitting next to me smoking a joint (I do remember smelling it, something I didn’t think one could do in dreams [like my ability to read in dreams which I have experienced this week], recalling that it smelled like a normal roll-up rather than the good stuff). Both he and “R” decided not to give me my leaving present which was on a folder up piece of paper, before an ex-colleague “F” who had a head full of hair (very improbable) asked me where I was moving to, his face fading and the dream ending.

Dream Signs: Neo/Trinity (Form/Context); “S” smoking (Context) Hunger Games (Action); “F” with hair (Form).

(NOTE: So after 4 nights of trying, the Dream Signs are most definitely there that is for certain, but there is no indication as of yet that my conscious state has the ability to recognise them and attempt to persuade my subconscious to look at my right hand. That is what I am looking for in my dreams, as soon as I see my right palm coming into focus, I will know that there has been progress. I will not lose faith, I will persevere. Patience is a virtue, as well as an awesome song by Guns N Roses…

Dream Diary: Day 3

DATE: 15th April 2014
TIME: 8 Hours 10 Mins
MEDITATION: Partial (30 mins in morning – Tai Chi / Zazen / Reiki)
REALITY CHECKS: Yes (4 times during the day / in between dreams)
MIND CHECKS: Yes (5 mins before sleep)
SLEEP TALK RECORDER: Yes (although nothing significant recorded)
HYPNOGOGIA: No
DREAM SIGNS: Yes
LUCIDITY: No

RECALL ONE: Back in the DHSS…

Another day back in the office. As I walk through the dark narrow corridor before entrance, I hear the ringing of phones. Another day back in the call centre. Mid way through my shift “GM” call me over to his desk, which for some reason is in the middle of a huge wire frame contraption which goes up a few hundred feet, noting that there was no ceiling to the office, above us only sky. He states that if I wanted, I could climb to the top of the tower and take a zip ride all the way to the bottom, as long as I would make a donation to a LGBT Charity (associated to the Pride movement), which I thought was a bit odd as he was the school bully for many years at my comprehensive school.

I agree and begin to climb the tower with a female colleague I do not know the name of. We both reach the top and secure ourselves for the zip ride. As we make our way down, I realise that the whole thing as actually a big zipper, as we speed down the spiral, I look back and the wire frame has turned into material and the two pieces separate like the zipper on a pair of denim jeans. As I get towards the bottom going faster and faster my vision fades and the dream ends.

Dream Signs: Working with “GM” (Context); “GM” interested in gay rights (Inner Awareness); Wire Frame (F); Zipwiring in office (Action)

RECALL TWO: School Dayz…

I enter the place where we are having our school reunion, it appears to be a dome type structure, a marquee of some sorts, in dark aqua marine. There is one main room where a lot of people already are, with an annexe towards the back. I see “SD” and “JD”, girls I hadn’t seen in over 30 years. As others start to filter into the room I see “K” and “H”, former friends who I hadn’t seen for quite a while as we fell out many years ago. I go over to Ken who now has no hair and his ears are sticking out, I smile to myself that he now looks like the character “Pob” from the Welsh TV station S4C.

After saying hello to “H” who I had not changed one bit in the last 15 years, I make my way to the back annexe. I see “AW” who used to be my best friend at junior school, he and a few others are gathered around a machine which presses pennies into commemorative coins for certain events, although I cannot the design of the pressed item. “AW” has an oddly shaped key and he appears to be some sort of machine repair man. I walk over to him and say ‘“AW”, I haven’t seen you in a long time, what are you doing these days?’ I look away temporarily towards an outside cooking area and when I turn back, “AW” replies to my question but with a stutter, his face has changed into “SM” and he continues by saying that he was a forensic solicitor, a private investigator who looked at cases that police couldn’t solve. We walk outside towards the cooking area, and find that it is a serve-cook, self-serve place, so I start to cook us some steaks, as I do so my vision fades and the dream ends.

Dream Signs: “K” and “H” at my school reunion (Context); “K” looking like Pob ” (Form); “AW” turning into “SM” (Form)

RECALL THREEE: CSI: Irtby…

I am on a train in a dark tunnel. The place is completely black and no lights are on. I know I’m on a train because I can hear the familiar noise of the train going down the track as well as the rocking motion. As the train leaves the tunnel, I realise that I am sitting next to “AW” (who is “AW” and not “SM” this time) and he tells me of the case he is working on. It is a very strange one. As he describes it to me, my vision changes to the actual scene of the original crime (like a dream within a dream), and I am in a really old and creepy house. At the bottom of the staircase, there are two small children, accompanied by their mother, a grotesque character who is a miniature version of a woman. All of her features are relative, just miniscule in comparison to someone of her age. She must be around the height of a two year old child.

My vision of the house fades, and I am back on the train, “AW” continues his story that it is alleged that the woman who was into dark arts and that she had murdered both of her children, and herself, but that no bodies were ever found. He is onto a lead in the case which is taking us north to the National Library Archives. As the train passes close by to a road sign, I see that we are near to Chester-Le-Street, and a short while later, we go past the Newcastle river side, the Tyne in full view. Our final destination is Irtby (which I see in big letters on the platform sign) and we get off the train and make our way over to the archives building, which coincidentally is on to the train station platform.

