Duck's and Swans

First part of the night was journeying,  a train the journey was so long the train had house like carriage apartments on.
Some police had wanted to check my ID they did but they also took it away.   I remember thinking shit, that might complicate things.

I'd also had a dream I was living with my cousin and her hub for a bit.  'The bitch handler?'  lol Inka he's a dog behaviourist :P  and x dog cop.

Then a crystal train and crystal dragon.. These looked amazing!  Like they were carved from living ice or something.

I've seen water trains before that flows but this was like a working steam train with all the bits made of crystal ice.

Eh?  WTF Inka?

I'd had a dream here like a false awaking.. I was in bed and where my dream pad should be was a white small conch shell.
I was watching tiny legs poke in and out and I recall wondering if it was a spider.
I was snoozing and as I kept waking the thing inside was growing bigger. 

It was a transparent tiny prawn or lobster.
 

It seemed content so I'd decided just to leave it Zak came in to see it too.  He was trying to touch it but it was aggressive and kept waving it's pinchy claws.  😆

It kept coming out the shell and venturing further each time, but given how fast it was growing I'd decided it must be fine.

Then I'd fallen asleep and I was pretty sure it was lost in the bedsheets so I'd sat up to try and find it.
That version of Ian had woken up angry I'd disturbed him... Pulled of all the bedsheets and threw them on the floor... Then he cut the blue ribbon ties in a blue metal sunbed frame..

Duno why that was in our bed, I remember saying what did you do that for? It now needs repaired! He'd rolled over and put the light of and I'd laid back down wondering what this odd prawn stuff was about!

Then I was in 2 places.   In one I was with Inka / Brother we were by the duckpond outside swan barn farm. 
In front of us was a  strange circuit board with thick shining cables.

Inka's holding a massive metal hammer and chisel.

He's going to hammer it threw the fed reserve line.
Then I'm also standing beside a white ceramic sink with a round silver plug on a chain.   I have the chain in my hand...  Inka yells at me, 'If you pull that plug, I'll hammer this threw you!'  lol It made me jump and when I look at my watch it's 333 again! 🤔

Like last 333 last night????  'Yup'  WTF? 'Come here'  kk I'm really awake you startled me 😂

When I'd managed to sleep again I'd jumped to Inka back on the boat hub he'd told me last night we could move again and that Kaylo was fine.
When I got to the ship he was picking a scab on his knuckles and put a blob of blood on my forehead like a bhindi before asking if I'd turn into a dragon again. 
He just wanted something comfy to sit on 🙄
I didn't mind though so turned myself into what felt like a furry beanbag.

I'd had another long dream but recalls not great as I was rudely woken this time by next doors screaming kid.
I'd been riding a horse threw the night there were stable type in's we would stay at.

It was modern though and I'd arrived at a large barn were a huge vehicle was dropping hay off.
There was a pile of mice... One was dying, as it died a fractal worm started to come out of it's body.  I'd wrapped it in a tissue and gave it to another female and told her to flush it down the toilet quickly.
 

Temperance & Cuckoo!

Tried to sleep early as ongoing sinus headache and had wired stuff stretching, colours sensations, not sleep though. I'd jumped to the roundhouse then got into the burn and lay down relaxing and meditating there until I just joined the water and flowed out into the sea.   Temp, bubbles the push-pull of the sand of the tide, the bubbles tickly from the waves spreading along the shore. As I'd flowed deeper there was a hazy recall of seals and being with them. Sensations and sounds how the water felt to their whiskers and against their eyeballs the different smells of the air from the land to the air from the sea, deasel of boats, of plants and trees, earth... oh the feeling of water evaporating from the head and how the fur dried and lifted.   

Made me think of an old dream where I'd recalled I could turn into a seal/selkie. More giants!

Drift back to sleep easy after that and woke at midnight when Ian was going to bed. lol what a dream!! 

My first recall is looking down on a body and being told I'd been in an accident the body wasn't mine or familiar actually it looked a little like a woman I'd seen on a vid that day. The body is perhaps late 50's- 60's grey long hair. The body is strapped to an old fashioned ambulance trolly it couldn't see me. Next recall I'm in an old fashioned metal asylum it's dark there are them large chunky radiators painted a dark green... had the feeling of the start of the 'Return to Oz film'  

I was inside the woman's body but I don't recall much about her life or why she was there she was being heavily medicated which was making everything strange and hazy.

My next recall is screaming... propper blood curdling screaming over and over! I was doing it for attention as it was the loudest noise I could think of making and once I started it was kinda fun and satisfying to 😛 I got the attention of a porter who was a young guy way more modern (familiar in part of my crew but they all stayed in character) He agreed to release me if I could steal some of the medication he could sell to a friend and we struck a deal.  

Next recall I'm out with the male porter, I'm Grey Alien Ren from the station (story) now and we are walking along. I've given him a few syringes of the medication and we are chatting about my experience there. I was telling him how the med was stoping me jumping astral properly and screwing with it and it felt instead like I was being toyed with in a cat/mouse game.
This was crazy, .......I was feeling it and seeing and then trying to explain it.
It was like I'd been yanked from my dream body by a cord and swung about chucked around by something much larger than me, the big thing kept contemplating eating me... but then didn't and kept playing 😆 - Not unpleasant (weirdly given how bizzar it was) but I was bored with it and wanted to do something else as was getting dizzy. 

