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Tag: Psychology

  • 20111115-Dream Journal

    I barely remember this morning’s dream. I saw a group of people, (perhaps kids, teens or mixed age), riding logs down an abyss. I could see myself flying/floating downward with them and saw how each one rode their logs as if surfing/skateboarding. One by one they stayed upon each log until gravity and other factors such as speed and wind dislodged (slowly) each rider from the logs. I could see how some barely managed to grab hold of the logs as some logs slipped from underneath their feet. They seemed to have regrouped together somewhere near the bottom of the abyss. I saw how they decided to ride the rest of the way downward by lying down on the logs.

    In another dream, I saw how the same/different group were climbing up and over one BIG fallen log, which could have been at least one story high from the perspective of little ants. I saw how my dream self was hovering high over the general noontime direction of this BIG log. I was looking downward into the rings of the tree as if I was lying faced down on a bed and looking downward on the floor. So that would be like ants climbing up the bed and over to the bed towards me and away.

    The rest of the dream was also dark and staged outdoors with vegetations and rocks in the field and/or near mountainous, rocky terrains.  A strange faint of light somewhere lit the group but elsewhere in the dream seemed dark/dim.

  • 20111109-Dream Journal

    I barely recall dreaming about being outdoors and working with others on something. The backdrop was a white wall. My work area was to the “left field of vision. There appeared to be a machine where at least two other workers and I were working.

    I see an open market. The building seemed like one big patio where the ceiling appeared dark. The Asian lady to my left side said to the other sellers on my right side to close their shops for the day. She appeared to be holding up something  or bringing down something to close her side of the store. The stores appeared to be altogether with/out partitions from their wares.

    Both dreams was bright but as if overcast, like right now — cold, breezy and rainy. But there was no rain in the dream.

  • 20111105-Maw’s Dream

    As per my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone today at 08:40am, Maw told me her dreams. She was cooking alot of bar-be-que fish, which could have been the white, milkfish (or “bangus” in Filipino). There was also bar-be-que squid.. The her mother, my late Lola Valing, told Maw to give these bar-be-que fish to her friends from Agnews — an old man, Joe P. Arcy, etc.

    In the next dream scene, she told me that I was there, skipping, hopping and holding her hands.

    “Mom! Dance like this!” I told her. And she had both her arms out as if wading in a pool and shaking her hip like doing a hula dance.

    “Mom! Jump up high!” I told her. And she jumped high and higher when I told her to do it again. She told me to try jumping up high but I couldn’t because I had diahhrea!

    As per my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone today at 08:41am, Maw told me this was one happy dream without Paw and the boy. She feels strong and very excited to tell me about her dream and how she woke up at 08:30am.

  • 20111027-Dream Journal

    Here are my notes of a dream from this morning via the “Memo” app of my cellphone on 17:58pm.

    I was following a crowd. From the back of this long line, I saw how people (of light brown color) were waiting in line. They seemed to be looking ahead which was slightly off-center: In other words I was standing to the “right” of people in this line. I don’t know if the line was moving at all.

    But I recall being impatient and had to find another way. So I slipped away to my right field of vision and saw that my dream self/I was to the left field of vision where there were buildings. Three times I found myself in ally-ways. The second ally was a dead end. The third “opening/clearing” was slightly downhil. I could see a “white woman” jogging from right to left. The time was during the day.

    In another dream, I saw Nick in front of the computer. Perhaps, he was programming something. I was in another/same room with other people. It seemed to be dimmer and/or without windows. I forgot the rest of this dream as I have left the scene and/or awoke from a deep sleep upon hearing Maw’s voice (my alarm clock that it was time to get up and get ready for this morning’s mass).

  • Coughing Snakes

    Yesterday, I remembered to power Steevo’s Desktop Succor Punch, which no longer has a blinking blue light to indicate if the unit is working. So this morning I have it on my desk at the temp job from hell. If it’s supposed to work, I noticed less people using the back door. Either that or I’m used to the noise of the slamming door.

    However, Kim T. coughed by my desk at around 12:22pm after she faked printing out from the copy machine next to our desk area. I saw her force a fake cough a little bit. Her tongue was rolled like a taco and purple in color. That indicated she’s of a snake variety. She then forced a bigger cough. But I was already standing up and coughed loudly in response to her noise. The third one was also faked.

    Too bad John, her V.P. boss is too weak to send her to Obama’s quarantine unit. As far as I’m concerned, I’m much taller than that Filipino breed and I shouldn’t be afraid of such annoyances.

    Obviously, she’s a nutter from the way she’s behaving. If only this damn SP works harder, then she can go far away and take a long vacation for all I care. Maybe she’s allergic to her dirty work area, which is next to a wall of exposed metallic beams (painted in white) or even the food and drinks of tea. Tea is grass and people can be allergic to that stuff.

