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.

Fluffy cat, cat-women, Jackie Evancho music, Lunar eclipse dreams

Dream diary update. I've been having minor computer problems today. Lately I've been kept up late by missing Fluffy cat and last night by headaches. So I've been sleeping midday. On Monday midday I fell asleep around 1230 and woke up at 1530 after dreaming about loving Fluffy cat and about Jackie Evancho music. Embarrassingly I dreamed Fluffy turned into 3 striped cat girls in 'Cats' musical makeup who made love to me while Evancho and Streisand "Somewhere" musical duet played around us under the starlight. I wasn't sure I would record this dream in the diary since the theme is a bit cheesy. Tuesday night I had erotic dreams again, though not about cat-women.

About 30 minutes ago I awoke after dreaming about more Evancho music. This time at the end of the dream I was holding hands with a woman while we were looking into each others' eyes as the world changed around us in a dusky whirlwind. Our flesh began to melt away in the wind to bones but my grip of her hand was strong as the Evancho version of The Lovers from House of Flying Daggers played around us.

I found that Google doodle had been celebrating a total lunar eclipse in real-time with zenith occurring at exactly the same time over Australia. Odd, but mentionable in the dream diary, since both The Lovers and Lunar eclipse are tarot major arcana (lunar eclipse signifies The Hermit)

Chile Titans, Mayan palaces, wild animal dreams

Dream diary update. Friday night I woke up from a dream at midnight. It was continuing with the theme of Chilean Andes. I was a man-sized Titan in a mountain village of other Titans. This peculiarity of the dream is probably due to the video game my nephews came over and lanned earlier this week: Age of Mythology The Titans edition. Anyway in the dream we were building a civilization that resembled urban Mayan but probably predated them. We were able to shift roles and visages around. I was a topless woman for a while before shifting my visage to that of the leader. I became power-mad and wished for our destruction as the palace we were working on collapsed. We all fell far into the hill into ancient catacombs, becoming confused and separated by the disaster. As the dust cloud from the collapse swirled vampires killed or zombified most of the others. I was the last one to be killed as I awoke at midnight.
   Unsurprisingly I found it difficult to sleep after this dream so I stayed awake all night. The next morning I passed out eventually and dreamed that we had rebuilt and become a great and wise civilization of Titans. The new palace lasted hundreds of years and contained all the necessary elements for an advanced republic.
   This evening I dreamed I was a wild animal. When the front door opened at 2200 I awoke jumping up off the couch snarling while Silky also popped out from where she had been nursing her kittens under the end table. It turned out to just be my sister, Jill, and my biologist nephew. They wanted to take digital photos of the kittens for an adoption website. Unfortunately the kittens were lost and I only found them later after they left when I turned over the couch.