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April 25th, 2008
08:53 am - Dreaming the CTP
This morning, I awoke to a dream that I had been working on the ADF Clergy Training Program.
Now, if only I could remember what I wrote, because I think I finished Trance 2 in the dream. . .
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: awake
Current Music: "First Look", -JB
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December 6th, 2007
11:56 am - Finding my way through the Dreamland
Some days, I feel trapped in the past. And then I realize that I am the one who has trapped me there.
I read part of Lovecraft's The Silver Key yesterday, and began to think about what the key would look like. Lovecraft describes it as "a huge key of tarnished silver covered with cryptical arabesques." Then I thought about asking ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) smithing_chick to make one up for me, so I could find some of my dreams.
I then began to think about how much of a hero Randloph Carter is to me, and how so many of my heroes are not great people, but how they do such great things: Norman, Link, Simon, Samus, Jimmy, Indy, and all the others. The people who are my heroes in reality are the same sort of person, really.
"Three times Randolph Carter dreamed of the marvelous city, and three times was he snatched away while still he paused on the high terrace above it."
Randolph Carter's story is one of a man seeking his dreams. He is willing to give everything to reach them, and reach them he does, through perseverance, a willingness to try again when he meets failure, and a strong sense of self-worth and self-knowledge.
"Randolph Carter had indeed descended at last the wide marmoreal flights to his marvellous city. . ."
I pray my story has such a happy ending, that my own Dream Quest might end in such a way.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Music: "Little Miss Magic", -JB
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April 27th, 2007
11:01 am - Wondering Why We Ever Go Home: Greece, 2007
Journal Entry 3
04/08/07
7:28 AM
The House
A Night of Bad Dreams and Little Sleep
Last night, after a good evening of talking after yesterday's trips, I found myself unable to sleep. there were a lot of thoughts moving through my head all night, from ADF issues to work problems to women. And of course, last night's little discussion of love for a goddess.
But I woke up several times last night after I finally fell asleep, each time because of a different problem. It was the last problem I found myself most worried about.
Well, not "worried." More like "baffled."
In my dream this morning, which was actually a half-awake musing after I was awakened by zylch's alarm clock, I was hanging out with a girl When I saw her, I leaned in to give her a hug, and she pulled away, hard. I was confused.
"I'm not going to kiss you," she said.
"Fuck," I said. "If I wanted to kiss you, I'd ask you on a date first, and probably ask if I could kiss you. My heart's been broken too many times for me to try and pull a shitty stunt like that. Now, can I have a hug?"
And, of course, the rest of the dream has us wandering about a bookstore like old friends, but something has changed. She is no longer as close, no longer as flirty, and now, where there was nothing between us, there is embarrassment and suspicion.
And that simple fact breaks my heart again.
*laughs*
I've never been good with love, it seems.
Other highlights of my restless morning include watching the sunrise through the windows (more correctly, watching the sun's light increase) and having an argument over whether to get up and do a devotional to Usas (I decided not to because I needed the sleep so badly), worrying about ADF elections (very common), and enjoying thoughts about women (not like that, no). (well, maybe just a bit)
Oh, and I saw a ghost. Well, it was probably another guest at the house, but without my contacts in and in the bare moonlight coming in our small windows, it sure looked like a ghost. And since house ghosts are more exciting than house guests, I'm saying it was a ghost.
So there. Heh. The music playing as I post this is sillilly apropos.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/smile.gif) amused
Current Music: "Burn That Bridge", -JB
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December 14th, 2006
01:45 pm - Seeking the Sunset City
Altogether, it was not well to meddle with the Elder Ones; and if they persistently denied all access to the marvelous sunset city, it were better not to seek that city.
-H.P. Lovecraft, The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath I've been reading the stories Lovecraft references in The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath and remembering why the Cthulhu mythos interests me so deeply. This started when I picked up a copy of Phil Hine's Pseudonomicon and started reading again. I like Hine's work, really, even if it is more than a little weird sometimes.
Last night I read Pickman's Model and The Cats of Ulthar. I started on The Other Gods and will likely finish that tonight. Also on the list is Celephais. None of these are long stories (The Cats of Ulthar is the shorest), but I am hoping to understand The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath a bit better through reading them, and perhaps one day seek the sunset city on my own.
