Dream-diary, April 2018



May 4th (Fri during daytime) 2018 :- Dream : I was standing alone somewhere, intending to find somewhither to go to, when my father arrived unexpectedly, spoke to me, and immediately walked away, walking up what I saw was a narrow upward-winding white-enclosed entirely-white staircase : it was constructed with internal walls curving so as to form a hollow vertical helix. (This incident may have been the only occasion when I have seen a helically-curved staircase -- being helical, it had no landings within it -- in a dream; though I had seen photographs of such staircases often, typically in photographs of modernistic mansions.) I said something like : "Can I go with you? I have nowhere else to go." He was already (even by the time that I said this) out of sight, but I walked up the staircase, until it ended at an upstairs doorway, through which I could near someone talking. I was about to entre through that doorway, [when I awoke. I was seated at my computer-desk. When I had fallen asleep, I had been in the process of seeking out free music (because despite my current subscription, Last.fm had somehow become so nearly impossible for me to shift, from listening to one station, to listening to a different one) on the internet (and was in the process of attempting registre for such a music-website), when I had fallen asleep. After I awoke, I discovered that that particular website was charging for permission to listen to its music; so I started listening to a different internet music-website. {It is noteworthy that in the first dream wherein heard music (this was some decades ago), I heard it while I was scaling (climbing) a staircase in a dream : cf. Ya<qob's dream wherein he was observing mal>akiym scaling (climbing), evidently intended as indicating of musical scales intoned by them in their heavenly chanting. A church's bell-tower is traditionally built as a hollow vertical cylindre, with a helical staircase adjacent its wall's interior.}] {When, for a website whence to listen to music on the internet, I did make a selection (because it was last on my praeviously-praepared list of such websites at http://hagiography.00.gs/music,_European_mediaeval_&_classical_audio_on_internet.htm), it was JAMENDO at https://www.jamendo.com/en/radios where (after trying "Classical" and also "Selections") I saw (among choices at https://www.jamendo.com/blog) "Classical Music -- Various Composers : Favourite Organ Works"; instead (under "PLAYLISTS" leading to https://www.jamendo.com/blog/playlists) where I saw selected (as playlist) "Cinematic Landscapes" leading to https://www.jamendo.com/playlist/500395082/cinematic-landscapes where I noticed and played "Bells of Hope" by PSICODREAMICS -- which (having been arrived at by a serendipitous process) is curiously reminiscent of my dream which had reminded me of bell-towers. Then from https://www.jamendo.com/track/956790/bells-of-hope upon clicking "album: BELLS OF HOPE (Christmas single") I arrived at https://www.jamendo.com/artist/339449/psicodreamics which I continued playing through the night (while I was sleeping), wondring whether this would influence my dreaming.}


May 4th-5th (Fri-Satur) 2018 :- Dream : I was selecting amongst published quotations on alchemy, for my uploading onto the internet. {I had, while awake during the praeceding evening, been last taking notes, to upload into the internet, from the book Alchemical Traditions; lastly perusing the chapter "Iatrochemistry ... Kalacakra Tantra", where, e.g., (p. 242, fn. 37) "the Secret Quintessential Instructions" may have been the source of the avowedly "secret" information on hypnagogic vision of strung beads' developing into divine scenery, such information whence I had obtained my knowledge on this (a few years ago).}

Later dream (same night) :- My father was speaking harshly to a a young child, while pressing the end of a rod against the child's body. When I looked at the child body (which was sitting on the ground) and saw that it was very young, I said to my father : "That's only a baby". But I realized that my father was quite a disciplinarian. [Then I awoke.]


May 6th-7th (Sun-Mon) 2018 :- Dream : I was reading printed litterature concerning a woman who was calling herself "Bitch Philosophy the candidate", which description I understood to mean that she was a candidate running in an election to a public political office, with her intention being that of promoting, if elected, the right of all women to call themselves "bitches" and to behave accordingly. [Then I awoke.]


May 9th-10th (Wedn-Thur) 2018 :- Dream : I attempted to fasten two mechanical objects together, but failed because I could not succeed in pressing the padlock shut. Thereupon, a woman did succeed in fastening two mechanical objects together by firstly sliding a mechanism on the padlock (which I had not noticed when I had attempted), and upon doing so, she said to me (in order to explain to me my failure), something like, "You didn't click it together". [Then I awoke. That sort of padlock having a mechanism needing to be slid into place before the padlock could be pressed shut was, of course, more intricate than ordinary padlocks to which we are normally accustomed.] {There was a locking mechanism which had to be slid (by hand) into place before it could be locked (also by hand), on the door of each gaol-cell at the gaol where I was awating trial in Ch, IL -- oddly, I once watched the mechanism sliding itself into place and locking itself, both which actions I (even while they were happining) deemed to be praeternaturally performed by invisible divinities : futhermore, while I was showering to when entring the gaol a horizontal rainbow completely surrounded by body (not, perhaps, quite possible by the laws of refraction of light -- no other rainbow showed up then or later in that or any other showerroom there nor anywhere else ever in my life --, and even my leaving out of custody was odd : when brought to court handcuffed, I simply slid the handcuffs off from both of my hands and walked out of the courtroom although my case had not come up). Evidently my dream last night was intended by its makers-and-arrangers to indicate that they, now residing in my dreamworld, had been with me in gaol there (it was during the Vietnam War, sometime in the early 1970s). The woman who appeared in my dream last night was (in her true function as goddess able to manipulate personal situations in the material world) praesumbly invisibly performing miracles in the gaol at that time over 4 decades ago. Do note that yesterday evening I copied down passages (from blog-threads on DMT-Nexus website) written by men describing their being visited by the Salvia divinorum goddess named "Princess" : in the primary account (for the commencement of a thread) the goddess was seen as oddly variegated (thus reminiscent of a praeternatural rainbow) -- and along with my copying this I resolved to use the method of preparing my Salvia divinorum in the way which always leadeth to praeternatural effects (and without which praeparation, ingesting it cannot produce an effect). Is the goddess who is in charge of Salvia divinorum the very same divine person as appeared in my dream last night? If so, that (namely, my failure hitherto to ingest it after activating it by propre praeparation) could be why my waking life hath been so very sparse on miraculous visions in recent decades. This could also be intended to inform me that I am to-honor-and-to-worship primarily (i.e., as my is.t.adevata) the goddess of Salvia divinorum.}