Jonathan Clark <clarjon1@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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>> Not really a dream, per se, as I'm usually awake (and driving (bad
>> dwaggie!!)) when I see it. It seems as real as the other dreams I've
>> had, though, but not really like it's a prophetic dream, almost like
>> a past memory superimposed on present geographical knowledge. And
>> it's really short, but I've been seeing it a lot.
> Gotta love those, eh?
Well, I don't mind it, it's just strange is all.
>> It starts with myself, in my TrueForm, and another creature. The
>> other creature flies as well, and I'm not sure where the name came
>> from, as it didn't seem to be a part of the dream the first few
>> times, but now that I've named it, the name always sticks when I have
>> the dream again. I call the creature "Ragnar". Ragnar doesn't
>> really have a colour, nor a really identifiable shape. I was going
>> to say he was blue, but just when I thought "blue" the image I had in
>> my mind suddenly turned red, so I haven't got a clue.
> Ah. Reminds me of when I tried using that program to get me to be
> able to 'access' my TF, and I was trying to describe colours which
> aren't...
> seeable by the human eye. I'd try and narrow down a colour, but it
> seemed to ****ft colours from the human knowledge. That, or Ragnar
> could be a shape/colour-****fter...
That could be, but I don't think that's it. If he was, then he'd
assumably ****ft in the dream, and he doesn't, just when I'm trying to
describe the colour.
>> Anyway, we're in the middle of a fight. Not a tooth and nail,
>> claw-out- your-opponents-throat fight, but more like play fighting.
>> It seems that we've done this before, and are just playing a game.
>> We're doing some damage to the city we're in (which I don't
>> recognize, but it seems pretty modern)
> Heh, not caring about the instantly lowered property values, eh?
Not really, since I'd assume that, being the law-abiding one, I'd be
repairing the damage we did.
>> After a short while into the dream (I don't even know how long we've
>> been fighting at this point, but the dream always starts in the
>> middle), police show up and tell us to stop fighting. I fly down to
>> talk to them, but Ragnar keeps playing and doing damage.
> I wonder if he just ignores them, or doesn't notice them.
I believe it's more ignoring them.
>> I ask the police if they really want me to stop fighting, they say
>> that they do.
> Can't say I blame them :)
No, but I do have to ask.
>> I then tell them that this is a game that Ragnar and I
>> play,
>> where every hundred years, we pick a place (city, world, dimension,
>> whatever, I don't know) and fight over it. The winner gets to stay
>> there looking after the world as they see fit, while the loser has to
>> leave, or at least not interfere. A hundred years later, we pick a
>> new place and start over.
> Ah, a You win and get the deed to the land type of thing.
Yes, exactly. Originally describing it, the terms are that the loser
has to leave, period. However, that doesn't explain how I'm there later
on if I've left and not returned.
>> I ask them if they are representatives of the place and want me to
>> stop. They say they are and they do. I then call Ragnar down to me.
>> I tell Ragnar and the police that, because they asked me to stop,
>> and I respect them and their laws, I have to cease the fight, and
>> that Ragnar has won.
>> At this point, the daydream usually ends, but sometimes I get a flash
>> into the future. I'm being asked to go out and stop Ragnar, but I
>> tell them that I agreed not to interfere because they told me to
>> stop.
> Heh, almost sounds like one of those "You didn't let me earlier, so
> it's now out of my juridstiction" types of things, if I hadn't read
> two paragraphs above...
More or less. If I win, Ragnar isn't allowed to interfere. If Ragnar
wins, I'm not allowed to interfere. And from what I understand from the
feelings about him that I get, he and I always obey that rule, whatever
our intentions with the world we've won.
> I
>> can't say for sure, but it seems that Ragnar has gone on to make a
>> mess of things, by really doing damage.
>> And at this point, it always ends if it hasn't ended earlier.....
> Ah.
>> I'm not really troubled by this dream, it's just persistent. It
>> could be im****tant, or it could just be my mind beginning to snap
>> under pressure and go on. I did say before that my god contacts me
>> in dreams, but always at night when I'm asleep. I've never before
>> made the distinction in this as it's never before been necessary.....
>> But I am troubled by the fact that I could seriously hurt or kill
>> someone if I'm daydreaming while driving 100km/h in a 75-ton
>> truck.....
> That would trouble me as well...
> And I
> don't
>> choose to start or stop this dream, it happens when it wants, and
>> goes on for as long as it chooses.....
> Yeah, that can be problematic.
So far it hasn't. And it hasn't happened since I told it, so perhaps I
just needed to acknowledge it by looking into it, or perhaps it hasn't
come back again because it hasn't been sent.
>> I suppose it could be Ragnar trying to contact me to play another
>> game, but if so, he must be a lot closer than my god is, as I don't
>> believe he's as powerful as my god.....
> Or, the reason why you god contatcts you when you are sleeping could
> be out of courtesy, to help keep both yourself and the general public
> safer, as I am assuming that if your god can contact you, he may have
> a
> general idea of what your job is. In that respect, it would make
> sense that he would contact you at night. Since Ragnar probably
> wouldn't know what you do during the day, perhaps he senses you are
> awake, and decides to try and send you an 'invite' then, not realizing
> what danger he is placing you in.
My god can't contact me in this world. A god's power is determined by
his followers, and although I'm normally quite powerful and should be
able to contact him wherever I go, my power in this host is severely
limited. Also, my earlier thoughts on the matter might be true, that
another power is blocking the communication.
However, the reason he contacted my in my sleep is because I'm less busy
then. That's not to say he couldn't come to me physically when I was
awake, just that the things we talked about weren't really all that
im****tant, for the most part. More like father-son things, like keeping
in touch.
>> Or, it could be a premonition I'm
>> seeing, of the world he's chosen (this world) and my fear that,
>> without my trueform, I'll fail
> I sure hope not...
As do I.
>> (the police image might just be my way of
>> softening the blow to myself, or attempting to lie to him in
>> response)..... But this last thought just occured to me, so it might
>> just be me trying to overthink things.....
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