I am not sure I can explain why Lovecraft's horrors fascinate me so, but they do, probably because Cthulhu, Yog-sothoth, and Shub Niggaruth are not, to me, "real" entities, but rather embodiments of real things that we as humans have not and never will explain. They are not "real" like my gods are, even when I work directly with (or, as the case is more likely, succumb to) them, which is rare in its own right.
Really, it was Hine's article Cthulhu Madness that sparked this interest. Each step into the mythos creates a thirst for a deeper step. The mythos explains things perfectly: the age of a place, the depths of what humans are capable of, and the raw power of primeval nature. In this mythos, answers are not given. In this mythos, answers are felt. Cthulhu does not bring madness; he brings clarity and perspective that are otherwise inaccessible. It is the clarity and perspective that is gained that others believe to be madness.
I like to think of my interest as more sophistocated than the teenager who buys the paperback Necronomicon and tries to scare his parents or friends with it. I don't know whether it actually is. Working with Lovecraftian mythos is strange, in that it draws you in. The world as Lovecraft describes it doesn't make sense to those outside of it, who never enter it. Slipping into the mythos has been described to me as "stupid", "immature", "poorly thought through", and "frightening."
The thing about the Lovecraftian mythos, though, is that it doesn't have any power over those who don't choose to step into its world. When Lovecraft bumps against your world, you can escape easily, so long as you, personally, don't take that first step into the darkness. It's an easy dismissal, an offhand acknowledgement of its fictive and imature nature. It can be written off as simple stupidity or weirdness. Nothing can force you into the Lovecraftian mythos; indeed, the sanity of Thurber, who viewed Pickman's model, is not truly in danger: he avoided the madness merely by refusing to take that first step.
Entering the mythos is something that is done voluntarily. You cannot and will not be dragged in. In every story, as in every initiation into every mystery, everything begins with a voluntary step.
In other news, perhaps Slepnir was a deer, not a horse?
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/thinking.gif) thoughtful
Current Music: "Nautical Wheelers", -JB
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December 13th, 2006
08:35 am - Border-jumping from Ireland to England
Last night I had a dream.
In this dream, I was thinking about the border between Ireland and England. I believe I've always felt that it was kinda like the US-Mexico border (England being the "US" and Ireland being "Mexico" in this analogy), even though there's something called the Irish Sea between them.
To account for this, I envisioned that someone from Ireland could teleport to England, and that someone from England could teleport to Ireland.
The funny thing was this: Those coming from England to Ireland ended up in Belfast. Those going from Ireland to England ended up in jail.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Buttermilk Grove", -JB
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September 8th, 2006
08:42 am - Ghosti is alive and well in Ohio, and dreaming the WalMart Dream
 This morning, I walked into my office and passed a car with the license plate at right.
Well, at least someone here gets it :)
Last night, I had a strange dream. It took place in a WalMart, and I was late getting there, but just on time. I was met back in the camping section by an attractive blonde executive-type, and asked to hurry up and follow her.
She took me back into a room filled with various priests in various states of "vestedness" (which, I suppose, is the clerical equivelant of "dress"), and she asked me where my robes were. For a moment, I panicked, thinking, "Damnit, I knew I forgot something this morning!" but was saved when the cute executive blonde said, "Nevermind. Just find some here. We have a number in stock for priests who can't afford to dress nicely enough for our standards."
At this, a number of the priests looked knowingly at each other, while an equal number gave me that, "Don't worry, we've been there" sort of look that is always strangely comforting.
Hanging on the wall were some very Catholic-altar-boy-looking vestments (they came to above the knee, were slightly yellow with age and lack of care, and were completely out of place for the Pagan service I knew I was going to give. I decided that my suit was good enough, and would cover it well, checked the time and saw it was about my turn to go out, and slipped out the front door.
There, I came out into the WalMart chapel. Yes, it is exactly what you envision with the words "WalMart chapel." The service going on before mine was still in full swing, and they were cutting into my time. I caught a sneer from the woman who was preaching, and I knew she was going over her time on purpose.
