OBE

Arch

Perhaps one of the easiest ways I have of finding myself in an out-of-body experience, is my memory. When I come to, it is like I have been transported. My mind recalls the last point of origin, which is usually where I went into meditation. Not having any recall of points between here and there is a sure sign, which brings up the story of using it in this reality. When things do not seem quite normal, I recall the time-line from then to when I awoke that morning. If I trace my day back to my alarm, I am surely in my reality and will have to deal with the situation, something I will not be awakening from.

Because I have so many dreams, it is not easy deciding which one to post; the longer ones take a lot of time to write out properly. My mood also influences my choice of which dream to write about and then there is the decision of which one to publish after several are finished.

I had been working on the following dream for some months as you can see from the date. I only had to have my wife edit it and had been putting it off until an incident yesterday, Saturday, January 18, 2014. I had to use my recall to trace back my time-line to when I first awoke. I came to a very fast conclusion, I was indeed awake, which only added to my fear. I felt the need to post the following dream because of the recall I use for my reality checks. If you’re interested in my incident from Saturday from this reality, click here.

Thursday, September 5, 2013;(oobe)

Being a morning person, I am always up before the sun. With the deep dark redness that invades the inside of one’s eyelids, I awoke suddenly, fearing I had slept through my alarm. I was lying on my back but instead of the ceiling above, I saw a clear blue sky. Briefly, I wondered how I had gotten outside. I traced my thoughts back and could only recall going to bed. Then the thought came to me; I was either dreaming or in an OBE.

It’s rare that I come into another world in the lying down position; I usually stand. I also was no longer in my room but in a patch of tall grass. Before moving or sitting up, I listened for any sounds. The only thing that caught my attention, had been the quiet rustling of the long stems of grassy-looking plants I was lying in. I sat up and looked down at what I was wearing. I was expecting nothing, seeing that I went to bed that way. Luckily, I was in my previous day’s clothes. Even in other realms I’m quite modest when I am not dressed. I got on my feet and took in the surrounding scenery. I was in an open field. Many yards away stood an outline of trees that enclosed the area. Off to my right just a few yards were what looked to be an old shack that had become overgrown with bright green vines. I only made a couple of steps toward the shack when something jumped through the grass away from me.

Looking down into the grass while I took another step, I saw small white insects dispersing from me. I looked around me and saw that I was surrounded by them. These insects resembled a cross between crickets and grasshoppers with a pale white coloring. Their long back legs were held up above their bodies. I made another step toward the shack. The insect’s legs pivoted down, striking the grass stems and hopping over a yard away. The ones behind and beside me kept pace with me. Oddly, they all faced me as if inspecting me or out of curiosity. I continued my stroll over to the shack keeping an eye on my companions as I did.

The shack was covered inside and out in thick green foliage. The opening had no door and was in the shape of an arch. At first, the shack seemed to be about eight feet high but coming up to it, I noticed it stood on a mound about two feet tall. The doorway and interior were less than six feet high with a depth of five feet. The side walls I could touch at the same time. The floor was covered with the same grass that was in the field. I stepped back outside, noticing the insects, perhaps over a thousand of them, all still and facing my direction. I looked out over the field to the trees, if that is what they were.

Where I stood the shack seemed to be the center of the circular field but what held my attention were the trees. Still, many yards away, they looked like continuous arches grown together. The trunk’s base was perhaps five to six feet wide and grew around eight feet high. At this point, the trunk split in two parts and grew away from each other at about a 70 degree angle. At twenty-five feet or more up, they curved back down and formed another trunk in the ground some twenty feet apart.

Vines like the one covering the shack grew up on the arch and hung down only a few feet. They also had what looked like yellow and white dots mixed in. I took several steps toward the trees when a flutter of the insects jumped into the air yards away from me. I forgot about them while studying the trees, during which time I guess they had been studying me. While I was looking at them something caught my attention. On the right leg of my pants down around my calf, clung one of the insects.

This gave me some time to get a closer inspection of the small creatures. Because the entire body was dull white, I could make out its large round eyes and dark pupils. The body may have been a bit longer than either crickets or grasshoppers, and the jumper legs sat almost in the rear. These legs , without knees, were held above the body, in the shape of an arch. These hind legs held only one joint, and that was on the body.

The long hind legs grew into a curve much like the arches of the shack’s doorway and the arch of the trees. When it needed to escape, the insect swung its legs down on to the surface it clung to, launching the creature backward. This way, it never lost sight of its pursuer. It was only after awakening later, that I thought of giving this world the name, Arch because of all the similarities. This also inspired me to give my little friends the title, “Archers.”

The Archers held the same six limbs of their earthly counterparts, but the middle walking legs were in the center of the body for balance. The front legs held tiny digits on their ends which on the Archer clinging to me had clasped together as in thought. Its entire form hung there as if it were studying me intently. I bent over to get an even closer look, but it jumped away.

