June 20
Prep: set intention to dream about writing. Dreamed about composing music instead.
Dream: waiting in dark kitchen for teacher/guardian to arrive. When they show up, they are something like a ninja instructor. There are two. I offer them food, including pie. They are hungry and will eat first before we begin whatever it is we are going to do. It is the middle of the night.
I step into the back yard and am shocked to see the moon moving swiftly across the sky with smaller sphere objects orbiting it. Also saw a large chunk of rock, a huge meteor moving through the sky as if in low orbit. A UFO, kindney bean shaped, emitting solid white light, is orbiting it. Then, another Ufo appears just above my house in the form of the Millennium Falcon, the same kind of solid white, a loose imitation. It shrinks down and flies into my house.
Later, there is a gathering of family during some kind of new holiday where they have there kids dress up in medieval costumes and stage mock battles. As I walk past one of these, a child hit me with a toy mace and I pretend to play dead. Moving of, I meet my relatives and they ask me to compose a soundtrack to play for some kind of dramatic performance/ game the kids will play. Though I have never composed any before, there is no question about whether I can do it. There will be eight tracks, a story will come together inspired by the music.
I begin working, thinking about how I will create each theme. I use my piano, and also my guitar.
Later, I am with my Dad and he says that today is an important day; when the past merges with the new. If I made it this far, I'll make it all the way way. Things have become set in their course. If I don't write a book now, ill never write one. And if i continue writing now, I will ultimately succeed.
Woke up feeling the presence of a new kind of grey. That which I have now dubbed the Suva,
2nd dream: tens of jets are pursuing alien craft in the skies over Dallas. At one point the sky looks like a game of galaga. The people are unsure which side they should be on. Some choose sides and fighting on the surface begins among humans.
Breaking into the Pope's inner sanctum. Confront him, steal an ancient text and golden Sceptre (both invisible). Escape down snow covered mountain slope with comrades in theivery.
Dream: waiting in dark kitchen for teacher/guardian to arrive. When they show up, they are something like a ninja instructor. There are two. I offer them food, including pie. They are hungry and will eat first before we begin whatever it is we are going to do. It is the middle of the night.
I step into the back yard and am shocked to see the moon moving swiftly across the sky with smaller sphere objects orbiting it. Also saw a large chunk of rock, a huge meteor moving through the sky as if in low orbit. A UFO, kindney bean shaped, emitting solid white light, is orbiting it. Then, another Ufo appears just above my house in the form of the Millennium Falcon, the same kind of solid white, a loose imitation. It shrinks down and flies into my house.
Later, there is a gathering of family during some kind of new holiday where they have there kids dress up in medieval costumes and stage mock battles. As I walk past one of these, a child hit me with a toy mace and I pretend to play dead. Moving of, I meet my relatives and they ask me to compose a soundtrack to play for some kind of dramatic performance/ game the kids will play. Though I have never composed any before, there is no question about whether I can do it. There will be eight tracks, a story will come together inspired by the music.
I begin working, thinking about how I will create each theme. I use my piano, and also my guitar.
Later, I am with my Dad and he says that today is an important day; when the past merges with the new. If I made it this far, I'll make it all the way way. Things have become set in their course. If I don't write a book now, ill never write one. And if i continue writing now, I will ultimately succeed.
Woke up feeling the presence of a new kind of grey. That which I have now dubbed the Suva,
2nd dream: tens of jets are pursuing alien craft in the skies over Dallas. At one point the sky looks like a game of galaga. The people are unsure which side they should be on. Some choose sides and fighting on the surface begins among humans.
Breaking into the Pope's inner sanctum. Confront him, steal an ancient text and golden Sceptre (both invisible). Escape down snow covered mountain slope with comrades in theivery.
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