We go in to a small room and I’m surprised to see my friends “L” and “C” in there looking for books. This archives had a specific children’s book section and that was were “AW” suggested we go. On a small scrap of old parchment, I can make out scrawled letters EDIN TONBLY, and I point out to “AW” that it is an anagram of Enid Blyton and that we should look for her section. We find it and start scanning the bookshelves, and right in the middle of her archive, there is an ancient looking tome called “Exhumus”. I pick it of the shelf, and it’s not really a book, it has book like appearance, but also like packet. As I go to open it, dust starts to fall out. I open it and to my horror I find the ashes of the two small children and the mother, as well as the small shrunken skull of the evil matriarch. Accompanied with the remains, there are some odd black magic trinkets. I realise that the clue was in the book title, “Exhumus” relating to exhume – to unearth, and that is exactly what we have done. All of a sudden a character who is sitting on a chair at the end of the aisle approaches. It is Derek Dick (Fish from the rock band Marillion) and he tries to steal the trinkets from the ashes, as he does so, my vision fades and the dream ends.

Dream Signs: “AW” and I on investigation (Context); Miniature matriarch (Form); “L” and “C” in Irtby Archives (Context); Fish (Context)

Dream Diary: Day 2

DATE: 14th April 2014
TIME: 7 Hours 45 Mins
MEDITATION: Partial (meditation / reiki flow during Tai Chi)
REALITY CHECKS: Yes (throughout the day / before bed and also in between dreams)
MIND CHECKS: Yes (before bed)
SLEEP TALK RECORDER: Yes (although nothing significant recorded)
HYPNOGOGIA: No
DREAM SIGNS: Yes
LUCIDITY: No

RECALL ONE: This is getting Sicily…

The wife and I now live in Sicily, and there is a distinct lack of children around us. We have recently moved from England but are disgusted by all the rubbish in the streets and in the rivers and beaches. There is literally rubbish everywhere we look, piled deep everywhere. We are currently living in the same hotel as the United Nations Refuse Committee (C) and spend most of our days riding around on a Vespa like in the film Roman Holiday, my vision fades and the dream ends.

Dream Signs: Sicily (Context); UNRC (Context)

RECALL TWO: Holiday in Malaysia…

The hustle and bustle of the Annual Works Ball. The wife and I are really enjoying ourselves, mingling with colleagues and generally having a good time. I bump into “M” who is a great guy, originally from Poland he is very good at what he does but his zest for life and surfing is second to none. He and I share a secret and he nearly gives the game away to my wife before I tell her. As “M” looks on smiling, I tell her that I have planned for the kids to be looked after whilst I take her away for the weekend after the Annual Works Ball finishes to Pangkor, our favourite place in the world for a bit of rest and relaxation. Overjoyed, we board the plane and land hours later on the island itself (not Kuala Lumpur International Airport).

We are checked into the hotel by a smiling Malaysian lady, and we make our way to the top of the hill to drop our bags off. Shortly after, we go down to the beach and make our way to a small cave and in a one man kayak is “M” again, smiling as usual. The wife and I get in a two man canoe and head out of the fast running water and out to sea. On the horizon, a typical mid-day storm starts to appear on the horizon, so we paddle back and make our way back up to our room. The room in the hotel is the highest point on the island, and the tropical storm leaves us a little scared so we make our way to reception and back to the smiling receptionist, except this time she looks concerned. She advises that we go directly to Nipah Bay and we would be met there by someone at a different hotel. We do so and are shocked at what we see, Nipah Bay is a dirty seaside town, everything the hotel, the cars, the people are covered in layers of dirt and dust. We stand on a decrepit boardwalk which gives way and we fall on to the beach. We look to the right and can see an island to our right, with big red capital letters entitled GUAM (with Chinese writing underneath) and behind the sign is a huge roller coaster, the storm clouds closing in overhead. At the dark clouds approach, Nazi Luftwaffe fly out of the clouds and start bombing both Nipah Bay and Guam from Messerschmitt planes and as we flee across the beach, my vision fades and the dream ends.

Dream Signs: Pangkor Airport (Context); Storm (Action); Nazis (Context)

RECALL THREE: Parenting advice for Paltrow…

Amongst the flashing cameras and the noise of the paparazzi patois, I stand on the red carpet and the Annual Oscars Award and see Gwyneth Paltrow. I go over to her and start chatting to her about work-life balance. I express my concerns over the lack of time she is spending with her children (especially now that she has separated from Chris Martin), and that in my opinion she should take a couple of years out and go back to film making after the youngest starts school. She doesn’t dismiss my ideas and ponders a while, as my vision fades and the dream ends.