I walked slowly to the edge of the tree line, giving the Archers plenty of time and room to move out-of-the-way. One of them jumped back on my leg, although I could not tell if it was the same one from moments ago. It began to climb up my leg. I slowed my pace and held my arm down by my side. Once to my waist, it cautiously climbed to the cuff of my shirt. I stopped and raised my arm up to my face. We both looked into the eyes of the other. The Archer scanned me over with its left eye while keeping its right eye locked on mine. I continued on to the trees all the while keeping my eyes on my new friend. Up to the trees, it jumped from my arm into the grass.

When I looked around, all of them had kept to the side and back of me. None had jumped to my front, which would have taken them inside the tree line. As I looked down the so-called tree line was an actual line. Inside the ring of trees, the grassy field grew to a height of about a foot, right up to the base of the trees, then ended. From there to inside the trees, the ground was a thick carpet of green moss.

The forest, if you could call it that, was constant as far as you could see. As I had noticed from the shack, these woods were not like anything on earth. The tree’s best description is a cross between the thickness and shape of a large oak but with the bark similar to a pine. Their growth pattern was unlike any trees on earth. The trunk of the tree grew up about eight feet then separated into two parts. These grew out at right angles from one another.

They rose perhaps twenty to twenty-five feet into an arch and back down twenty feet away where each met the trunk of another. This pattern circled the entire field. Due to the odd growth, I could not tell where each tree started or ended. As far as the growth, this could have been one tree surrounding the area. The trees had no branches to speak of other than the green vines similar to those growing over the shack.

The vines on the trees, however, had small yellow and white blossoms, which only grew in a three or four foot wide area at the very bottom of the arches. The vines grew from the top and ran over to the bottom of the arch where, the flowers grew in bunches like grapes on earth. If this had been earth, one thing I would have been sure of is that everything here was by design not naturally grown.

The trees that grew beyond these out in what I called the forest, were not much different. Instead of the trunks parting into two, these split into four sections forty-five degrees apart. These branches arched and met the next set of branches coming from the trunk twenty feet away. This line of tress or maybe tree ran into a straight line off into the distance. Each line of trees was the same and started some ten or more feet from the trees growing surrounding the field.

Each line grew some thirty or more feet apart, but the gap widened the farther down the lines. My guess is, if I could have seen these trees from above, it would resemble a cross stitch or lattice pattern stretching outward. This same technique continued on with each tree in line. I followed one line of the trees. In one of the lines of trees over from me, one of the arches had snapped and fallen. I walked over to the branch which lay on the ground. One end of the branch was still leaning on the trunk it had broken from.

I climbed the branch and stepped into the middle of the trunk. The center was nearly flat and just over two feet wide. Looking at the trees, each trunk lined up so well, that a walkway could have been established from one to another. I climbed back down and continued down this line. So far, I did not encounter any other animal life other than the Archers. I also still noticed that not one of them lived in the woods.

The line of trees ended and had bought me to another field, this one also surrounded by the double arched trees. Looking through the arches, a tall mound perhaps sixty feet high sat in the center of the field. I stepped through into the grass expecting to see more of the Archer’s here but, there seemed to be no life other than plants.

I took a walk around the mound that was covered in the same vines as the shack in the first field. The top was strangely angled like that of a roof. As I made my way to the other side where there was a large arched opening. I immediately noticed that not only was this an exact duplicate of the shack back in the first field, but this one was ten times larger. I figured these sheds or whatever they were, had been grown, not built.

I wanted to go back to the first field and contact the Archers again. I thought I was following the same line of trees, but my walk took much longer going back. I never found the field before I awoke.

Wake up

It’s really a disadvantage having an unconscious dream when those in the dream are lucid.

I have always been an early riser regardless of a workday or time off. I have a knack for being punctual, which sometimes places my wife and I at odds. She is a firm believer of being fashionably late. One  fear of mine is being late for work, which has happened once, maybe twice in the past ten years. Due to the distance, I drive one way to work; I give myself plenty of leeway. Most times I arrive an hour or more early so, I place my seat back and get in some meditation time. On a lot of these occasions, I have some pretty interesting dreams and/or out-of-body experiences, this was one of those mornings.

Thursday, January 9, 2014; (Unconscious dreaming)
I was driving through an unfamiliar town in the left lane of a three-lane street. The light ahead was red and there were at least a dozen cars in my lane but none in the right two lanes. I put on my blinker and got into the center lane. Just then a company van that had been ahead of me in the left lane, switched to the middle lane, cutting me off.

I blew my horn and went into the far-right lane. A car further up in the far left lane pulled out and in front of the van. The van pulled into the right lane cutting me off once again but this time nearly hitting me. We stopped for the light, the van in front and me behind. I went to get the information from the van logo on the back when the light changed, and the van sped ahead.