    All I could conjure up were images of her swallowing a big rat into her big mouth, just like the reptoid `Diana` from the sci-fi, action, adventure televised show: “V” – you know, for Victory against these ALIEN invaders.

  • Stepping Through

    While doing my number two business into the toilet, I’ve read my favorite book and the section about `special projects`. Prior to pooping, I had wondered about my VERY telepathic J.B. from over three years ago. I was lying in bed and recalled how I sent out my distress signal via thoughts and how three entities `stepped through` from my right hand side where my wooden crucifix was hanging next to my bed room door.

    Then a thought occurred: Since the world operates in symbols (and not through texts or sounds), I saw what the `cross sign` REALLY represents. It’s a `dimension shifting symbol` for entities to `step through` into our world especially when humans are going through deep emotional trauma. If y’all haven’t read what I mean, you should do more research on the blog of that particular event.

  • Doing Time

    I’m doing time for my misdeeds.
    Just sitting here and ticking off the days on my wall.
    “Tick! Tick! Tick!”
    Sounds of a time passing by.
    Life flashing before my eyes.

    The backdoor slams constantly.
    Fracturing my soul.
    Numbing my mind.

    Reminding me
    to keep the faith,
    to work harder,
    to accept reality.

    I’m doing time for my misdeeds.
    The hypercube of my space is so quiet.
    I could hear my heart beating.
    “Tick! Tick! Tick!”
    Can robots have feelings?

  • Lay Off

    Yesterday, Maw told me that she had spoken to Luz a couple of weeks ago or so. Luz mentioned that her sister, the divorced nutball living next door to us, was laid-off from Outr#ach, a non-profit organization. That could mean a potential foreclosure of the house because the illegal ALIEN is a handyman and maybe he doesn’t earn enough to help pay for his gold-mine, a jackpot of free board and lodging by the nutball.

  • Bouncing Bored

    OMG! I’m so bored at work that I’m literally bouncing up and down to imaginary trance (or house) music. `Boing! Boing! Boing!` I’m so lazy that the coffee is not strong enough to hit my system just yet as I slowly try to wake up. Maybe this morning’s banana had too much sugar.

  • 20060726-New Suit

    So I’ve been struggling to poop and came across page 273 in one of DB’s book. One sentence mentioned something about `a suit made out cement`. For the longest time, I couldn’t figure it out.

    Of course and just like Paw, my imagination of `ADD` interconnects and associates one word or series of words and/or numbers. And this morning I’d like to provide more hints as to the spooks I’ve met online, say around April 4, 2006.

    Around July 26, 2006 and July 27, 2006, the chatter online wanted a new suit. He needed money for a new suit. The amount was the same for another dude. The paper showed his cellphone number of the LATTER dude.

    Based on my hunch, the twosome either knew about each other or the former got a hold of the LATTER via a goof I made at that time. But like I said, when I needed help no one was there. I prayed for answers. I got no response. But I was it – tag.

    That was yet another test of my `sincerity`. I knew nothing then but felt bad about the deception later. My tummy was howling mad and my feet turned ice cold when the former got STUCK. Right there, the sign was not good. But I played along in good faith.

    After all, it’s their karma and their souls that will pay the price. I’m waiting to see how they’ve enjoyed my hard work, knowing full well who they messed around with in the first place.

  • Ear Problems

    So I did a quick research and found the possible problems to my left ear:

    Idiopathic Stapedial Muscle Spasm

    “Idiopathic stapedial muscle spasm creates a rough, crackling, rumbling noise in the ear. External sounds, such as music tones, water faucets, and voices, are known to accentuate the spasms. Physical examination reveals a normal tympanic membrane with rhythmic contractions synchronous with the noise. “

    For a long time, I would hear crackling or clicking noises. And this is heard when I try to depressure my ear canal. But as mentioned in my previous blog entry, I’d hear rumbling noises – the blowing and feel the vibrating of my ear drum. Also, the constant ringing in both ears mean tinnitus.

  • Left Aching

    Hearts can break and left to ache. But in the past few days, I would hear an odd sound inside my left ear. The sound is a single tone similar to a`hum` and lasts for one to two seconds. I feel some congestion inside but I’m not sure because I’m still waiting for my health benefits card from the temp agency.

    A few minutes ago my left ear suddenly went deaf while talking to J#n!k@. I could NOT hear a word she had said as I cupped my left ear with my left hand. I guess I’m going deaf due to shaking my head vigorously back and forth whlie conversing and the fact that have been diagnosed as having lost hearing in the high frequency range.

    As a matter of fact, I would hear a constant high frequency of a `weee` in both ears. I’ve read it could the range of angels connecting; while the single `hum` called forth a mental image of a `hummingbird` in mid flight with its wings outstreched horizontally.

    These ear `problems` could be related to health issues but then again it might be something `spiritual` in nature that no modern medical diagnosis could pin point.