NSFW, Trivia sexual torture, Bastet prayers answered, deity dreams

   I've been having lots of wild dreams over the last 9 days, but I just didn't bother to write about any of them. This morning I woke up from a dream where a goddess had me bound up with my arms bound above my head in sexual torture. I don't really enjoy submission games, so throughout the dream I begged her to tell me her name. I felt her pale and delicate handhold my face as she hissed in my ear "Trivia." The darkness about my rack lifted. I then had a fleeting vision, flashing images of a crossroads, a graveyard, and pale nymphs laughing and leering at me as I awoke. I figure this dream has something to do with digging up one of my erotic music video links last night. I thoroughly enjoyed Rammstein's "Pussy" video uncensored, Embedded below is the censored version for youtube:

   This particular Rammstein video has a similar sexual torture sequence and culminates in a series of flashing images. That doesn't explain the "Goddess of Ghosts" aspects of my dream, but it does explain the sexual context. Significantly in waking life I have been a submissive before though not for decades now since I didn't really enjoy it much. Though I'm an agnostic I frequently have dreams of deity, but this time the Goddess character seemed to particularly want some kind of recognition from me. I interpret this part of the dream as a reminder to myself that I had sworn to honor Bastet again this month with candles on the hearth. I haven't blogged about it until now since I wasn't sure how to, but I think the dream diary is the correct place.
   After I awoke the cats were begging at my bedroom garage door to come inside and visit. I let Skanky the cat in and she wouldn't leave me alone. That was hours ago. She's still hanging around. Its highly possible that these two coincidences accounts for the urgency and imploring Goddess command aspects of my dream today. The reason I had promised to honor Bastet is that when my 17-year-old calico cat Fluffy began having seizures and pain a few months ago in April, I prayed to Bastet. I don't know why I prayed to Bastet since I'm agnostic, but I did pray to God for her brother Pepe when he was dying in 2005. I prayed to Bastet for three things: 1. I wanted her to make Fluffy's passing as easy and happy as possible. It was. 2. I prayed that she would receive Fluffy and watch over her in the Underworld/Afterlife. 3. I prayed to Bastet that another steady companion would make the transition as easy on me as possible. I needed a tabby who enjoyed being held for hours and liked hugging my neck with her paws.
   Now number 3 is the curious part, since the night of Fluffy's passing this Skanky wild tabby showed up out of the woods in the backyard. I found her sitting nose-to-nose with Fluffy under the picnic table at dusk when her strength was failing her. She started like she would run back into the woods when she saw me. Instead she spontaneously tamed herself. I picked up Fluffy and carried her inside to rock and to talk with her. I left the wild cat outside and all of our cats inside, since there were so many wild animals about. After midnight Fluffy got worse and I threw the other cats out and moved her downstairs. I don't know how but I found the wild/tame cat had somehow followed us inside and hidden down in the basement. She touched noses with Fluffy again and I gently threw her out at midnight. The new wild/tame cat started calling and sighing in the garage all night. I found around 0327 that Fluffy had passed away. The skinny wild cat didn't leave but instead became immediately as possessive of me as Fluffy had been. The other cats didn't know what to make of her since she avoided them and ate many of the mushrooms in the yard. In the past few months I named her Skanky since she always wants 10 hugs from me. The only other person she lets hold her yet is my biologist nephew. The curious thing is that I prayed to Bastet for my longtime cat companion and my prayers were answered even though I'm agnostic. When I prayed to God for Pepe cat years ago the results were awful. I guess that's another reason why I plan to stay agnostic.