Dream Signs: Oscars (Context); Gwyneth Paltrow (Context)

Marked for life

I have been planning to, meaning to, get a back tattoo for many, many years. Back in the day when I was into darker arts and influenced by the artwork of H.R Geiger, I was going to get a flying ‘Genestealer’ alien which covered the whole of my back. I did come across the perfect image once, but as it was a photo of someone’s back, it wasn’t clear enough to print, so I never did get it done, and I guess I’m kind of glad of that now.

My experiences over the last 18 months have completely changed my priorities, outlook and well being, and in the main it’s been down to my uptake of yoga, meditation, reiki and soon to be Tai Chi which I begin this Monday. I have also come to recognise that the number seven comes up an awful lot in my life, and I am of the opinion that for some reason something significant will happen to me on or around my imminent forty-second birthday.

In Hinduism and other belief systems, chakras are energy points in the subtle body. They are located at the physical counterparts of the major plexuses of arteries, veins and nerves. Chakras are part of the subtle body, not the physical body, and as such are the meeting points of the subtle (non-physical) energy channels, called nadiis. Nadiis are channels in the subtle body through which the life force (prana), or vital energy moves. Reiki…

There are seven chakras that are considered to be the most important ones. The word chakra derives from the Sanskrit word for “wheel” or “turning”, but in the yogic context a better translation of the word is ‘vortex or whirlpool’. Each of the seven chakras represents a seven year cycle, and at age forty-two, I will reach the sixth cycle of my physical existence.

The Ajna chakra (which is the sixth chakra) is symbolised by a lotus with two petals. It is at this point that the two side nadis Ida (yoga) and Pingala are said to terminate and merge with the central channel Shashuma, signifying the end of duality. The seed syllable for this chakra is the syllable OM.

The Anya chakra is known as the third eye chakra and is linked to the pineal gland which may inform a model of its envisioning. The pineal gland is a light sensitive gland that produces the hormone melatonin which regulates sleep and waking up, and is also postulated to be the production site of the psychedelic dimethyltryptamine, the only known hallucinogen endogenous to the human body.

Ajna’s key issues involve balancing the higher and lower selves and trusting inner guidance. Ajna’s inner aspect relates to the access of intuition. Mentally, Ajna deals with visual consciousness. Emotionally, Ajna deals with clarity on an intuitive level.

In Tibetan Buddhism, this point is actually the end of the central channel, since the central channel rises up from the sexual organ to the crown of the head, and then curves over the head and down to the third eye. While the central channel finishes here, the two side channels continue down to the two nostrils.

I have done a lot of research this year into consciousness studies and more specifically the pineal gland. If this chakra does represent the pineal gland (and associated connections to the super-conscious higher self and subconscious) then maybe it’s no surprise that I am drawing my own esoteric conclusions as to why forty-two is significant for me.

So to mark this event, I have finally landed on the design for my back tattoo (I must get the “down” removed from my lower back):

I have placed a deposit down already and I’m booked in for the 28 June (due to the high demand for the quality services of our local inker) though I will go into the store today to share my design and ask to be put on any cancellation list he has to get it done sooner.

Being inked with each chakra will help my meditation and help my reiki, as each time I cycle through each Solfeggio Frequency, I cycle through each chakra point, I cycle through each tattoo…

Reiki Diary Level 2 Cleansing: Day 8

Not every day has to be magical. Not every day has to be enlightening. Sometimes just being a human with spiritual feelings or in fact a spirit experiencing itself subjectively through human form is enough.

I have just recognised that fact, and just because I don’t have intense moments or other worldly revelations does not make this day any less special than the last.

For the second day running, I woke early and went downstairs to do my morning meditation / self-reiki-treatment. I really like the feeling it gives me during that 30 minutes, but moreover the feeling it gives throughout the rest of the day.

I see it as a mix between meditation, reiki and tai chi (not that I have ever practised the latter). Sitting in a semi-lotus position on my bean bag chair, moving my hands in, out and around the central chakra, all to some deep and meditation sounds coming from the magic-music-box, is quite magical in itself.

I’m reaching an intense period in my project but I am coping rather sublimely / resiliently with the stresses of it all due to my new dawn-time regime.

Even when the wife gets up out of the wrong side of the bed and lets rip with vitriol and a volley of verbal abuse, the negativity bounces off me right now which is ace.

As wifey was in college tonight, watched a film on the sofa with the kids after work, all snuggled up with those that matter most to me, in harmony with my sprogglings.

Late on, I opened my mail to find a flyer from the Liverpool Empire which included the latest shows to be released. Normally I only have a look at the overview of such things to see if there is anything specific that catches my eye. For the whole of 2014, there was only one that did. Lord of the Flies, the only book I read in school which kept me interested.

I decided to flick to the Lord of the Flies page and found with interest that they were looking for kids aged 10-25 to apply to be in the show, so instantly applied for my son who is looking to tread the boards later in life.

Our subconscious / super-conscious states do guide us to do things in life, we just need to be attuned to them and listen carefully, then act on our instincts / invisible directors. Right now I am in tune (unlike my vocal abilities on the kareoke)…