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In my search for new discussion groups to participate with in the last couple of days I inevitably subscribed to what appears to be mainly an NLP group. I probably won't survive very long there. The moderators are very threatening and strongly suggest prospective members read their FAQ.
The FAQ is written for the most part in all capital letters. That should have told me all I needed to know. Maybe that's why they have nearly five thousand people subscribing to the group and very few posts proportionally. Many months they have less than fifty posts all month. I am just seeking a conversation, so I've unsubscribed already.
Getting re-acquainted with NLP may have been the reason I dreamed about being trapped in an odd situation again. This time I was out in the country in what looked like a one room country store that was being used for an NLP gathering. I was assigned a bunk bed inside the large room. I put my sleeping bag and back pack that I was using for a suitcase under the bunk, and went outside to socialize.
When I came back all my stuff had been moved and everybody who had originally been assigned a lodging there had been moved out in favor of another group. Nobody knew where my stuff was. I became incensed and started screaming bloody murder over the injustice of it all in a very loud voice. Several official suits tried to calm me down, but I was having none of it.
Then, the clapboard-sided country store turned into a modern brick facility with lots of light and open spaces. It had lounges with comfortable seating, and several pools with small waterfalls and split-level balconies. In the center of the layout was a glass-enclosed atrium with green plants that perfumed the air.
I moved around trying to find my way around inside the building. Even though the architecture was modern and clean, I suddenly realized I was in pretty much the same psychological situation as in former dreams when I had found myself trapped in murky industrial environments, but these were fancy digs instead.
There were lots of fashionably dressed people there, but no one would talk to me or answer my questions about what was going on. Eventually, I realized that I was dreaming, went totally lucid, and started having a really swell time. Upon going lucid, I didn't wanna leave or wake up from the dream. I started performing weird acts like deliberately diving head first from places where in real life I would have been killed by the heights alone, but I did it knowing that I couldn't be killed because I was dreaming.
I didn't have arthritis in this lucid dream, and I was doing extraordinary things with my body that I could do when I was youthful and maintained a daily hatha yoga practice. Ahhh... it felt great to be young again. I find it difficult to describe what behaviors I deliberately invoked, but eventually, of course, I inevitably woke up, and I was just another old man with bad hands. Still, it was wonderful while it lasted.
Later this morning I began to wonder if having these recurring nightmares and dreams was helpful to me in going lucid. I'm thinking that maybe the familiarity of being in a similar situation on different nights hasn't helped to recognize a little earlier each time that I'm dreaming, therefore enabling me to start controlling the dreamtime in my favor.
Yesterday afternoon I went for a long walk back toward the river again. My brother's dogs, all four of them, went with me. About ten minutes into the walk they jumped up a female deer, and they all took off lickety split after her, but surprisingly, they only chased her briefly for about a hundred yards, and gave it up. No hunting dogs they. Granted, they weren't hungry. They get fed regularly as pets everyday.
I stopped by the place where the two ditches run together to see if the re-channeling of the water coming from the pond below my house was doing. The water had reverted back to it's old course. I probably didn't understand the mechanics of the situation very well. I let it be, but I may mess around with it later. It's a nice little place to rest from walking and watch the water move.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