Classroom shame, Midwest Mothra, Tecumseh Animal Spirits dreams

Dream diary update. My dreams lately have been quite strong and memorable. However I awaken from them so energized I'm recording them tonight as sort of an afterthought. Early Sunday morning I had a typical University classroom dream. I was back taking Introduction to Linear Algebra from the Australian prof who hated me. I suppose I only took it from him cuz at least he didn't practice curving downwards. Considering significant money and domestic problems as well as poor drinking habits that summer I thought I was doing rather well. Nevertheless I learned to dread his office hour which I camped out for daily. In my dream I was in his classroom again being made an example of to the other students who invariably whispered answers & other secrets with each other but not with me. I wore the dunce cap for only a short time in my dream which surprised me, usually this particular nightmare is more unpleasant. However at one point in the dream lectures he compared my intelligence unfavorably with Great Apes. I suppose when I am drinking I really am more baboon-like than bonobo-like as most humans usually are. That's why I'm on the wagon. Anyway near the end of the dream the class turned into group projects. As usual with group projects I was excluded by other team members. So Professor Aussie Asshole assigned me textbook exercises and I found my text pages sandwiched in cat shit. Still I awoke thinking about wild math theories and Fibonacci series so I felt rather good after this nightmare.
   Monday morning I had a dream about being leader in a telepathic collective that spanned several Midwestern states including Kentucky and Tennessee. Near the end of this dream I became a giant God-monster like in a Jap monster movie similar to Godzilla or Mothra. I met the tiny twins who normally speak for Mothra in my God-shape, which was something between a big Minotaur and a giant bear. They assured me that they would bring my messages to my former followers in the Midwestern tribal collective. As I towered above the Midwest like a hybrid of Paul Bunyon & Babe I felt the dawning sun rise hit my brow and move down my great form as my world stirred beneath as I awoke.
   This morning (Tuesday) I had a dream about animal spirits. In my dream I was a regular member of the Illinois Confederation from the Peoria tribe (aka 'Backpack-carriers', which I used to constantly wear as an accessory in waking life.) The dream was a bit like the hybrid literature dreams I used to have as a kid, in this case of The Wind in the Willows and Leatherstocking Tales. I lived alone as a bachelor south of here near the Ohio River, Cave-In-Rock country. I had many friends, all animal spirits, wearing the physical form of humans like in The Wind in the Willows. Throughout the dream I could feel tribal revolts and uprisings with plagues and other human struggles for the tribes as French and Americans colonized and drove away spirits from the frontier country. My animal spirit friends were protected by the river enclave and by being near Ley lines related to Cave-In-Rock. Throughout the dream I could hear the name "Tecumseh" echo repeatedly in conjunction with power and conflicts. I attribute this dream artifact to mom making a poster board this weekend on the breakfast table featuring Tecumseh and other human characters for her church, supposedly to signify a 'retreat of over-consumption.' Anyway in my dream I could feel the heat of human fires intruding and the eventual shrinking of our domain as more and more travelers stumbled through our little idyll. Eventually I myself became one of the animal spirits, a well-dressed Wolf gentleman, and disappeared from the world of Men into Spirit-country with my friends. When I finished my canoe voyage I greeted my relieved spirit friends and looked around, blinked my Wolf eyes and awoke. I had left the TV on upstairs set to PBS while I sat in the recliner listening to see that wild animals didn't pester the kittens outside for food. Nature was playing the end of In the Valley of the Wolves which might explain why my chosen spirit form was a wolf.

Terraforming Mars bungee, Shaman energy signatures, Nephilim shadows dreams

Dream diary update. On Saturday morning I passed out for a few hours. The dream I had was incredible. It was like I was part of a celebration for terraforming Mars. I was leader of the cheering, massive team and we all started bungee jumping and swinging from banners in the massive Martian canyon, the Valles Marineris system, with 3 giant waterfalls. I swung down in the biggest bungee jump yet into the waterfall and up the other side as I awoke. Guess the future NASA missions to Mars has my attention.

   On Monday I had a long afternoon nap. In my dream I was a smoking shaman who developed a new ability to control energy signatures. I made a resonance that caused the auras of thousands in the tribe around me to fluoresce in a bright green glow outlined around their forms as I awoke.

   Around 12:30 midnight earlier I had a dream of being a gumshoe detective. It was my job to search out the alien spirits whom used to care for my client. My client was a special child with alien powers, a Nephilim girl.

Driving around in my investigations I finally made contact with some of the spirits. They reluctantly acceded to assuming their old roles as caretakers for the girl with her special needs. They floated around and materialized as jovial servants in a community ready to accept and love the girl-child once again. As the shadows assembled into a grand design I could feel my consciousness stirring. The thousands of spirit shadows swirled and reassembled back into my giant form as I opened my real eyes and awoke.

Diety, opera allegro, carnage dream

Dream diary update. The heat of the Midwest summer has interrupted my sleep rhythms. I now siesta through the hottest part of the day, afternoon, while catching up on the rest after midnight sometime. Anyway two nights ago I had a dream that was so intense that I woke up with a storm of creative brain activity. I immediately blogged several times and microblogged on Twitter for an intense 14 hours. I still recall some dream details so I think I should write about them in the dream diary.
   In my dream I was a different kind of God. In our "real" world I was but a helpless fool and beggar. When I shifted into seventh dimension however our "real" world became a simple abstraction. The many people I tried to help and massacres around me all were represented as white mathematical symbols continuously scribing in space over a flat game board. The game board was tiled so boundaries of places like Yemen and Sri Lanka were clearly outlined. The piles of bodies from the mayhem in our world were represented in the alternate dimension by beautifully crafted game pieces.
   Another thing unique to my alternate dimension was resounding opera chorus singing in the background that echoed everywhere. When I shifted there the sounds of the tenor Pavarotti and a full cast could be heard. I couldn't place the opera but it sounded like a blend of "I Pagliacci", one I couldn't place, and "Les Misérables." I know that doesn't make a lot of sense. I think the one I couldn't place in the blended choruses may have been an unnamed Spanish Zarzuela opera. So the dimensional opera I was listening to was in at least 3 different languages in which I am versed, if that is consequential.
   Like most Deity dreams I was extremely powerful in my alternate dimension. Somewhere between Odin and Apollo I think with some traits of the trickster Coyote. It was this aspect of the dream that led me to avoid writing about it. I don't always like recording my lusts.