I scanned the crowd for my congregants, and saw my parents sitting about three rows back. I sat down near the left wall of the chapel, and they got up and came to sit near me.
I'd invited them because this was a major thing: this was our first service here, where we were on par with several other religions, given the same honours and duties as they were, and also our first real service where it could be considered truly "hostile territory."
"We're playing with the big boys now," I whispered to my dad.
"Yes, you are!" he whispered back.
At that point, I started running through my ritual. I suddenly had to take into account that my liturgical design had to work around pews and the sanitized, indoor feel of a WalMart: truly a trick, as you can imagine.
I let my mind roam freely, blocking out the sqwaking of the lady who was running into my service's time, and started imagining what I would say in such an atmosphere.
The rite was in summer, and I thought of the camping and outdoor area behind me, and my inspiration ran wild. There was something tangible that Joe Blow and Susie Shoppingcart could relate to: the feel of nature, regulated through bugspray, high gas prices to get into the world, and expensive Ozark Trail tents that are more like houses than canvas. That was the natural connection I needed to stress: not full abandonment to nature (the WalMart crowd wouldn't understand that), but cautious entry into the realm of the unknown and amazing, the wholely other that was the edge of civilaization.
I felt very good about the service, very calm and comfortable.
Then I woke up to my alarm, thinking I had to get to WalMart before the service started without me.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Time to Go Home", -JB
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August 5th, 2006
12:57 pm
I've been playing with an idea that sleepingwolf gave me: Visual Liturgy.
It's a program (with several sister programs) developed by the Anglican Communion for liturgical work. Basically, you start with the basic Order of Services, and then you kinda pick your sermons, bible readings, prayers, hymns. . . everything.
I imagine that extensive use of such a program, even though the number of options are huge probably have a seriously detremental affect on the individual creativity of Anglican priests (there's suddenly no need to write your own, or spend a lot of time on liturgy), but I see that there's a use for it within the Pagan community. So I'm exploring options to make my own version.
It's a bit more complicated, though, when you have . . . essentially an infinite number of deities to find prayers for. :)
On Thrusday, the Three Cranes site went down. Hard. There was a real messup with my credit card, where for some reason my billing address was listed as "69 W. Weber Rd., Columbus, AL". Everything got cleared up, though, and the site no longer points to "find information on jib cranes, crane rental, construction cranes, grove cranes." Thank the gods. :)
On Thursday night, I found myself wide-awake when I got fully prepared for bed, so I got up and started in on the Liturgist Guild Study Program. There are only four classes I'd have to do (in addition to the GSP which I just finished, but haven't heard back on yet), and two of them (apparently?) count toward the second circle of the Clergy Training Program, so I figured, "Eh, what the hell?"
I wrote up everything for Liturgy Practicum 1: Domestic Cult Practice in ADF that didn't require the 4-month wait that night, and got a start on Liturgical Writing 1. The next morning (yesterday), I wrote hekatatia and asked to enroll in the LGSP.
Then, at lunch, while looking through the requirements for the program (again), I notcied that there's a requirement in the "bardic" portion of the program that requires the writing of two poems, at which point I realized that we need another voice to the Grove poem, which we update every year for Autumnal Equinox.
And I also thought about something I could do for a praise offering that ritual.
I'm moving back to seeking excellence in personal ritual, something that I haven't really thought of in a while. Not since Yule 2004, at least, when I wrote a solitary Yule rite because I had to miss Saturnalia. I have mentioned that I really want to re-do my Dedicant Program, too. I've told a lot of people who wanted to "test out" of the DP and various requirements that everyone has something to learn from going "back to basics", and I've always believed it.
Now, it's time to prove it.
Last night, I had a dream that tesinth and I were wandering through the Generations Religious Supply Store, collecting items for our own religious organization. In my dream, they had really great items for sheep sacrifice (like, big troughs to move the blood to a drain, a little table for examining the liver, and such like). If they have those in reality, then they must have a back room somewhere, because I didn't see any when I was there. . .
Today, I need to give perlgirlju a call and let her know when I'm free so that we can watch bad vampire movies.
