Coming Out of Vivid DREAM-STACKING Experiences
03:10 AM, Friday, January 5, 2024
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As with yesterday the 4th this is another rinse and repeat or saying it very old world 'carbon-copy' 5th day now in January where both today and yesterday I seemed 2 wake up right at the nose of 20 minutes shy of three in the morning. I came out of a major incredible dreaming-interaction this time unlike the prior day of awakening at that very moment, and I wish 2 discuss it and then tie in much stuff that absolutely pertains 2 it that the BOM has been talking about 4 quite some time now and especially since this blog projected started up around 16 months ago from my library and public computer terminals where there is a definite censorship that prevented me from saying stuff that I wanted 2, and just about as ANTI-AMERICAN AS IT GETS. Speaking of this, I was with President Clinton, and we had quite a talk, and he wussed out on me, and would not allow me 2 tell him some important things; and this was all only a very small part of the entire experience. This is the first time since living at Dellway Arms apartments in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG, from middle late 1969 through early 1975, that I had that dreaming experience of being back in the COOLEY HALL and in the classroom of Misses MILDRED B. YOUNG, and being completely part of it only not being a young person but rather an old man as I now actually am in the physicality here of the waking-world. In this particular experience the other classmates in the room were totally different than those actually there in waking life, and none of my old peeps such as Bruce Pennock, Amy-C and Bob McDowell were there at all, and only complete strangers from my waking world point of view were in the classroom, and I vividly recall the experience, as shortly after other things that I will get into all went down, President W-J Clinton, who seemed 2-B a 'former-president' there just as he is here, only he would have been much younger back in those original COOLEY HALL times, than he was in the dreaming experience, and the two of us got talking in the corner of the room. I desperately wanted 2 speak 2 him and tell him that I was a transdimensional T-2-E not in control of anyone or anything yet totally aware of the situation, which is what of course separates a type-2 from a full fledged T-3-E (type three exploratron). I wanted 2 tell him enough so as 2 maybe alter my own life up here in the future, and was completely aware that I was both out of time and age as well as in a transdimensional altered reality in the awesome 5th dimensional hyperspace. Only he seemed 2 know it from the way he behaved and wanted absolutely nothing 2 do wit it, refusing 2 allow me 2 give him a contact number and just walked away from me and out of the room entirely, and a room he would not have ever belonged in 2 begin with of course, YO. Now this wild dreaming interaction as many R-4 many whom remember much of their dream-life, is and was in several seemingly broken up sections, and the breaking up and jumps in 'dream's is not some error in dreams but simply our waking-world memory system and or better stated, its limited fallibility. Simple as THAT, BRO! My section began B-4 the Cooley Hall deal and then there was the 3rd part of it at the end, placing the C-H part sort of as the in-between part of a 3-part normal type of dream, only far from it in other ways, since this was a DREAM-STACKING experience, or dreams within dreams, as the me in the dream, my dreaming double or my doppelganger was remembering many things all throughout this entire 3-part experience and it appeared 2 grow more lucidly connected into both itself there as well as into all sorts of interconnected stuff from back here in me' waking life where I am now typing out this blog-writing onto my computer word program, and 2-B posted at the B-D-C website after that. Remember now and as previously blog-told B-4, these type of stacked-dreaming experiences and 4 short, I'll call them, S-D-E's; have a limit of 12, at least according a very good gal-pal of lovely Patricia Hollister H-H from back in those times of the middle 'nineteen-seven-DEEZ', with or without any or all potential transdimensional taunting NO-JOY-ZEE-USA Casino-Billboards being involved whatsoever!!! Anyway, the connections 2 this 'other Atlantic City' parallel-universe casino and their promotions that teased my phone-tapped and bugged 1986 August dreaming-experience with my own parallel-world trip of 153 days, is obvious 2 any and all fans of my daughter, at least when these blogs were all in their opening and beginning early stages back while I lived up north and B-4 family chased me far off and down here into FLOWERLAND-USA and all translated song lyrics done by McFly car tampering Joseph Berrios, me' ole' coworker from the great one and only Echelon Towers Building of Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG right behind the famous 2 all locals of that area, ECHELON MALL!!!!!!!! But keeping magical reflected strobing inventions, and or toys, out of this opposite side of the BIG BANG, 4 the rest of this writing; so that I can move onward here with stuff pertinent 2 right now, needs 2-B done. We can always get back 2 the year of 1969 and Ziggy Malyeska as well as shortly following television shows with the late Maverick-dude on his fantastic new show called, “The Rockford Files”, and all incredibly and powerfully thrown punches ever possibly thrown!!!!!!
