A dream I had this past Friday:

A large sprawling city of small buildings- no higher than five stories- from a disjointed maze of narrow alleys and back rooms. Made form assorted materials, as varied as wood, corrugated tin, steal and brick. The city goes on, stretching out to the horizons, until it disappears. There are large dark clouds, heavy with rain cresting over the horizon. “This is my city. I don’t own a single brick, I don’t live here nor do I spend much time within the winding streets. But this is my city.” Cold wind rushes past.

In a field next to a towering apartment building looming over head; it stretches out in a crescent moon, framing the field with its’ convex side, sky open with out stars or clouds above it all. I am running as fast as I am able, though effortless, and my feet never quite touch the ground, I know that someone is fallowing close behind. Cool air rushes past my face as panic sets in; feels easing, and I calm enough to see from a prospective not my own- off to one side, next to the apartments, and a little above me- a man tall and black, dressed in runners tights, fast gaining on me. Not more than two feet aside and dead even with me, we look at each other. Now, he is not dressed in tights, but in a green T-shirt and blue-jeans. I know not what I where. Something soft in his face puts me at peace. No longer do I run, now we race.

Gone are the apartments. Gone are the fields. Gone is sky, with out stars or clouds. Dark clouds in the night sky lay over the narrow street, framed by the buildings to ether side. Now, it is bright- only enough to see clearly, not so much as to hurt my eyes. We run past an abandoned bazaar, in to a noodle house with a low ceiling. I am the first enter; pushing through a paper door with out damaging it, I see -from the other runners view- myself leaping over a low divide in the way. I see the astonished patrons ogle with relative fancy, from their cushions, set besides the low tables. I see us both run past confused wait staff, and a row of diners along a wall, towards the rear of the restaurant and the back door. Heavy in weight, I slam in to the solid metal door, and push it open.

The other runner and I jockey for position as we race down a soft dirt alleyway, towards the street. Leaping over trashcans and construction debris, we reach the street. There are none but us in the thoroughfare; it is the deep of night now and all have left. Though we both stand panting, hands on are knees, gasping for breath, we are not tired. Looking at each other, I know we will meet again in the cities ways, and shops.

Wind blows and my face cools; I regain my breath.

I stand on a ledge above city looking at the other runner and myself. I see us reflected in my eye as I become aware of where I am. I am no longer on the roads or in the alleys but on the ledge above city, dressed in a tan over coat, loose cut gray shirt, and light brown pants. Looking out toward the horizon, I sell the dust and squint towards the bright sun, braking over the cool morning earth. I know there is a storm coming.

I woke calmer than I have been in weeks. The city is not new, I have been there several times, but going through my old dream journals, I found that this was the first time there had been commentary. Indeed commentary is a rather a new occurrence altogether, happening only in the last few six weeks or so.

Cheery-Bye

Greetings,
The results of the forth experiments are in.

I went in at 11:30 EST, but took my time getting to the Hut. I was following the advice Vagrant Dreamer gave in an earlier PM and tried to take in the whole experience to the exclusion of all else. I started small, with the moss-covered rock at the entrance to the path to the hut, then on the path and lastly on the interior of the Hut.

When I finally entered the Hut, Vagrant Dreamer was already there. I tried to draw the sign in the air and "pushing" it into his “context”; this was done three times before I saw him move his arms. Normally I simply try to manifest a sign so it is like the room, or more recently pull energy into the shape of the sign and releasing it toward him.

Thinking that Vagrant Dreamer is closer to seeing my symbol than I to his, I sat down and tried to think of what the movement looked like; this was less than fruitful. So I went at it from a different angle. I tried to sense what he was sending me, if there was anything attached to the energy, and so on. I had mixed results; mostly I just imaged things, and was able to dismiss them quickly. Yet, after some time I had a clear vision of pyramid with a single large trapezoidal indention per side, covering a large portion of each side.