I wanted to catch up with it, but my car began to stall through the light. I pushed the pedal to the floor which caused it to sputter and jerk. After only a couple of seconds, the car lurched ahead. As I made it through the intersection, the van made a left turn into the driveway of a heating and cooling company. When I got out, I noticed that the driver had just stepped into the front office of the building.

A sign on the door said the office was closed over the weekend. I began writing down the information from the van when the driver came back out pushing a bicycle. The driver was a young woman in her early twenties. I informed her that she had cut me off twice back at the light, and I was going to contact her employer first thing Monday morning. She shrugged her shoulders and continued walking past me and down the driveway onto a circular sidewalk.

I yelled over to her, “You don’t care that your employer may reprimand you?”

No, nothing will happen,” she said.

Why’s that?” I asked as I was still writing down the information.

Because you’re dreaming,” she responded.

I looked up from my note pad over to the girl. She was standing facing me holding up her bike when she screamed,

WAKE UP!!!” Which startled me, causing me to wake back up in my car.

Lux

Friday, December 27, 2013; OBE

I was standing on a shoreline looking over an ocean. The water was calm and clear. The Sun that was setting on the horizon was much smaller than Earth’s Sol and was brilliant white. I could see the star actually sliding down the sky; this had to be due to the quick rotation of the planet.

The light of the star not only bounced hard off the water’s surface but filled the depths down to hundreds of feet, if not miles. It wasn’t a clear view but a hazy, beautiful, almost light blue. The light even came up to the shore, giving me a moment of confusion. The water line of a shore usually appears to wash over the beach, but here it looked as if the shoreline was washing over the water.

I was several yards away from the water’s edge, so I walked over to get a better look. As I neared it, I could start to see the underside of the shore. Only feet away, I now saw that this shoreline was not made up of water but glass. I heard the crunch of the sand as I stepped onto the surface. I bent down and ran my hand across the material. The feel was hot and solid.

I looked to the east and all I saw was a vast low desert. I stood up and faced the dropping sun. As the star touched the horizon, its light was magnified a hundred times through the glassy ocean. The light became blindingly bright, causing me to jerk my hands over my eyes.

I squinted into the glaring light. The star had completely set and the brilliance of it exploded into such brightness, that it pierced through my closed eyelids. Turning my back to the star, I opened my eyes only to find myself once again in my room.

Shh!

If you take a look on my website, you will find my personal dream definitions, ‘When reading my posts.’ Look at Lucid dreaming and out-of-body experience. I won’t give the full definitions here but there is a wide line between the two, most of the time.

The following dream is one where the line is very thin. I had got so caught up that I never thought of checking to see if I could control my environment or anything else for that matter.

It took the recall of an object to make me become lucid. In most all my obe’s, lucidity is there the moment I step in. Meaning this was just a very good lucid dream.

Sunday, August 22, 2013

I was standing inside a laboratory along with two other people, a man and a woman. We were all dressed in hiking clothes and standing next to a large metal door. In the dream, I knew that the laboratory was an experiment to see if we could open doors to other worlds. I’m not sure what my position was in the dream; however, the man and woman were scientists who had developed the technology.

The door was set away from the walls and only stood upright due to the framework that held it to the floor. Large cables and wires ran down the outside to computers along the walls and plain boxes that sat next to them. I had seen something like this before and was racking my brain, when it came to me. ‘Tilt‘, Tilt had been an out-of-body experience where a scientist had tricked me into going through a similar door that placed me in another world.

Because of this revelation, I knew that I was either in an out-of-body experience here or a dream. Not knowing which, I decided just to go along and follow the lead of the two scientists. One man placed his hand on a handle mounted on the door and pulled. The door swung easily open and through it was a thick lush jungle. Some fern-looking leaves hung through the door inside the laboratory.

The man pushed aside the ferns and the woman followed outside into the jungle; . After they had struggled through the growth and were several feet from the door, I went out too. I had made it a dozen feet or more when I turned and looked back at the door. I expected to see an opening from one world into the other. The foliage was so incredibly thick, it only looked like any other doorway that might be surrounded by trees and bushes.

The struggle to make some distance became too much, and our traverse had only gained us a few yards. Separated by just a few feet from each other, the man called out to me and the woman.

We need some tools to make a path through here,” he said.

Turning, we went back to the laboratory. Once inside the woman and man began discussing the best way to make a path. The woman suggested we could send a small drone up through the canopy to see how large the alien forest was. If it covered an entire continent, then a path would just be foolish. Looking at the still open door leading outside, I asked, “If we can go outside, can’t whatever is out there come in here?”

The man and woman looked at me then to the door and back at me. I closed the door; however, there was no way to lock it. For some reason, I turned around, and the room went dark.

I opened my eyes to the darkness of my room. “Oh great.” I said to myself. It was a dream, and I awoke too soon. The turning had been my body flopping over on its right side and had awakened me. I closed my eyes and drifted back off.

I was back inside the lab.

