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I dreamt that I was part of a M*A*S*H unit (as in, the famous movie & TV show from the 70s/80s).  We needed a new surgeon to help steal supplies so that those less fortunate would be able to survive the war.  I heard one of the officers shout, “They’re afraid? Of course they’re afraid!  This is war!!!  If they don’t want to be afraid, then maybe they should try peace!”  …a very interesting comment, and ironic because he also seemed to somehow imply that in peace, things would be worse.

Strange…

Well, I’ve been experimenting with the Mirror in the Cave technique over the last few nights with mixed success. Many times I would fall asleep about the time I would start descending the stairs or even earlier, as my mind would wander while in the woods. The best way I’ve found to combat this is to think of the dreamscape as reality, and distracting thoughts as impending sleep. So, I can then tell myself to *wake-up*, as this now implies an increased focus on the dream I intend…

Last night I had one of the more interesting experiences. I made it to the mirror, and soon after this, I seemed to be confronted with some sort of alien presence in the form of a bright white light. It(?) seemed to communicate to me that President Bush needs to focus on increasing family values in Iraq (thereby decreasing the emphasis on religiousity), perhaps be distributing “comfort kits”, that would contain books, clothes, and other such amenities of living. In this way, Iraqi family units would pull together and insurgent groups would have less influence in recruiting “martyrs”.

[Creative commons photo credit at flikr: Alien Light? ]

This was a strange experience, and I think it needs to be classified as a dream, and perhaps a lucid because this particular idea regarding the situation in Iraq had never occurred to me before, and I was *aware* of that fact while I was thinking (receiving?) it. Whether or not the ‘alien’ was a personification of my subconscious, or something else, I’ll probably never know…

Last night I dreamt of the kings and queens, the power of royalty in a very abstract sense… All of the royal families of this part of the world seemed to be involved in a game of football (perhaps played on a chessboard??). Somehow, the game was being officiated by a Shakespearian scholar…. I was counseled not to leave the country because the economy was falling apart. All of the royalty feared the populist movements that was on the horizon…

This dream could be related to an article I read last night regarding the global economic dependence on oil. It stated that when oil supplies & production starts to flatline in a few years, transportation costs will skyrocket causing a fundamental shift in the way economies do business–suburban and countryside real estate will be devalued, and a new Great Depression will commence, accompanied by a new World War, with China the belligerent, as a new economy motivated to grow, and Europe, Japan and the United States as the “allies” motivated to defend their existing economic structure and interests. Russia would be the “wild card” sitting on the side with oil reserves of its own. Strange… Perhaps the world really will come to an end in 2012 as the Mayans predicted?

Last night I dreamt of swimming…as an army cadet. I was also listening to music, which may have been adjusted for mind-control purposes. I know that I wanted to analyze it in more detail.

Strange…It’s not often that I dream of swimming, but I take that as a good sign, as it often indicates “submersion in one’s spiritual search”, which makes sense, given all of the yoga and meditation that I’ve been doing recently. I’m not quite sure why I would be in the army; my father always said that I’d “make a terrible marine”, because I always ask questions when I’m told to do something. The ‘mind control’ music may be related to the fact that I’ve listened to Binaural Beat music in the past, and know quite a bit about it. I’ll have to post on that as a technique later on…