One other event that stood out of me was the disappearance of the hut, and indeed the whole of the astral; all that remained was Vagrant Dreamer.

The rest of the time, I tried to sense the energy he was sending me. I was tempted to try as Vagrant Dreamer put it: “Pull myself in line” with him. But, I am still unable to feel his presence; I saw him and feel that there is a structure in the Hut that is different from the hut, but I get no particulars. An adequate analogy would be a rock in a glass of water.

I left at 12:07 EST.

Vagrant Dreamer responded to my PM containing the above information, by saying that he had missed my message to meet last Thursday, but was surprised that several of my experiences matched what he was doing. At around 11:20 he went to the same area we have been meeting- to practice. He did not see me but his “attention was continuously drawn to the opposite end of the hut.”



We are getting better results, and quicker, than I thought possible. Normally I only see Vagrant Dreamer draw the sign. However, I was able to get the general shape of the out it this time; I am curious to know if he put more energy in to it, or if there was something else that was different about the way he created the sigil. If not then I would think a probable reason I saw it would be because f its effect on the environment. Alternatively, I was paying closer attention to what you where doing this time- and not sending you my sign.




After the astral disappeared, I was left in a void much like the one that I enter to first enter the astral- Vagrant Dreamer was there to start with but soon I could not find him. So- figuring I left with out intending to- I went back to the hut. Once there his after image theory is likely what happened. I tried to pull myself in line with him, but though I could see him and feel that there was a structure in the Hut that is different from the hut; I got no particulars. I refer to my earlier analogy of a rock in a glass of water.



I am sill more than a little concerned and rather baffled about the timing. Yet progress is being made, so I should worry less abut the timing in a place with no time.

More to come.
Cheery-Bye

Greetings,
My apologies for the delay in posting; my various bosses decided that I should finish what they wanted before what I wished to do.

Wishing to gain as much experience as possible, I would wait in the Hut for Vagrant Dreamer. I first arrived at approximately 10:50 EST; I had no trouble finding or entering the Hut. Upon entering I found the no one there, thinking I was early I decided to try to make the Hut as manifested as I was able. I took my usual seat and tried to prod the room with my mind- the intent was to force a “solidification” of the space. Once I was satisfied that I had done all I could, I began to pace the room, working as if it where a physical space.

[Here I will relate many of the common issues a have when in the astral. This is partly of what Vagrant Dreamer said in a PM I will get to later. Note that this sort of thing a have become used to, and many last no longer than a flash.]

While there, I would lose focus and something would pop in to the room. The fist occurrence was shortly after a started to pace. I was looking at the chair and was taken aback when I saw several people I know sitting in it. Some time latter, I found myself looking at back at me, as in the third person- this was probably because I was thinking how I would look if someone were watching. Lastly, I became aware of my physical/astral bodies.

I decided that I should retire for a bit because these things where starting to happen too close together. It was 11:12.

I arrived for the second time at 11:20 or there about. Finding the Hut, as before, with ease. I decided to stand this time; because of the strait posture is easer to hold while I tried to find Vagrant Dreamer.

This time I tried to search him out, as apposed to sending out a beacon as I normally do. There was a moment- that a week ago I would have dismissed- when I thought I found him. I am still too unacquainted with his “feel,” to be sure, if it was him. The person I found was not in the room, but neither was it in my head- as is normally the case when it is not in the room.

After a bit, realized that Vagrant Dreamer was off in the corner; I know not how long he was there, nor if he was there then, since I had not felt him enter. He became more familiar over time, and I then knew it was him. I noticed that he was not his normal brilliantly charged self; there was no static this time. In fact, he was more like a generic person. Shaped like a person, with all the features but I could not tell anything about him.

At this point, I started to make my sign and attempted to convey whom I was. He did not seem to take notice, at first, but soon an interesting phenomenon occurred; he became like two. Both bodies where originating at the same place, but one closer to me and far more intense. This passed quickly though, so I did not worry and went back to signing.