But first, a shower is absolutely necessary.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Wonder Why We Ever Go Home", -JB
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July 6th, 2006
08:03 am - Dirty dreams
I had a series of dreams, all of them very dirty and all of them involving persons who read my LJ.
I don't recollect the events, honestly, except to say that yes, they were very, delightfully dirty.
I remember who all but one of the people were. The fifth is a very foggy recollection now, but when I woke up, I knew it was someone on my flist.
But, because it is really a shame that I don't remember these dreams beyond that they were dirty and you (reading this) might have been involved, I figured there might be a chance that you would remember what we did last night in the dream-world.
Poll #763174 Poll 17: Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: NoneWere you in my dreams last night? What, exactly, did we do in this dream?
No one can read the poll results, and comments are permanently screened, in case anyone needs any extra room to answer the fill-in-the-blank question. . .
Edit: Or, I guess, you could choose to unscreen the comments yourself, which is perfectly fine by me :)
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Blue Guitar", -JB
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June 12th, 2006
12:01 am - A little madness now and then. . .
I know what Lovecraft heard. I heard it, too. It spoke to me on the rocks as I stood above the Atlantic, waves breaking fifteen feet below. I heard the Call.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: refreshed
Current Music: "Come Monday", - JB
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April 17th, 2006
08:08 am - A good weekend, full of new things
This has been a weekend of many things: family, friends, church, dreams, fear, and regret.
( Family )
( Friends )
( Church )
( Dreams )
( Fear )
( Regret )
What I learned this weekend is that sometimes, you have to take the chance, to do the thing you were terrified of doing. The outcome may not be what you think you want, it may not be perfect, but there will be no one who can say, "Yeah, but he never tried."
Sometimes, trying is the only way to know happiness. It is always the only way to know completeness.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Hey Good Lookin'", -JB
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February 20th, 2006
09:30 am - Cartoons and fun.
A very special thanks to creature_tamer, tesinth, and singingwren for sitting around, re-living childhood with me last weekend.
We watched ten hours of He-Man and the Masters of the Universe, and it was good.
Thanks for coming by and enjoying.
Last night, I had a dream in which The Princess Bride was done by porpoises. Or maybe seals. I'm not entirely certain. While I know what the differece between the two is, they looked like seals, but in my mind they were definitely porpoises. Perhaps they were porpoises wearing disguises?
I have a fairly nasty cold, but it's just head-stuff, so I'm still functional. I just sound pretty bad and blow my nose a lot.
I'm going to have to write an annotated vocational statement. I'll turn it in without the notation, but the annotated version will be fully available to anyone interested, I think. It will contain some interesting information.
I think I will visit my parents in Chicago this weekend, and will see latexpussy, ferrelux and bangkokrobot. I want to visit the Baha'i temple in Willmette, IL, on Saturday.
I have replaced something of value, something I lost a year and a half ago.
For my own amusement, please take a moment or two to check these out and do them:http://kevan.org/johari?name=chronarchy
http://kevan.org/nohari?name=chronarchy Thanks!
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Someday I Will", -JB
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February 6th, 2006
12:05 pm - A smackle of entries. . .
The first entry is from Friday, but every other entry in this LJ entry has been pieced together from other entries that never really stood on their own. Either they were the starts of entries that never got finished (the oldest is from 10/22/2004), or they didn't fit anywhere else. Most of the quotes were just picked up along the way, some being descriptive and some just being worth remembering. Enjoy, and please feel free to comment or answer any questions posed.
I spent Friday night passed out on the floor of my office. I was sick, horribly sick. Everything from my knees to my digestion to my thought processes were painful or in revolt.
I knew I wouldn't be able to drive home in the condition I was in. I pulled out my jacket and spread it over me, propped my bag against the wall, and put my head down.
The world spun when I closed my eyes, but leaving them open brought amazing pain with the dim light.
I was helpless and lost, lying there among the dust bunnies and the layer of dirt my floor has accumulated because the housekeeping staff won't vacuum my office, and won't loan me the cleaner to do the work myself.
I didn't care about the grime. I was too tired.
And so I lay, clutching my stomach and my head, for an hour.
I finally got up when the phone rang. Had Tina not called, I might have stayed the night there. She offered to pick me up, but my pride took over at that point. I decided that I would come home when I was sure I could walk as far as the car.