Through a door on the far side, the man and woman scientist came in with a couple of machetes and a hatchet. I seemed to be at about the same point in time I awoke from.

You’re not going to send up a drone?” I asked.

We are,” said the woman, “but first we’re going to have to find or make an area large enough for it to take off from.”

I thought about this and understood. The jungle was so thick, anything taking flight would have to go straight up first. The man held out the machete in one hand and the hatchet in the other.

You want to hack or slash?” he asked.

I reached out and took the hatchet. I was closest to the door, so I took a couple of steps over and pulled open the door. Looking out, I froze at the sight in front of me.

How long was I gone?” I asked them.

Outside starting from the foot of the door was not just a path but a road. Not a good road but it was about ten feet wide and just a few feet away, widened to at least twenty or more. The surface was a moist hard clay-looking material that had been stirred up by many boots and wheels. There was a thin fog flowing through the area, and everything was dripping in dampness.

We are somewhere else,” I stated. The woman pushed past me and stepped outside. She took a look around and shook her head.

No we’re not,” she said. She panned her arm to the left pointing at the forest. “I recall some of those trees. We are in the same place but some years ahead.”

She began to walk away from us. The man stepped out next, and I followed. We walked slowly due to the slippery surface.

To the left of us was a small mound running parallel with the road. Something was buried, pipe wiring, or something else. The road held a small incline for several dozen yards until we reached the top. It then took more of angle downward and perhaps five or more hundred feet away, was a crew laying pipe.

We took the long stroll down to the crew who stopped working as we approached. One of the crew, a man came up to us survey the superintendent.

Can I help you?” He asked politely.

Who are you people?” Asked the male scientist, “and how did you get here?”

We are the first staging crew.” The superintendent replied, “We laying out the pipe to the lake down there.” He pointed farther down to the road that lead to a large lake some miles away.

Once we get things up and running for water access, they can start the colonization process.”

How long ago was this planet found?” Asked my female colleague.

I’m not sure?” The super answered were her, “A little more than five years ago. Some scientist discovered it and had an exploration team check it out. After that it was deemed safe and people wanted to move here.”

What about any wild creatures in the surrounding forest?” She asked.

There aren’t any.” The super informed her. “None at all. No birds, bugs, creepy crawlers, nothing. Other than plant life the place is bare, at least until people start moving in.”

Thank you.” Said the man with us. He turned along with the woman and both headed back to the lab.

I fast stepped to catch up with them.

What’s going on?” I asked, “Did we somehow get transported to the future?”

Yes, but only here.” the male scientist replied. “Once we get back to the lab, we will be back in our own time.”

If we came out in the future, won’t the lab be replaced by whatever bought that crew here?” I wondered.

No.” Came the answer from the woman. “Everyone returns to their place of origin.”

I trotted alongside trying to understand it all when I awoke.

My eyes came open in my room and I laid there awhile festering. I hated it when my dreams were cut short and I could not get to the end or gather more information. I was finding it hard to get back to sleep so I used the time to quietly make a bathroom call. I came back to bed and soon fell back to sleep.

I stood inside what looked to be an office. There was a man in a suite sitting at a desk shuffling some papers around. He glanced up, noticing me he jumped to his feet.

Are you hear looking for a place or just want a tour?” He said smiling. Before I could answer he came around the desk over to me.

Here,” he continued while walking past me. I turned in the direction he had gone and caught sight of an over-sized metal door, the door that lead to the other world from the two previous dreams. The door stood wide open. Outside all signs of construction had been replaced by a wide pea-gravel path. Thick short bushes only a food tall outlined each side of the path. The forest still stood, other than the path, undisturbed.

The “Salesman” I was guessing stepped outside and turned back to face me.

Is this your first time here?” He asked me.

No,” I replied to him, “the last time was when the pipe crew was here.”

Wow.” He exclaimed, “That was years ago. Well a lot has changed.” He motioned me with his right arm to follow him, he then turned and began down the path. I stepped outside and quickly caught up to him. Just a few yards from the door the path split in to two. In read of going straight as where the pipe had been laid, we took a path that ran off to the right.

I do not recall if the salesman talked while we strolled down the path, my full attention was on the surrounding forest. So many trees and bushes that I could not see two alike. Everything was a deep green. The trees grew high but due to being crowded, the limbs stayed short, was my guess. What got to me the most was the silence.

I recalled the pipe superintendent telling us that this world was barren of any life other than plant. I had thought about so many other places I had been and how quiet they also were. Earth had to be one of if not, the nosiest planet.

The path began to slope downward. We had walked for some minutes when the path opened up to a green short grassy field. The field itself was only some fifty feet wide and ended in a cliff. The cliff was about one hundred and fifty feet high. This was easy to guess because it is about the same height as the seat in my crane.

