#dreamswithindreams

[resonanteye]

you can go anywhere, even with no destination. also I'm obsessed with Westworld right now so if your into that you should capitalize on it and let me do your favorite character in a rough sketch style with some color pop. (guess who I would pick?) #nowhere #Westworld #dreamswithindreams #youcantmakeatattoowithrealhumanblood #plothole #dontevencare #sketchestocome

[wearedancingthoughts-blog]

“Contacted, one feels. Contacted, one intends. Contacted, one perceives. These phenomena are both wavering & fluctuating—inconstant, changeable, of a nature to become otherwise. [Similarly with the ear, nose, tongue, body, and intellect.]” — SN 35:93 (emphasis added) This alternating pattern between consciousness and intention can be explained in two ways. First, the general complexity of the causal principle underlying dependent co-arising—with present causes interacting with past causes to shape the present moment—opens the door to many feedback loops of just this sort. Consciousness and feeling, for example, alternate in just this way, as do consciousness and perception. Second, the specific interaction of consciousness and intention here helps to explain the nested quality of becoming, in which one state of becoming can start within another one, which is nested in yet another one, much like a set of nested boxes or Russian dolls. For example, the seed of consciousness that led to one’s birth on this physical plane of becoming is what has made possible one’s experience of this world through the six senses. Based on intentions interacting with that experience, other moments of consciousness have been conditioned, which serve as seeds for purely mental states of becoming within this lifetime: dreams, plans, and worlds of the imagination. Within those states of becoming, the mind produces further intentions and encounters another level of sensory experience, which conditions further moments of consciousness, and so on—dreams within dreams, stories within stories. And, from the Buddha’s point of view, instability within instability and—for the most part—suffering compounded by suffering.

“Paradox of Becoming” by Thanissaro Bhikkhu

[mxaxwx]

8-28-14

I’m looking for flight times and try to find Germany on a world map. I see that Europe is smashed right on top of the US.

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I’m walking through abandoned parts of a roller-coaster at a theme park. It’s overgrown with trees and weeds. After this, I pass by and an abandoned miniature golf course. A man walks out of a nearby building with his children tells them about it.

I rush back to where I had been prior to this in order to get my two laptops off of a table, where I had left them. I get there. It had recently rained and it looks as if they’ve been rained on. I find one of them and look for the second. I can’t find it. (I can’t find either?). I’m super worried. I look at one, which is older, maybe cheaper. I turn it on. It seems that it has a virus. I realize that it’s not mine. It belongs to someone that I used to know named Chris. When I see that it has a virus I turn it off.

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I’m with two people, watching a movie. In it, a character goes into a dream-state. At first, there are dark, brief snippets of him as a child talking to someone/something called “Moses”, as if he (Moses) is up on a rope/noose with a bucket on top of it (like a head?), but he’s not really there.

This changes to now flying in and out of clouds high in the sky (now like me actually there instead of watching it like a film). Everything is soft pink and dusk-like. There’s a narrator talking. A dragon is flying in and out of the clouds. I think it’s an enemy at first, but it just flies peacefully through them. The narrator mentions the date that this happened (something like 1847).

I’m following the dragon now—also seeing from its perspective at times. I fly over things. I see it running—like a dinosaur—on a mountaintop, through water. I think about how beautiful the CG is. I have such beautiful feelings attached to this. It runs to the edge and flies off—beautiful and majestic—over a large mountain, leading to a large body of water (like a lake). The first thing we see is an enormous aquatic dragon-like monster in the water.  We continue, flying over tons of different dinosaur-like animals swimming in the water, all making noise. I see a whale-like being floating just beneath the surface. We see one pounce on another, killing it. This is all so beautiful to me and I feel so deeply about it. The sense of beauty and elation is indescribable.

We have to leave and the movie cuts off—toward the end I believe.