I made it home that night, but was still in pretty bad pain. I'm not sure what was wrong with me, as I was all right the next morning.
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Why are the words "musing" and "amusing" not mutually exclusive?
Poll #667829 Poll 15d: Reality Is a Consensus Opinion
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: AllIs this entry true?
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Richard Frost", -JB
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December 27th, 2005
01:10 pm - My body is in pretty active revolt.
It's getting stiffer and stiffer and my entire right side is not taking this well. I can't really turn my head, I can't really move without showing an obvious stiffness, and my arm isn't getting any better. Tina commented this morning that it was pretty obvious I wasn't feeling well. I've popped more pain-relieving pills in the past two days than I may have in my life.
I've been having some bad dreams, too, involving friends. I need to make some rounds and check in, it seems.
Despite it all, I'm still smilin' and singin'. Honestly, there's not much that can beat me down right now. Life is freakin' grand, nothing's going wrong, and I'm happy. What more can one ask for? Well, I guess I could ask for a body that works right, but hell, I've absolute faith in my ability to heal, and I expect that this will all pass within a week and I'll be bouncing off the walls again.
I've added two trips that aren't festival-related to next year. One is out to the family farm in June/July to do some heavy labour for a week. I'll probably be through Kansas City for that, I imagine. The other is, possibly, more personal than the trip out to Kansas. I'm still debating on how much to talk about that one.
I'm suddenly, strangely, thinking about Valentine's Day. . .
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "The Great Filling Station Holdup", -JB
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December 6th, 2005
01:41 pm - A number of disjointed thoughts, quotes, dreams, and ideas
I had a dream last night where I shaved my head. It was another form of escape.
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( Read more... )
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Makin' Music for Money", -JB
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October 31st, 2005
08:33 am - Tentacles, rituals, and hot, naked home improvement
Yesterday, well, it was a day.
It started out Sunday morning with a rather tentacly dream.
And here I thought I might be done with those.
( Cut for tentacles )
So after an amusing conversation about how I did not dream of tentacles (is it so hard to believe?), I woke up fully and started some breakfast and reading the paper. I enjoyed a nice recap of Saturday's Ohio State game, realized that I was supposed to set my clocks back, and then started putting together Grove stuff for the Samhain rite that night.
( In which I find out that home improvement requires clothing )
My first stop, K-Mart, saw me walking out with two very nice silver earrings that look a hell of a lot like torcs, once you pull the earring-bits off them. I'll never know why people don't make offering-sized torcs that *aren't* earrings. The best part, though? They were on sale. 50% off. I loved it.
My second stop, Meijer, saw me getting everything else I needed. It was nice to just make two stops on my way to a rite.
While in Meijer, though, I had a sudden thought, one that bothered me throughout the rest of the day. It was a question:
Is it harder to love clergy, or to be clergy in love?
That's a question I'm not sure I'll ever answer. But it came from some issues that I suddenly came face-to-face with yesterday that I admit I wasn't expecting. Well, they're questions and issues that have been bubbling up for a long time, but that suddenly stood out clearly against the bright blue sky that graced that Sunday.
There are, I noticed, issues that clergy have to deal with that I'm not sure I'm ready to deal with. There are power relationships, trust issues, priority issues, etc., all of which I have dealt with before, but all of which suddenly made me sit up and take notice today. Is it possible for me to give any woman the time and place she deserves? If I act as clergy to an SO, what sort of trust issues come up? If I become the SO of someone a Grove member is interested in, can that Grove member ever trust me again? What if someone just wants to "date the collar", and is it honest to do that? If all I want is to have fun and cuddle, is even that as innocent as it used to be?
I'm eligible for Dedicant Priest status as of last Tuesday. I have not applied. I may very well not. The more I look at it, the more it scares me, and the more I question it. Yes, I'm on a path that will lead me there eventually (even if it has to drag me kicking and screaming), but certain things are making me seriously question whether it's something I can do today. I could have handled it very well in early August. I almost did.
I can't handle it well today.
But, after Meijer, I got to Blacklick Woods and set up next to where we had Summer Soulstice. I was actually just looking for a sunny place to eat some cheese, and didn't realize where I was for a time.