The cliff overlooked a vast ocean with many small islands that sat only a few feet above waterline. The ocean itself was smooth as glass. On each island stood a plantation. Each held a home gardens and some buildings that my have been for storage or guest houses. I saw no boats or docks but one single road ran from somewhere below out over the water.

The road or bridge it should be called, almost touched the water and connected each island to the other.

Everything is so close to the waterline.” I mentioned, “One storm or heavy wind could drown it all. And what about the tides, or is this hide tide?” I asked.

None of the above.” The Salesman replied, “There is really only one weather pattern here. The planet obits its sun at an equal distance and the north and south poles, are parallel with the suns poles. There’s very little wind to speak of, no rain and only one season and it’s called warm.”

The last time I was here, there was thick fog and how do the forest thrive if there is no rain?” I asked.

Just before the sun rises, the morning heat pushes up a thick fog hundreds of miles wide and a couple of thousand miles in length north and south of the equator. It’s a permanent fog bank circling the planet. It’s very cool looking if you have seen the videos. The forest collects the moister dripping the excess on the ground. This turns into tiny streams that run together forming rivers some very massive. However, all of them streams and rivers only exist for about four hours in the morning.” he explained to me.

What’s the name of the planet?” I asked.

Shh.” He sounded.

I became quite and listened. After a few seconds I asked,

What are we listening for?”

Nothing.” he replied.

Okay. So what is the name?” I asked again.

Shh.” he sounded once again then broke out into a smile. “Sorry but, that gets everyone.”

What does?”

The name of the planet is, S-h-h. Shh.” he smiled.

Of all the names I could have thought of or up, how did that one make it?”

From all the expeditions and construction here. The place is so quite that people would talk to loud or think they heard something, so “Shh” was always a repetitive response, it just caught on.”

I could have thought of a lot of names but standing there I did think it was a unique name. I looked back over the ocean and the dotted islands.

This is a great place to live.” The salesman said. “Would you like to see some other land areas here? Most are very remarkable.”

Yes, I would.” I informed him.

I began following him back up the path that had brought here. Somewhere along the way, I woke up having to get ready for work, here in this reality.

The Pancake People

The Pancake People

From the age of 8 or 9, I began keeping track of my life and my dreams through journals. At age fifteen, I came home from school to find that my birth mother had thrown them all out.

Boys don’t keep diaries,” she said. Truth is she did not want anyone else reading the things she had done. The very next day, I started all over again.

From there, four years of journals suddenly disappeared at the same time I broke up with a live-in girlfriend. Later, seven years of journals went the way of my first marriage. After that, I just stopped writing.

(“Do you see a pattern here?” My wife asks, as she edits my work. I simply shake my head in frustration.

Do not get me wrong, I’ve lost a few as well.” I reply.)

In the early to mid nineties, the journal bug caught me again.

In the late nineties, I discovered computers. At home, all my writing went into the digital format. Outside I always kept a spiral notebook for writing. I would usually transfer this over to the PC. As a novice on computers, I knew about keeping the maintenance up on them; however, I misinterpreted the true meaning of formatting and went to clean up my hard-drive; it worked! Now I became my journals’ own worst nightmare.

Thankfully, a close friend of my father’s whose personal business had been computer programming and repair, took me under his wing. From then on I have praised technology and learned a lot more. While the cloud was nothing more to look up at, I found the haven of on-line storage. This has been a blessing.

It further renewed my energy for journal keeping. This also was a part of my decision to start my on-line journal. Even if the web went down, my worlds are safe for a period in the minds of my readers.

A lot of dreams have slipped through my fingers each time a journal is lost. I am sure they are in the thousands. The biggest part I missed of my journals, are the written pages about my children growing up. Thankfully, I have my memories, and some stick in there harder than others.

Like the time my daughter, then 4 years old, learned to cut her own hair and earned the name, “Spike” for several weeks and at 5, when she had the habit of running into things and a friend gave her the name, “Bumpy-head.” It was funny, especially on her first day of school. I was informed that when the children were giving out their names, my daughter added Bumpy-head in hers.

Among other memories that have not faded, is that of my oldest son Jonathan then 7, bursting through the front door. In the dead heat of summer, he had run home from nearly a mile away.

What’s wrong?” I asked in a panic.

A girl threatened to hit me with a bat if I did not kiss her!” he said panting through his little sweaty face.

Oh! So did you kiss her?” I asked laughing.

Nooo! I ran home.”

Of course after his first kiss, it was hard keeping him home.

I would have to say the best one were both sons, Daniel around 9 and Jonathan about 10. For several hours they pulled off having me and my wife believe the two of them were telepathic. Trust me, it was very well played.

Like any day during the life of William Carroll, my out-of-body and astral travels are just another experience etched in my memories. Sometime ago, my youngest son asked me to place in my blog one of his favorites, (I had always shared my travels with my children); he calls it ‘the pancake people’.

I have wanted to publish it many times but the problem lies in the ending of the event. For about fifteen years I have tried to comprehend what took place. The inner action between me and the being was so alien, that even the concept of describing it has been impossible.