Criminal anarchy, It Takes a Thief, The Man Who Knew Too Much, hybrid cars, Julian Assange, archangel, DB Cooper, bank robbery dream

Dream diary update, I just had an odd dream about living in a world anarchy run by a criminal mafia. I traveled around the world like Robert Wagner in "It Takes a Thief" Near the end of the dream there was a bit of intrigue. After conducting a symphony like the one in Alfred Hitchcock's "The Man Who Knew Too Much" remake I became preoccupied with complex systems like cars and explosions. I hitched up with a fallen archangel whose services I needed to reverse time and prevent a catastrophic explosion during a failed bank robbery. Julian Assange was there in the parking area near the park. I remember remarking how many people were after him an envying how good he is with cars. Of course Assange's car looked like it had survived several murder attempts and sabotages.We walked inside and DB Cooper was mixing the new explosive. I asked my new archangel and fairie friends to reverse time and stop the explosive chemical reaction even after the fluids had mixed. They refused saying that it wouldn't matter in a few moments. I attempted to rescue a briefcase containing the souls of all the pets I ever loved. DB Cooper tried to stop me from taking the brief but I succeeded in snatching it and making my escape while the explosion fizzled and flashed behind us as I awoke. After awakening I had a flash of insights about hybrid car motors. I believe Julian Assange was there in my dream because I found out hes doing a livestream interview for Democracy Now! in Britain with Amy Goodman today.

Odd Couple, Ares God, Hell Demon, Fluffy Cat, binaural rock band dreams

Dream diary update. Last Saturday morning I had a dream that was about aging. I dreamed (again) that I was in an 'Odd Couple' apartment with another elder bachelor. As usual I played the Jack Lemmon character and my snow-haired roomie played Walter Matthau. My fault was different though. Instead of being a clean-freak I enjoyed playing a video game where I was God of War (Ares). The video game granted me temporary powers to start and expand real wars. I got thoroughly addicted to the powerful electronic game while my roommate messed up the bathroom and brought women over without asking for his roomie personality flaw. I could feel the game start to suck my life-force as I did evil things with it becoming the merciless God of War. After my roomie began to suspect what was happening he did a little intervention. I had already decided to quit but I needed some moral support to resist the metaphysical power of the cursed game. We patched things up as I awoke.

Late Monday night I had another dream about Hell. This time I tried to help a small Nubian demon who had been flattened by a car. I felt sorry for him and treated him gently like one of the weak kittens I am help raise. He decided not to torment me even though I had walked the dream-paths to Hell again for a nightmare. Instead I had another dream about a world disintegrating. I was sitting in a level Hotel parking lot that was on a peak around 8000 feet high. It was night with street lights and roads leading up the 85 degree (1000%) slope. Fluffy cat was there only she was about 3x bigger at 30 pounds with chimera colors instead of her calico. Her eyes glowed orange and her chief color was a shimmering bright indigo with vermilion and canary yellow highlights. We were delighted to be reunited even though the bottom was falling out of the parking lot. It was Hell after all so my little paradise was only temporary and pieces of the summit parking lot would fall into the abyss as I lay on top. Fluffy cooed into my right ear as we looked vainly together across the overcast sky for a single star. I reached out in my terror to caress her as I awoke.

Just now I had a little dream about being a music producer for some rock band music that sounded like gravelly remix of 3 binaural beats. The music video was a flop but I could feel my brain enlighten and mind expand listening to it as I awoke.

Surfing inland tsunami, college student center bunker dream

Dream diary entry. I just woke up from a dream 30 minutes ago. All of the thematic dream music was original small band rock music. One of the lead singers was 15. I dreamed about surfing through an inland tsunami for a couple of days. I guess if we can have inland hurricanes and massive floods for real here then in my dreams we can also have inland tidal waves. At the end of my dream I reached a multi-level bunker that was some sort of student center. There were multiple acts, comedy, and operas playing inside. I figure the place was some kind of cross between the Krannert Center for the Performing Arts in Urbana, IL; an old version of The Student Center in Carbondale, IL, the Badeschiff pool in Berlin, Germany and the Ellie Caulkins Opera House in Denver, CO. After exploring the complex and talking to a couple of people I was ready to go surfing tsunami again. I was about to leave the dream-bunker by asking security to buzz me out when I awoke. Google blogger won't let me embed anything again for some bogus reason, but here's a nifty tsunami-surfing video. I also found out it is really possible to surf an inland tsunami thanks to global warming in Alaska.