10/31/15 Honesty and Courage put to the Test

Saturday 10/21/15  4:57am

I dreamed I was having an argument with a man about whether or not I lie.

He was a white man about 50, tall and he had several friends with him.  I could tell they meant business.

He was like, “Do you lie?” I thought about it and said, “no”.

We were outside in a small yard.  He said, “you sure?”… then went on with a tirade about dishonesty.  I said, “well maybe I shouldn’t have…”   And he interrupted me saying, “see you are a liar!”  I clarified myself about a mistaken belief I counted on which made something I said, untrue.  But, it wasn’t my fault.

Feeling self-righteous and indignant, I boldly explained, “I don’t freaking lie.  I don’t have anything to hide!”

I feel like I was trying out for some squad of soldiers… a band of brothers.  I don’t know what their function was, though.

Then I tried to show them I could fly like I can do in my dreams, but when I pulled on the air with my bent-elbows I could onluy manage a hover of just a couple feet above the ground.

Another Dream tonight, I was at an outdoor gang party.  To start with, I didn’t feel confident being there. 

Then someone snatched me and pulled me to an area off to the side.  I was hearing gunshots.  And now I was getting scared.  They were hazing some new guys and I realized I was a new guy.  If I wanted in I had to go out into a clearing where I would be shot at.  If I managed to get out there and not get shot, I was in. 

I started looking for a way out.  There was a chainlink fence to my left about 10 foot high.  To my right was   a black shed-like structure.  I would have to scale a wall, run about 30 feet then jump over a fence. (I’d be shot before I mad it).

I think they were Hispanic.  They said, “you gotta do it.”  When I they saw me glance around to find a way out and they said, “no no  no. You wanna die now?  So, reluctantly I decided to do it. 

This dream scenario became a bit familiar, so, I did as memory served me: I started angrly stripping my clothes off.  I was attempting to show them that I was not scared.  I had on a white button-up shirt and black slacks and black loafers.

Then a kid runs up behind me and I feel him tap me on the neck.  He was a thin white kid of about 10 years. 

As he passed me he was kind of hopping saying like he had so much energy and if he didn’t move he would burst.  He said, “we gotta make it even.”    I realized he had a box cutter in his hand, with the blade wide open, and that’s what he tapped my neck with.  I didn’t feel the slice in my neck.

He tried to swipe at my arm, but I was able to move aside to avoid it. 

Then I stepped toward the place I’d be shot at, and saw the shooter setup.

Two people were behind a plywood wall each had a revolver (pistol)  barrel poking from a small hole.  The holes were too small for the shooter to use the aiming mechanisms.  They would be simply pointing and shooting.  I was supposed to see where the barrels were pointing and move away from that direction.

I said, “I could get killed! Has anyone died doing this?”  Some one else said, “yeah, all the time.”

This is all I remember of this dream.

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Fort Polk Military Police apartment raid: updated from November 2014

I found this short entry along with another that I had reverted to draft when I wrote them.  I ran across them not realizing they were just drafts and I made some typing corrections, hit update, and WHAM! they were posted. I thought of deleting them, but, eh, why not post 'em.

Right now it's about 10:00 pm and I had this dream earlier today.


I was at Ft. Polk again. so, I was riding in a vehicle and I noted as I looked up, I never saw this part of  Fort Polk before...


I was looking at housing units families.


There were at least 3 floors.  When I looked up  I saw stairs and a hand rail running parallel up 3 flights. 

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I was with a bunch of law-enforcement officers at fort polk.  I felt a wave of nostalgia pass through me because I was part of the installation again.

We were going to raid one (or more)  apartment(s).




 

10/24/15 Last night reminder that I don't remember

Okay, this is going to sound weird (as if my other posts in this dream log aren't).

It was an active dream night.  I only remember two things:

1.  I was standing by a window in the same room with a couple who were making love and I was naked.

2.  I became acutely aware that I was dreaming (not related to #1 above).  I thought, I can't believe I didn't remember this dream (and record it on the log already) because I've experienced this scenario already multiple times.


If I dream this dream again, I'll try to wake up and document what it is all about.

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10/23/15 - River Path, Lost car, Survivalist's House, Naked at Reunion

2:44  am  Friday morning 10/23/15

I dreamed I drove my car and stopped on the street beside 2 brick buildings.  I got out and went down a grassy embankment to a concrete breezeway between the two buildings.  I had the feeling I was there before and knew the place.  I walked bast the buildings and off of the concrete walkway onto a path that seemed to run along a river.  

The path was narrow with tall weeds or tall grass  on each side of me. 

I think I was attending a college hangout or party because (later on the way out) I was passing young adults who were on their way to where I was leaving..

But I don’t remember what happened at the place I went to.  I do remember hurriedly leaving though.  And I was looking for my car.  It was my blue Honda that I really used to drive.

After I emerged from the path on my way out, I had the feeling I would have a difficult time finding my car again and I did.  Strangely, I felt like I would be able to look down and see it from a high place  above the brick buildings.    So, I emerged onto the concrete walk and looked down to see my car… not there!

I think it was like I was on top of the building and it had a flat roof, a portion of which jutted out toward the street where I drove my car.  I thought, maybe I’m confused where I left my car.   So I went down some stairs and around to  the front of the building and there my car sat.  I heard a voice say something like, “I told you it would be there”.

But as I walked around to the driver side, I saw what looked like a boot on the back tire.   But it wasn’t a boot.  Someone put a boot-like attachment on my back tire which was connected to a chain which was connected to a track hoe.    Immediately I thought I left the car too long sitting on the side of the road, but as I looked again I think I was on tip of large dam with concrete side railings.