Mid-90’s astral travel:

In my astral form, I came aware inside what I believe to be a tan colored fog. Soon something below begins to come into focus. I was slowly dropping to the surface of a world. The fog is thin enough to see through and there is very little color here, only different shades of browns and tans. Dropping closer, I briefly thought the fog was smoke because I saw countless dots of the vapor rising from the ground.

Getting closer, the trails of vapor formed lines. The fog is actually dust and rising from hundreds of well-kept lines. The lines remind me of blood vessels going off in all directions. These lines are made up of thousands of dots. Things would have been easier to tell apart if there were a variety in color. Approaching, I could see that the dots were moving up and down hills. They ran in and out of thick patches of dust in between the hills. As I approached, their forms became better distinguished. These were living beings; creatures made up of a leathery skin, much like the pachyderm. Their form is nothing more than disks stacked one on top of another.

I glided overhead watching them as they went through their routine. I could not see any other plant or other animal life. Here in this spot, there was only the ground and the creatures. I tried to determine if they were intelligent. Their movements are all much the same, like columns of ants but unlike ants, none seemed to be independent or drift out of their lines. I drifted in closer until only a few dozen were in my view. From here I could make out more detail. They all seemed to have had the same width and build, being made up of six disk segments. The bottom disk vibrated, moving them over the ground but also kicking up huge amounts of dust.

The outer edges of the middle four disks, were embedded in bone or a version of teeth. The bone or teeth, had a greater resemblance to the pachyderm toenails with dirty worn groves. I moved ahead of one of the lines, holding yards above them to see where they were going or coming from. The line was on a downward spiral around a hill. The path they traveled on had nearly the same width as the base of the creatures. Should one ever veer slightly out, it would meet its demise below.

As I move along the line, I studied the top disk of a couple of the beings. In the top disk are set six dimples, one in the middle and five surrounding it. The outer five are equally placed and centered between the middle dimple and edge of the disk. The beings’ outside dimples open sporadically, two at a time, one blowing out while the other sucks inward. I am guessing this is their version of breathing. I never witness the middle dimple open.

Continuing on, I see the passage, the beings and I are following, intersect with another running between two hills. From the opposite way come more of these creatures, but they are fatter. Instead of six disks, they have four but the middle two are bulging out and upward as if about to burst. Just before I float through the twin peaks, I notice two of the creatures come to an impasse. Instead of one stopping and allowing the other to pass, the six disk creature makes a hard left. This turn deliberately sends it off the path and over the edge of the cliff. I can barely see through the thick dust, but I can make out the result. The only way to describe the scene, is that it’s like dropping a watermelon off a high building down onto the pavement.

I am taken back by what has happened. Neither line so much as stalls, and I cannot understand the reasoning behind the act. I continued following the line. At the bottom, I saw what was causing the larger amount of dust. The six disk creatures are filing along the base of another hill. At this point, they press themselves against the wall as they move. Their nails press into the material and began their own vibration. The vibration was like a jack hammer chipping away at the stone. As this happens, the chips are caught between the two pairs of middle disks.

Their forms very slowly rotate clockwise as they chip at the wall. The chips and dirt are packed between the two pairs of middle disks by the beings’ vibrations. The upper and lower disk nails used as jack hammers now clamp together like a zipper. They then move over to the line of others hauling the material away. So in fact they all are made up of six disks which they can use for carrying. I drifted out to the flat area away from the edge, coming across the creature that threw itself over the side. Its remains were scattered and mixed among others that seemed to have done the same. They did not look to have any bone or organs that I can tell. They appear to consist of dark pinkish flesh and veins.

The veins were of different sizes and oozed a slow thick yellowish sustenance, apparently used as blood. Looking deeper, I saw the flesh was like coiled rope or cable; my guess is this must have been muscle. Gliding across the remains of others, it appeared that only the outer disks had burst open. The center always seemed to have stayed intact. I sailed over the carnage coming up on another line grinding away at a hillside. I watched, noting that the lines are always moving at the same slow rate. As the creatures take their turn at the wall, others passed until they found an open spot. Once the being becomes full, it moves out and another immediately takes the vacant spot.

I was close enough to one, so that when it pulled away from the wall, I was in the way. I shifted quickly around to the vacant spot the other had left. In turn another came in taking its place. In my astral state, nothing should happen other than my passing through it and out the other side. I skimmed upward, going through it from about the middle. As soon as I made contact, my entire consciousness stretched out in all directions. I felt myself take on a physical form that moved in lines of every direction. I tried to move my arms and legs but instead, I had hundreds, perhaps thousands of limbs. My mind became overwhelmed in chaos.