Let me move on with this 3-part or sectioned dream that I very recently popped out of, or 2 quote the awesome latengrate TV-SYFY-fiction writer Sir Rodney Serling here, “or did I come out of it”? Who in all gods honesty would truly bet their infinite 'soul' so 2 speak, on anything such as things like this, 4 sure, if the consequences meant being wrong equals a direct trip over 2 DOGTOWN, 4 crying out louder than thunder on steroids???????? This dream began where I was living in Philly, and a block away fro Steve's apartment on 16th Street, this Steve being Patty Hollister's old guy-pal, only completely or so I was led 2 believe by both him as well as my mom, Patty's shipping company coworker, platonic in nature. I was totally aware that I had recently moved in there with some other roommate, and I was in my room in the apartment and had my own room as did the roommate whomever that was and I do not know, and then we shared living room, bathroom, and kitchen privileges, sort of an average type of 'roommate-arrangement' in life here in America and maybe around the entire world. I was looking in my wallet, and I had all the ID that I have now and here in waking life, only my drivers license was from Pennsylvania, and showed a 16th street Philadelphia address, and 4 all I know, my roommate could even B Steve but something inside of me makes me believe it was someone whom he knew. I seemed 2 have the very same credit card accounts that I have here in Florida in my waking life as well. After I placed me' wallet into me' nightstand or end-table in a drawer that it contained, I began hearing some muffled soft voices from outside of my one large bedroom window an dwalked over 2 look outside and 2 the left of me down on the street level from either a 2nd or a 3rd story; was what at first appeared 2-B a laundry that was open 24-7 and had lots of peeps all around, and then suddenly, it just became a night club of some sort, and with the same peeps all standing around outside of it and waiting 2 get in. When stuff like this happens, right away we can B sure that we R interacting in much more 'distant' area parts of the 5th dimensional hyperspace. This is that region that all dreamers know only 2 well where one second we R in a car and then pow, the entire car just becomes our grandmother, or along these outlandish lines where in true actual reality, it is due to reality itself starting 2 break apart and down all together, being so far out into the onion rings of virtually limitless hyperspace. Then we have the psychiatrists who make their living telling us all how it is all part of zillions of psycho neurosis's and systems and operations of our mind thought processes and along that line, so since they hold the degrees and I do not; I am the one forced 2 concede and shut up! Simple as Thistlethorns, and also, simple as this, oh great Sir Mike Soft. So I stared over at this crowd of peeps from my apartment bedroom window in Philadelphia and as I said, the place just 2 the left about 6 properties down from the apartment house and on the far side of the street suddenly went from being an extremely large laundromat 2 a good size city nightclub of some kind. Suddenly as I couldn't help staring at a beyond white hot gorgeous babe standing there, she happened 2-C me looking down at her and she yelled up at me, “Time 4 your next dream-stage, buddy”! Her words. With that, pow, I was at COOLEY HALL across the Delaware River in Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG, and standing right outside Misses Young's classroom. I walked in and just sat down right at my same chair and desk that I used here in waking world times in the autumn of 1972. Within a couple of minutes, class began, and our first deal was standing in a line in this large room, about 12 of us an dthe same number as the actual class was back in 1972, and we had 2 do some slow weird dance like nothing I ever saw in the waking world life here. As we made these silly moves that each student did in his or her own way with no 2 peeps doing the same exact thing, we were told 2 think of making a lot of money. Suddenly one of the students had a large box practically fall down on his head, and it broke open; and then huge amounts of currency just fell out of it, and all over the floor right at his area by his feet. The rest of us did not have this happen. Suddenly the teacher whom by the way was not Misses Young in this hyperspace experience, told us that he was the one who was destined 2 experience the magic, and this is an exact quotation. Then 4 absolutely no reason whatsoever, I just, or my doppelganger from that world, just blurted out, “The magic was meant 2 happen 2 me as I am the only one here visiting U all from a wild dream decades up into the future”, and those were my precise words!!!!!!!!!!! Within one second, the teacher whomever it was, and I have no waking memory even of this person's gender let alone any other specific detail about the person other than it was our teacher there on that day; looked right into my eyes and I could not C his or her face and they seemed 2 have the power 2 cause me this effect and I knew it and he or she knew that I knew it, and I knew that as well, and this person said 2 me in a firm and quiet voice, “The magic is in 2-parts, and U-R next-BUDDY”, and remember the “BUDDY”, as in the girl outside of the nightclub, that seemingly had sent me into this following dream-stage, also used that word wit me. With that, poof, President Clinton walked through the door and right over 2 my desk and sat down on some folding chair that he had in his hand. I already told U all how I was completely