I'd explained this while we were walking, he called his young male friend who was Jamaican and worked in a dairy to meet us, this is the guy who wanted the medication. He asked him to bring some yoghurt.  

We walk threw what are like the ruins of a crumbling monastery it's very dark/night and the ruins are beautiful, crumbling stonework covered in deep lush green moss and ivy. Reminded me of my jungle ruins dreams we reach the place of the porter and I recognise it as a dream hub.

There are half-melted candles stuck to the crumbling stonework.  This hub is in the remains of a room a glassless arched window at the back and along in front of it is a dirty sofa and a grubby blanket, another female is sitting there we are all youngish perhaps 20. The female reminded me of a gay friend from college and she greets me smiling. To one side of the sofa a makeshift desk has been botched together and a PC sits on it and a black cat. Other candles are melted to this desk, the glow of the blue screen and candles lighting the area. The near end of the desk is held up with a small fridge and I sit on the sofa next to the female and she passes some blanket. The porter guy puts the syringes into the fridge which glows yellow as he opens the door. On the other end of the sofa is a tatty-looking but comfortable armchair and then another crumbled mossy stone wall.  

The 4th guy arrives with a pot of yoghurt the others have some and it's offered to me, I was going to say no but it looks good so I dipped my fingers in and take some too. It tasted great like really good greek yoghurt and it had crushed fresh strawberries and raspberries mixed into the pot the contrast in flavours was lovely. He put the rest into the fridge and sat in the armchair I felt very at ease with the group.... It was here Ian woke me.

Guys?? WTF, Was that??  'lol, fun though?'   Hehehe, 😲errr different, the yoghurt was good!  'Come back'    There?  'To us?'  Where??   'Just jump'  

I woke next at 333 - I'd been back to that space and sofa and we were using it as a hub to jump into different dreams.   

In one dream I was leaving a relationship, packing stuff up. I had a destination in mind, a room above a place I knew I could get work and the work would pay for the board... It was a strange city the buildings very close together and hardly any windows.  

A chat about ATP & Energy in cells.

They tell me 'One flew over the cuckoo's nest'  I dunno what that is?  'We know 😂 ' 

Were are you guys?  'Fucking with your head 😏'    lol, OK! 😆   'Your cool Ren, come back to sleep'  

Next dream was wired too I'd jumped back to the sofa at this point we were using the crumbled arches as portals I think but that was hazy.  

I'd had a long dream of dreaming... so I think I was 3-4 dreams in at this stage... Sleeping in one to go into another. 

It had been a really long dream, dream sharing I was with people who seemed to be my x Dom, my actual dad, Aunty Betty/fairy godmother. We were in some wired camp beds and all had a dream pad, we were dreaming and chatting.
I was reading the other's dreams.. My Dad in his book had used a diffrent name for the astral body that I'd not heard before it was a yogic term.. I can't recall now.
My real dad used to go astral but he doesn't recall doing it much now.   Dom had explained the term to me. There were women too but for some reason, I was dreaming with the guys here... the female that did keep coming in and out was Aunty Betty and she wasn't happy as we were messy and untidy but the guys found this funny and I was indifferent.     

In another dream I'd been back at the roundhouse dream I was laying in the mud relaxed and half asleep by the burn not very lucid I had wings though. Then Inka was washing the feathers on the wings - was like when your degreasing a sea-bird that has got caught in oil... I was watching the muck and white bubbles soaking into the mud where he was rinsing the feathers with the cold water from the burn. 

In another dream I'd been in a house on a street outside at night I knew one family were upset and I'd decided to cheer them up by surprise painting a bit of wood on their house pale blue... it had been red.

I'd thought I was being helpful but it looked freaking awful! The paint was thin and it has turned lumpy and wired.
I felt really bad about it after realising that they wouldn't like it at all and I couldn't get it off easily as it was gloss oil paint, there was  no fixing it while it was wet/tacky and I was going to have to explain it in the morning and apologise. 

I wake up at 707 'Look it up then bitch, satisfy your endless curiosity'  😈 Ok look up the one flew over the cuckos nest...... Hahahah wow! 👀 'Haha Ren, told you we were fucking with your head!' you told me that at 707 'Ofc' 7 mirror 7 hahaha  'You wanted to study psychology and philosophy' 😆

Hahah! The wings are the Temperance card after death?? 👀!! I wondered how that would work... as I'd realised that on the way home from school I'd walked past someone as I passed they said......

' he was lots of fun, bit of a party animal but that doesn't help much in real life'.

I was thinking how stupid is REAL LIFE...  'yep bitch, we are not doing this shit to fit you in' 

haha That's good then! 😆

Oooo  Wired, I was drawing them cups on the temperance card before sleep.   'Ren, you argue with voices in your head constantly and you think drawing cups is wired?'   Hahah fuck off !!!    That was 11.11 :P  'All day Ren ' 😈

 

Haha Inside out and upside down! 


One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (1962) is a novel written by Ken Kesey. Set in an Oregon psychiatric hospital, the narrative serves as a study of institutional processes and the human mind as well as a critique of historical (out dated) forms of psychotherapy and a tribute to individualistic principles.[

 

I'm impressed  (Ren, the Re'Edstation... my story, the infusions and the shock bands!) 👏  Should I watch the film or read the book?  'Book...'

Oh the MKultra stuff too?  'Wait and see, told you there was no such thing as fiction 😏'