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Followed by a Tiger
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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I'm being followed by a tiger. I'm in the "Bibles for Missions" thrift store, there's a low probability of treasure, but I'm searching nonetheless.
It's handy to my house.
And there's a little 5 year old boy, cute, he's found a tiger mask in the store and he's stalking me.
I showed fear, which you should never do with tigers, and when he lifts his mask I warn him of the tiger on the loose in the store.
He appears unconcerned.
I tell him the store has called a hunter, who will probably come and poach the tiger when he sees it, so if he, the little boy, sees the tiger he should warn him.
He grins broadly.
"No, it's serious" I tell him and wonder where his mom is. "You never see tigers any more, it's because the hunters have got them all. Go find the tiger and warn him".
He eventually toddles off to hide in an aisle and find another victim. Which is why you don't see tigers in the wild anymore, they don't listen to reason.
Lucid Dreams
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When I was younger I would practice this, lying down, attempting to astral project myself, beginning with my toes, concentrating on lifting free the feather of my soul from the leaden weight of my body. I would attempt to visit people I knew, seek confirmation of consciousness beyond my brain, sense beyond my senses. In time I had some small successes, I would free myself, then begin to fly, knowing all the while I was dreaming, but controlling it, flying across the world, strange landscapes spread out beneath me, attempting to navigate by force of will alone.
And I would lose control, accelerating rapidly, the landscapes, mountains, cities beneath me turning into a blur, I would begin to panic when it seemed I would go over the edge of the world, when I might not return, and awaken suddenly.
I practiced this, but life makes you busy, you lie down to project and find yourself only falling asleep. I should try this again.
Interpretation of Dreams - #1
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One dream which stands out for the ease of interpretation.
I had finished at a job, with the corporation, it was a disgraceful ending, I had spoken my mind, not really, not even a little but quoted out of context, out of place, I had broken the rules, said something I regretted and was let go.
I had behaved badly. Sure, there were many excuses, overworked, understaffed, permanently stressed with ridiculous deadlines, unattainable targets, and representing hypocritical customer service ambitions.
But I had behaved badly, spoken hastily under stress, and was let go.
And so I went home, both saddened and relieved that this little nightmare was over.
I collect wrist watches, vintage watches, Bulova, Hamilton, Omega, Rolex, any old watches. I have a box full, some are working, some need repair. They are the tangible inheritance I will pass to my children.
When I got home I took a nap. I dreamt my supervisor was breaking into my apartment, the rest of the company was outside waiting for her in a van.
She was breaking in to my apartment, I passed her in the hall as she was carrying out my furniture. She came back again, now to steal my watches. I watched her carrying them out the van, to divide and share with the other employees.
The interpretation was simple - the company had been stealing my watches, my "time" with them was stolen.
When I awoke I saw this, clearly now by way of the dream. And I was less upset.
Of N*** in 3 slices
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I woke up, groggy, barely able to move but I was going to write down this dream, it would only take a minute, I could fall asleep again when I finished.
And I turn on the light, check the clock - must be 3 - 4:00 AM?
It's 7:10 and I'm late, my dream is swiftly evaporating.
There was my mother, somewhere off in a town, shopping, a small old town on a forested mountainside that runs to the sea, overcast, old brick houses and shops. A ferry, I was on it waiting for her, she should hurry or she'll miss it. She missed it.
And N*** - her profile, in 3 paper thin slices, one slice merely a shadow, the other 2 filled with pink polka dots.
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