I leave with two people. A guy is driving. We drive through a dirt alley. We go around something like a large Jenga stack and then turn right. I talk to the man driving about the part of the movie I just watched. I gush about it and tell him “It’s as close to my own dreams as anything I’ve seen”. He liked it too and agrees with what I say about it. He tells me that one of the prominent characters—a female, goddess-like person—explained what was going on (referring to the dragon/flying thing) as being part of a promise that she made to the main character earlier in the movie—the promises she made being two things from a chocolate box that she gave him. He mentions another part multiple times where the main character was watching her either laugh or cuss.

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I’m at a place like a museum. It’s the end of the night and everyone is getting ready to leave. I’m still talking about the movie. I see a friend of mine nearby. Some guy is holding a bag. The bottom falls out of it and a sculpture of his own head (that he’d made) drops out onto the floor. I think this is very funny and laugh about it.

I offer to let him use my reusable grocery bag, which is stronger because it’s reusable. He accepts and uses it.

I talk to my friend and keep laughing about it. It’s so funny to me and I laugh harder and harder about it until I wake up.

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I’m with my parents, walking around. There are a couple of UPS trucks that have been left parked on the streets, which I keep stuff of mine packed in. I want to go to one of them but they tell me that they had already seen them the last time they were here.

I walk into one of them. There is a bed with a curtain surrounding it and a few other things in here. I remember taking a nap in there today. I have depressing feelings attached to it.

We are out walking again. I consider the UPS people coming to get their truck sometime and consider going to get my things out of it at some point—then I look at it, just in time to see it drive off. I realize that I just lost everything that I had in there, but I soon let it go and come to terms with the loss.

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I’m at a store walking around. I’m looking for a book. “Mouthful of Cavities” by Blind Melon is playing on the PA. I figure that a certain friend of mine must have been the one who put it on. I walk past a co-worker, who is sitting at a table with a few other people trying to figure out the name of the song. I yell it to him, then figure out that I might have been mistaken and he might not have been trying to figure out the name of the song. I’m making a playlist.

I look for a book by John Milton. I look through the literature section for it. The section ends before the m’s. I see a sign that tells me the literature section continues downstairs. I remember this (like possibly from a previous dream?) and don’t want to go down there because it’s scary. I decide to go anyway and go through a door, leading to a short hallway and then down four flights of steps. The lights are off at each consecutive staircase. I turn them on and keep going. The staircases are crude and basement-like, with steel pipes as railings. When I get to the last one, I turn on the light, but there’s a rubber band strung across the top of the stairway, so I don’t go down. I hurry back upstairs.

(Back down in the basement?) I see a young man with a skateboard sitting on a nearby couch. I throw something at him. His mom sees me do it and I tell her that I thought he was a ghost.

I’m back in the store. A man who looks similar to Tony Soprano hands me a card. I believe he is a boss or owner here. I read it. It seems like it’s telling me that I’m fired (stating some excuses—maybe that they have to hide his grandpa?). I don’t finish reading it. Someone tells me how much they hate how this place is run. I think that the dream with the UPS/US Postal Service truck leaving with my stuff may have possibly been about this.

[kuenstlerkommando-blog]

#mySOULsays "...as I was a dream...my hands were coating roses in their hair...to drink thorns like celestial strings of tenderness...winds and all their grace...to face a chord in melodies...tales in gold and silvershine...times of time within to find...of what it was and not...just to be another dream...and then to go to what it seems...and to dream to dream again..." #live_from_BUGARACH .................................................................. "...tons of big to be biggest HUGS beloved #POCKETworld ...have an outstanding day and beautiful #dreamsWITHinDREAMS on whatever timeSCALE you are..." (hier: ICONofHUMANITY)

[erraticsporadic-blog]

Dreams within dreams

I'm feeling all "incepted" (yeah, I made up a word) these days.

I'm dreaming something horribly action filled and dangerous and wake up only to find out I'm in another dream which is even worse.

I do not appreciate this.

Although, it makes for good writing. When I woke up, FINALLY, after saying wake up a billion times (it took getting stabbed in the calf to happen) I wrote down everything.

Looking over it, my dreams are pretty badass and intense. Maybe I should write a movie script.

Has this ever happened to anyone, cause it's been happening soooooo much to me?