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1. Dream Log: 17SEP2013: The Inside-Out House

   I found myself standing on a ladder, apparently in the process of repairing the gutter of my home. It was a house built in the 1920’s, an Edwardian style typical of homes on the Pacific Northwest, with a comfortable property and mature vegetation. Some friends of mine were also there, visiting, whom I knew from 15 years ago – middle-aged Baha’i’s. One was Elena, the person who taught me Reiki; another was my good friend and mentor James Norquay, who introduced me to the pipe ceremony. Perhaps this is an indication that both of them have “passed to the next world” now, but it felt really nice to have them both close by; it was nice to visit with them. In the middle-distance I was vaguely aware of a three-story apartment building two blocks away, painted light blue and white, which I could see out of the corner of my eye from my vantage point on the ladder.

   It was dusk. The street lamps were on, but it was still light enough to see. It felt like a warm early-fall evening.

   The home next door to my left was just a wood frame with pink insulation covering every exterior surface. The house was in no way properly finished; it almost seemed inside-out. The wood framing was weather-worn oak, as though the house had always been that way. It was the kind of house a “hoarder” would live in, and I had a sense that someone marginally lived there, with old junk in every room, and no power to light the rooms.

   What had caught my attention was a large german shepard standing on the roof of this house, entertaining himself by ferociously trying to “kill” one of the flats of the pink insulation. He was tossing it back and forth in his jaws as dogs will do, growling in a ferocious way (the scale of this image will tell you how big the dog was…). For some reason this didn’t seem to bother me.

   My son Dylan was standing at the foot of another ladder, and I noticed there was also a large black shape with its back to us, which seemed to be a bear (all I recall seeing is a large black something that was vaguely bear-shaped). I said to my son, you’d better come up here, there’s a bear down there. I wasn’t at all scared or alarmed by this. So he climbed up the ladder and smiled at me. We were safe near our home.

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2. My dreams last night (more precisely the today’s break), 15.09.2013

   Thanks to Troy’s suggestion, I hence can finally memorize my dream, thought it felt in fact horrifying.

   I was in an small auditorium room (I’m so sure it’s in fact in a ship), listening to a speech with my family, my siblings and father. The father looked pretty young, very knowledgeable in the spiritual domain, with whom I feel more sense of security. That I and my siblings seemed still kids. That speech or course seemed to have to do with some spiritual issues.

   By or after the end of the speech, from the widows, an orange being looking like dragon but with a bull head flied towards us. Each time, when he flied into this auditorium room, it caused fright, and then there were people/children gone. It looked and felt like the black smoke seen in the series LOST. Once, I just spoke with microphone, recommend all the parents and children to envision the violet flame as a shield sphere enveloping each one his/herself, first turn it counterclockwise and then clockwise.

   I was targeted, too. So father brought me to hide in some other room and looked for the help of one of his friend/teacher. I dodged some attacks of this bull, but in the end of my dream, this dragon/bull turned already into a very big man-looking shadow or ghost, standing just behind me. His right hand just reached my right face, attempting to draw me out. I woke up at this very moment.

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3. I had very wild dream experiences this time, but was too tired to write them down when I woke up. Later I couldn’t remember any details, but I know this is from the OcaTAwa. I get the image or vision of a landscape and ancient time periods, as if this ship has been around ever since all continents were one huge land mass, also the setting for the stories of Conan the barbarian, or Lemuria.

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4. I think this is one of my new “favorite” images. 🙂 yin/yang dress – revolving door of reincarnation – reflections of different dimensions in the windows – even the “colorized” version being reminiscent of the movie the wizard of oz. I also appreciate the 1930’s design. Everything about this composition is “perfect”.

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   • I in fact didn’t read this comment in time until today.

     On Saturday, Sep. 14th, the European Heritage day, the very museum that I visited is Musée des Années 30 (Museum of the 1930s), a municipal museum specializing in the fine arts, decorative arts, and industrial arts of the 1930s in a south-western suburb of Paris. Pity that there is no brief English introduction on it. Here is the link of the museum : http://www.annees30.com/index.php. Below the “Les Collections,” the pictures of concerned collected works/stuffs are available.

     Thank you for this significant image, proposed here in this very week. I guess this is far beyond a coincidence for me!

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     • A “telepathic” connection! 🙂

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5. estoy ansioso que llege el sabado noche para reencontrame con mis amigos namaste ,,no se olviden de mi ,,,,

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   • BIENVENIDOS! ♥

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