Moving what I thought was just one limb, sends dozens off in every direction. I feel my limbs start to break apart perhaps dissolving. Pieces fall away and yet as they do, my mind became clearer. Without so many limbs, and their makeup to control, I could get a better grip on my current surroundings. I settled into a single form and tried to move. My limbs now seemed to be combined in layers rather than hanging from my torso. I played with the thought of turning around away from the wall. When I did I felt myself move in sections from the top down to the bottom.

I felt a forceful tightening in my center twisting in on itself. Once the top part of me stopped, the core muscle snapped the bottom part around. I was dizzy and confused feeling like a drunk man. I went to walk a few steps, instead I leaned sending vibrations throughout my base. My bottom half slid forward catching up to the top of me. I was not able to counteract or stop the move, throwing me off balance; I toppled over. As I fell, the impact was soft, and I began to roll, on my side, on my back, it all seemed the same. I tried to place a limb down to stop the rolling, but one side of me went flat, bringing me to rest. I scanned around to see the creatures. Their formations were broken apart, most seemed to wander around aimlessly.

A circle of them gathered around me as I squirmed on my side. I wanted to sit back up, but I had no legs to pull under me or arms to lean on. To stand, I would need to collapse my top folds while squeezing fluids into the bottom base while bending from the waist. However, I had no waist; it was a center core. I went to move one way, but my body was telling me to move another. I then realized, it was not my body talking to me but another mind. I stopped trying to move and took in everything around me.

The lines of beings in my field of view had not only stopped their work but had broken apart. Some stood in place wobbling back and forth; others moved cautiously across the ground. Those around me, watched curiously. Curiosity sprang up in me also as an invading force, like the first time I ever experienced the emotion. I had the sensation of wonder, questioning and need. My mind opened like a flood gate as my memories and knowledge were being accessed.

As the being accessed my thoughts, I tried to get a glimpse of his. I became overwhelmed in some single emotion. From this point, I am lost for a description and have been for nearly fifteen years. The emotion was so alien it awakened me back in my own world. I lay on my bed, unable to move. The alien’s access of my mind had been broken, but the emotion filled every part of my body and mind. My body was physically paralyzed, trying to comprehend what I was feeling. I can go through every human emotion I’ve had and tell you none of them were it. It wasn’t pain; it wasn’t sadness, happiness, fear, on and on and on…

In the minutes that passed, I could reach up and turn on my lamp. The emotion began to subside, but I did my best to hold on to it. I needed to keep it in me as long as possible. I had to understand but my human mind did not have the ability, and it slipped away.

Post script;

In the fifteen years I have had to think upon these creatures and the emotion I experienced, I may have an idea, “Swarm Intelligence”. To understand where I am going with this, I am copying and pasting the following from, wikipedia.org. This explains SI, better than I could.

“SI systems consist typically of a population of simple agents or boids interacting locally with one another and with their environment. The inspiration often comes from nature, especially biological systems. The agents follow very simple rules, and although there is no centralized control structure dictating how individual agents should behave, local, and to a certain degree random, interactions between such agents lead to the emergence of “intelligent” global behavior, unknown to the individual agents. Natural examples of SI include ant colonies, bird flocking, animal herding, bacterial growth, and fish schooling. The definition of swarm intelligence is still not quite clear. In principle, it should be a multi-agent system that has self-organized behavior that shows some intelligent behavior.”

This is my opinion on the alien emotion I felt. Perhaps “Swarm intelligence,” is not just a term or an action, just maybe it is an emotion. Examples; most of our emotions lead to actions. When humans feel love, we pursuit what we are in love with. Feeling fear, we flee, happiness leads to laughter and anger of course leads to many other actions.

My guess is, insects have limited emotions, the SI being the most complex. Should one individual of a hive or colony come across something that breaks its routine, this emotion not only sets things into action but is signaled to the entire colony or hive.

Once I had entered and locked minds with the single pancake being, individualism was established in it, for the first time. Since it was already linked to the others through the SI emotion, they all got a taste of individualism.

When I had reached out to its mind, the only thing there was the single emotion. An emotion humans can not comprehend and whether it came from a pancake person or an earthly insect, it is still alien to humans.

Point of Origin

There is some repetition in my editorials; this is due to the many new visitors I receive daily. I do not want to misrepresent myself by the way I describe  my dreams. Although some of my dreams have deep conversations, my memory is not to the point of recalling each and every word. It would be easier just to write the general idea of the dialog but that would leave out the emotional reactions and some really great discussions. For the most part the conversations you read are 90-95 % accurate.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012; (Unconscious dreaming)

Dreamed I was drifting in space. Whether in a ship or floating with just my body, I do not recall. I do remember the bright stars of many colors and the blackness of space that could be seen between them. One star in the center of my view got brighter. The surrounding stars did not move, giving my brain the information that I was approaching the object. Even as it filled the sky, I could not make out the shape. If I thought of it as square, then it seemed wrong. If I thought of the object as a circle or ball, that seemed wrong also. One thing I am sure of is that it was silver, bright and large like an amphitheater or coliseum.