I was yelling “hold on, hold on!” to the driver of the machine. I followed my car down into a shop with an overhead door. The place was filthy and cluttered.  He told me I was going to have to walk.

The next thing I know, I’m at a sporting  goods store.

The floor was carpeted and I remember walking through the place.  I walked through a wide doorway with no doors, through a large room with the check out counter on the left.  I saw the back wall had some interesting merchandise upon it.  I can’t remember what the stuff was.  But I remember an employee coming over to me who suggested a particular one of  the items.  I remember it was round, flat and fit in the palm of my hand.  It was shiny as well.

I started to leave but realized I had not hung the item  back up.  It was still in my hand.  So I went and put it back.  As I was leaving, I walked past the counter and a display of boots.  They were on display upon stacked  circular  shelves of decreasing size from the floor up.  It looked more like ladies fashion foot ware rather than hunting boots.

The next thing I am at someone’s house.  There are several of us there.  I think I went to the house with a couple women and a t least w other men, my boss-man and friend, Karl, and one of my co-workers, Michael. 

So the house belonged to a survivalist.   The house was built pm high stilts or maybe concrete pylons  over water.  A large man-made pond I believe.  I don’t remember the inside of the house.

I do remember the owner had a porch running along at least one side of the house.  It had a hand railing.  At one spot on the porch, thee railing was gone, and a large metal basket was tied up.  It was used to transport the home owner across a wide gap in the porch floor.  I think maybe he had another “house” like 15 or 20 feet away from the one we were occupying … like maybe he had another structure he parked a boat beside, climbed  up, gets in the basket and pendulums to the main house.  Yes, I think this is it.  This way, no one can get to his place without  a helicopter.  The house was like 40 or 50 feet above the top of the water.

So I remember the guy coming out of the house, he throws something down.  A large square plastic bowl of sorts.  He starts pulling out  stuff that looked  like   food… meat.  Maybe turkey drumsticks.  He wiped an end of it across his butt, then douse it with some  reddish liquid he kept in  a ketchup dispenser, then tossed it  over the railing and into the water.

(I’m remembering another part of this dream session, I was naked and in bed at a family reunion.  It was like a reunion banquet and I was  out side where all the tables were set up, and people were eating, but I was naked in bed.    I wanted to get up and get some clothes on but everyone would see me.)

So, back to the survivalist’s home.  Apparently he was feeding the wildlife in the water.  So I looked over the railing into the water.  You would not believe the wildlife in that water.

I saw trout, catfish, snakes, I even saw a tarantula  swimming  along with turtles. 

I exclaimed to Karl, “Wow!  Would you look at all the stuff in  that water?”  Karl looked over the edge and said,  “wow!  You’re right!  That’s incredible.”

The water was very clear and we could see all the way to the bottom. 

The shore wasn’t too far away and suddenly we saw 2 of the girls we came with on the grass just beyond the shoreline.    They were making noise laughing and talking.  The homeowner got angry and said, “I thought I told you people, KEEP QUIET!”  I said,  “I’m so sorry”.  The guy was like, “I’ll show you sorry.” And he scooped me up and acted as if he were going to toss me over the railing into the water, then as he started to throw me, I saw Michael had the other half of me and I realized they were pranking me.  They weren’t going to toss me in.

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10/8/15 Kidnapper Drowns Victim - Psychic Dream?

2:40 Am

I just woke up from a dream choking.

I dreamed I was a kidnap victim kept in a house and I got away.

I think I was psychic in my dream.

I  remember that I unsuccessfully tried escaping before. 

The house was on a road that ran along the top of a hill.  There weren’t a lot of trees.  The road the house was on intersected another road somehow below which curved around and ran parallel to  the part of the road the house was on.  So I could see the a road  down the hill  as I stood on the road in front of the house  This road was also on a hill.

In the house I remember a dark haired young man.  I was shocked that this man would allow himself to be kidnapped too.  He was behind a plexi-glass window, as if he were a window display.  He was in the fetal position sucking his thumb and whimpering.  It was as if he were positioned not flat on a normal bed, but kind of like he was mounted in his position on a black felt covered wall  , some 12 inches behind the plexi-glass.  I wondered in my dream why he doesn’t just punch the plaexi-glass and get away.  I checked it with my hand to see if it was plexi or not.  It was thin too.

Then I turned around and saw a  big wheel “type” bicycle (2 wheeler) in  a half opened box.  This was my escape .

I took the bike out and started to get out of the house with it cause our captors were gone.  I rode down the hill, coasting.  Then I thought I better not use  the streets because I’d get caught by the captors again.

So I cut through people’s yards.  I didn’t realize, however, that  my escape would be hindered by fences behind people’s homes.    Finally I came to a  tall chain-link fence  that bordered next to a street.

There were some officers there.   One officer was a young latino/indian man.  The other was a blond hair woman, and there was a guy.

During my escape, I  think I knew the street name and number of the house I was kept in.  but I was unable to read it(or see it) .

I think I was a little kid in  the dream.

The officers were talking to me.   They were telling me  (through the fence) that it was over now.    One told me the police were at the house already. 

The lady mentioned another case.  She said, remember that case from last month or week (I’m not sure now) …  then the dream me  started choking. .

It was as if the dream me was psychically connected to someone in that house who was being drowned.  I managed to gasp, they’re drowning me.  One of the officers  yelled into his walkie talkie, “get in there they are killing one of them!”  the dream me was really choking now.  I could feel that I couldn’t inhale anymore and I was unable to breathe.

That’s when I awoke really choking and gasping for air.

Strange dream huh?

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