unsuccessful in telling him that I needed 2 tell him some mind blowing stuff, and so now we will go right into the 3rd and final part of this 3-staged stack dream, and Y this is indeed a layered or stacked dream, with or without any carpenters, levels, or music in any possible way being involved here, YO peeps aldare: When Mister Clinton walked away from me and refused 2 let me tell him 2 take my contact information, I seemed 2 instantly following his leaving the room there at Cooley Hall, remember that I had also had a similar dream 2 this one and that I was indeed in a following similar type of dreaming experience in Misses Young's class, yet this 2nd time here, my teacher was not Misses Young. As I started 2 concentrate and seriously cogitate and reflect on many things from waking life, many dreaming memories would surface, and suddenly, I knew that something beyond major incredible was going down here. I realized that I was inside of a gargantuan and beyond gigantic Senator Sanders-HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE 'layer and stacking' of multiple dreaming's. Despite the towel seepage effects or TOE of the transdimensional phenomenon involved with al of this, I had suddenly and 'INSIDE of this DREAM', formed a clear and vivid total memory of hundreds of my dreams, as well as so-called interdimensionalized waking world memory experiences, and then I began 2-C just as clearly as a tinkling bell up on a crisp cool autumn hill ringing out loudly, B-4 church services R-2 begin; that my entire life, and maybe all of yours out there who may ever B reading these words, in any locale, and in any possible way, and without any raspberries, or festivals, or great musical works being in any was involved in the mix whatsoever YO; that we all R in fact most likely existing humanly and physically in the matter-realm in this wild dream stacked layering inter-flux system of a sort, 4 any and all lacking better way of attempting right now 4 me 2 try and describe this 2 another human being. The experience was awesome, and then as all of this was going down and right after Mister Clinton had exited the classroom at C-H, I was instantly in my car and still in Jersey somewhere and driving down lots of rural roads in places completely unfamiliar 2 me right now in my waking world life. Perhaps B-4 getting into this final part of this 3-part dreaming experience here, I should have included one more thing back on what I call “WEIRD-DAY” as I call some of my extra crazy days and times when entire groupings of crazy sicko weird junk all goes down around me and usually while outside on errands only it can upon occasion happen without leaving a residence. One of those minor incidents that I did not list and just said I had some lesser crazy weird stuff happen 2 me, was about the radio sound system in my car. I had come out of a 'dream;' on that day as well that was quite vivid, concerning being in my car and trying 2 adjust the bass and treble controls on the radio. All of the features have long broken, only the volume and the bass and treble still operated. All of the other systems such as changing radio stations and operating the tape player and operating front and rear or left and right speaker controls all have been long shot 4 many years now. In the dream, the base and treble also stopped working. On weird day, sure enough and as in the dream from just hours earlier, the base and treble control ALSO STOPPED OPERATING. Only the radio volume control is left working now, stuck on Family Radio, the great once Harold Camping owned religious Christian station. In this 3rd part of the experience, I became totally aware of my entire life and knew that all of this was inside of this 'dream'. So I figured, let me now C how much works and or doesn't work with my radio and so I pulled over onto a little side road area like a semi-picnic type place that we all C along many roads and especially in more country and rural road area throughout the USA. Suddenly I realized that there was a cassette tape in the tape player an dwhen I turned on the volume from being all the way down, it was playing, and it was the harmony track on my 2013 musical project #29 in the © Copyright Office, the song called “You'll B Crossing Over”. The entire radio worked again, all of the controls and all of the 4 speakers were operational again as well. Suddenly just as I was about 2 get back onto the road and drive down it 4 a while, the tape right in the middle of the song just went silent and then a voice came out of it and began saying one wild crazy thing after another, so I went back 2 where I had been parked a few minutes earlier and parked there again. Loud raucous laughter began getting louder and louder and the more I turned the volume lower, it still grew louder and then I ejected out the tape and it stopped. I got back onto the road and started 2 drive the car, and suddenly the car drove faster and faster, and the breaks were completely ineffective. Then it suddenly resumed a normal operation again and I started recognizing the scenery from stuff in waking life and I was in the Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG area near Jenny Plageman's trailer Park, the Mullica Mobile Manor or the 'MMM' 4 short. This is not the end of this experience,e but IT IS WHERE I AM GONNA' STOP 4 NOW, and we will come back 2 this incredible drema-deal within a short space of time, and IPYT, great Blogaudians, not so great Blogaudians, and anyone else possible aldare somewhere, and the Galanet B damned 2 Dogtown, Mister Jim Pratt Transdimensional 256-Colonist-TPB!
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