As I neared the object I could not see any ports or entry points. I want to say that I do recall some form of lines running horizontally to my view, over its surface but I can not be sure. My course was straight at the object and just as I had tensed up waiting for an impact, I found myself inside a narrow hallway. Somehow I knew that I was inside the object and that I was safe. There was normal gravity and air with no traces of smells.

The hallway was dark but for an intense light that was reflecting a short distance away at the end. I proceeded to the end of the hall. The hallway opened into a large chamber, how large I could not tell due to the darkness beyond the light. I stepped into the chamber and saw the light hovering inches above the floor. The light, an intense red, was about 60-70 feet in diameter and made up of dozens, of thread like beams of light sprouting from a center point. As I walked over to the light I passed a dark haired woman going the opposite way. I said hello to her but she passed as if never noticing me. I turned in the direction she had passed but she was gone; even the hall I had just come through had been replaced by a dull gray wall.

The surrounding walls that made up the chamber, were placed together like an octagon puzzle. The intense light that was the focal point of the chamber did not reflect off the walls.  The redness was that of an LED that had been stretched out some 25-30 feet. The light did nothing to push back the shade-like darkness along the walls.. As if looking at a noon sun on a television, I could stare directly into each thread without squinting. Approaching the light, I saw other people walking around, none seemed to pay me or the light any attention. They all seem to be coming and going in different directions. I did notice openings in the walls as they entered the chamber but but the openings quickly closed in a shrinking fashion until only the solid wall remained.

I came up to the light, stopping within inches of the thread-like beams that made it up. All the threads were evenly spaced and protruded from a single point in the middle. This middle point did not shine any brighter nor thickened with the merger of all the threads but looked to continue down as if looking at the center from many miles away. Perhaps they did not meet at all but only looked as if they did. From the corner of my eyes I saw two people, a man and woman approaching.

Excuse me,” I asked the couple as they went by “can you tell me were I am?” they paid me no mind and continued past. I wondered if they knew I was even there. Perhaps only certain people could see or hear each other so I shouted out;

Can anyone here tell me where I am?”

Almost instantly I heard, “You will have to be more direct.” I looked all about,  for I had no idea where the voice had come from.

Where are you?” I asked.

Here,” it spoke. I turned to look in the direction of the light.

Where?”

Here,” it repeated but this time one of the threads brightened briefly more than the others.
I stepped up to the end of the thread which was only an inch or two higher then my eyes.
“Are you communicating through this?” I asked.

No, this is who we are.”

A being,” I stated.

Yes, this is our form here.”

In this chamber?” I asked.

Yes, and in this dimension. Here, we are pure energy but take on different forms in each dimension.”

Where are the others?” I asked.

What others?”

You keep saying, “we” but I only see one of you.”

What you see are the sum of us,” the thread communicated.

Each thread of light is an individual.”

Yes, but the correct term would be ‘Ligature’..”

I knew very little of the word except the term meant link or binding if I recalled correctly. A man passed near us and once again paid me nor the Ligature or Ligatures any mind.

Who are the people around us?” I asked.

Energy patterns. Along with dimensions and universes we explore time lines. In certain places we can not transverse time, so chambers like this one, house the energy patterns of the beings we study through their times.”

So why can I see you but they can’t?”

You are here. A product of your own will.”

So you are studying humans here,” I stated.

Something like that. We come here often to keep a connection with our ancestors.”

Ancestors?” I said with a shock. “You were human at one time?”

We still are, but evolved from our physical form as we mentioned.”

When?”

Soon after your time.”

My time? What year is this?”

It’s what you call the year 6232. Within your millennium, many humans evolved from your form of human.”

So this is all that’s left of the human race.” I said.

No. Over the millenniums, humans have taken on many forms. A few still resemble the ones of your century.”

Where do you live now if you’re traveling through the multi-verse?” I asked waving my hand to acknowledge the group of lights.”

Here.” The center or point where they all seemed connected lit briefly, as a small twinkle. “This,” it continued, “is our point of origin.”

But where is that?” I asked. “In the past or in another dimension?”

It is not a time or place but is where they started.”

Are we talking this universe or just everything?”

Yes.” It responded then added, “It is time for you to leave.”

But I want to learn more.” I said.

Good,” it spoke. “Go there.”

The single Ligature stretched out in a blink, almost touching one of the many walls that made up the place. I looked at the place it had reached out to. It was if not near the point I had come out into the chamber from. I looked back to the light.

There’s nothing there,” I said.

There is,” it said. “It is your point of origin. Go there.”

I walked over to the section of the wall that the Ligature had reached out to. I stopped just inches from the surface and looked it over. I placed my hand out to touch the surface but instead of contacting the wall I awoke.

As far as the name “Ligature”, I actually could not recall the name they had told me; however, recalling that their name was symbolic to “link” or “binding”, Ligature was my best guess.

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