( Talking to myself )
Just before the ritual, a doe walked out into the ritual area, grazing on the grass. She stayed there until perlgirlju tried to park on top of her, at which point she wisely decided to look for greener pastures. But I took the presence of a deer at a rite that would honour Cernunnos to be a very good omen.
( Samhain )
And, finally, I got home and started getting ready for bed when I realized I hadn't managed to put the wall back together. So I grabbed my drill (something I needed to finish the project, I realized) and went to town wearing just my boxers and a pair of socks.
Well, I now have a beautiful red gash on my thigh from an exposed screw that ripped down my leg as I as trying to get out of the crawlspace the damn access was in. It's really a beautiful shade of red, I admit, bright and vibrant. But it wouldn't be there if I'd been wearing pants.
And with that, I realized it was time for bed. Well past time. Which is why, for some stupid reason, I'm finishing up this entry while stinking of campfire and hoping that the blood stops dripping at 12:15 PM last night so I can post it in the morning, because Gods know, tomorrow is going to be a doozy at work, and I won't have time to write anything.
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "The Wind Cries Mary", -JB
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September 14th, 2005
02:46 pm - Women and money, as well as a dream
This morning I caught a spider. He had a black body and long red legs, and was of a decent size for a house spider.
I scooped him up and took him outside. He landed in the grass and scampered away.
( money )
( women )
Today was also a day to add some random Chaos Workings to the Generator I also fleshed out my PSA page a bit.
Perhaps most interesting, though, ( was a dream from last night. )
But that dream inspired the following poll:
Poll #570523 Poll 8: Come and get it!
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: AllIf I were up for auction, what would be worth placing a bid on me? Let's say my Grove did put me up for auction to raise money. What would you like for your money? (leave a comment if you hit the char limit.) No, you won't offend me.
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Traveling Clean", -JB
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January 31st, 2005
06:10 pm - Two dreams. . . you're warned.
So last night I had two dreams. I think that I have to revise my general statement about how often I have dreams. It used to be "never" back in high school. It became "rarely" when I started college, literally one per quarter or so.
Toward the end of my college career, coinciding with the more thought and depth (or so I like to think) I gave to my spiritual practice, it became slightly more common. . . maybe once per month.
But now, I have to say that I often dream, and those dreams are very vivid. The way my mind appears to work is that reality and fiction aren't so much different, but that I don't care to distinugish between the two in general. A lot of it comes from my work with visualization: I have no issue perceiving things that are not real at the same time as perceiving things that are.
Perhaps calling them "real" and "not real" doesn't really do them justice. . . Probably better is "real to us" and "more real to me than to you". As you can see from that pair of statements, the work with Chaos Magic and Discordianism has affected my worldview some, and that's probably the main catalyst that brings in so many interesting ideas.
( Anyway, the dreams last night )
Current Mood: awake
Current Music: "Beyond the End", -JB
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September 7th, 2004
12:36 pm - Dreams of Elder Gods
I had a dream the other night.
( Cthulhu finds me )
Do not wake the dreamers in R'leyh, for they will find you.
Current Mood: calm
Current Music: "Everybody's Talkin'", -JB
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August 19th, 2004
04:08 pm - Another weird dream. . .
I had a strange dream last night:
beautycorrosion was a fetish model.
triadruid and kittenpants were getting married.
alia_egilsson was coming to town, and jcrr was with her.
romandruid was going to Summerland.
eydimork was bilingual.
The really weird part here is pretty obvious, at least to me.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/confused.gif) confused
Current Music: "A Pirate Looks at Forty", -JB
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August 12th, 2004
08:42 am - Strange dream?
I had a curious dream last night (and I see I'm not the only one).
( Read more... )
On a side note, I will be going to see Eris this weekend. I'll have a camera with me, so you can all see Eris, too. Is there anything anyone needs? Ask now, because I don't know how often I'll be visiting in the future. It all depends on how this visit goes.
Yes, I'm completely serious. It's a physical visit. fred_smith and I figured out it was possible last night.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/wink.gif) weird
Current Music: "One Particular Harbor", -JB
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