As much as it upsets me to say, I did not see his sign; only the waving of his arms. This time he made an “L” or half of a square, before one stretched out above his head. [His fingers might have been glowing, but as this only occurred to me after his PM. So I am unsure if this is what I saw.]

After much more signing, I was disturbed. At approximately 11:50 or so, several very drunk neighbors decided to stand outside my door. I was dragged out of the astral when they started to pound on the wall- 12:00.




I will not bore you all with the details of his diversion. Suffice to say the crow taught him “to shift my astral vision” and he found “astral larvae creatures” on himself, the room and me. He used solar energy to rid us of them. For which I am thankful.

This could explain the “two bodies” affair a witnessed. One of the bodies was rather intense.

One more point that that may have had an effect on the experiment: he “attempted to shield the area, but tried to leave a path open from the entry point that was described before.” I was not aware of any changes, but it may have had an effect I'm not attuned enough to have noticed.



This was astounding to read, the first accurate estrange, the 23 is spot on (my nomenclature) - the name I have given to a set a characteristics in my personality. The triangles where close but I was not projecting triangles. The interlocking shapes and there number correct though.

When he talked on how he was transmitting his sign Vagrant Dreamer said he “drew it” and “pushed it in to my sphere.” This is important because 1) I now know why he is always waving his arms, and 2) his method differs from mine. I try to monotheist the sign- in the air, on the floor, in where I feel him coming from, exc. It is only the feeling I have ever tried to send to him, in a similar way. Others are better equipped to annalize this than I, so I will leave it at that.



I too, found myself in the room; often find myself in places where I did not intend to go, so it did not accrue to me that he came along with the change. This happened too fast for me to notice him- only a flash.

On this topic Vagrant Dreamer wrought:


As always he had something insightful to say. I will try this and report anything of interest



This would be the above-mentioned drunks. Also I might have expressed doubt to where AP communication could work, this might have left him with the impressions of irritated or anxious, and "we're need to work on exchanging signs." I was not paying close attention to my thoughts, so I cannot be sure.

I was concerned with the timing. But Vagrant Dreamer did not seem to think the discrepancies where so large as to put of the results.



I will continue to work on what has been suggested to me, and as always updates will be made when something is worth telling.

Cheery-Bye

Narrated by a small boy.

Ten are so bats fly past my view of the cloudy night sky. Ben's father- a heavy set balding man, in a tweed sweater- is standing on the low railing of a strut iron bridge, that is spanning a large, steep gorge. He is preparing to jump, for he cannot stand living with his free spirited wife. A friend of Ben's father is down below standing in the wide, but shallow, rocky stream. An average build but slight muscle tone keeps his feet struggling against the fast moving current. He pleads with his friend to talk him down. Speaking with an English accent, "Common, your wife will be mad at me." Becoming nervous, he tries to any thing that comes to mind, "The water is too cold, and it"s dark out here; come down; let"s go home." Pleading now, "I'm already in the water, just come down." His friend leans forward and falls of the metalwork, descending through the air for several seconds before landing, with a splash and a thud thirty meters away.

Ben is with his mother at the bank of the stream with soft, gray sand, watching the fading twilight of the dusk- the one where his father died. His mother- seen only as a tall, slim, silhouette- walks away, when he is laying by the water, leaving him on the soft sand. Ben relies his mother is gone- I believe this happens often- Ben is a little worried but not terribly so. He is comforted when he finds his mothers foot prints in the sand. He fallows the prints away from the stream. At their end, he finds in the hollow of a tall hill- carved to form a wide crescent- a toppled statue. Ben plays by the feet of the fallen monolith. Ben speaks, "My mom leaves me things. She leaves them on mount hood." Looking off in to the distance, "It is far away- I will go there now."

I see Ben working his way, first by sidecar of a motorbike- a nice old man let him hitch- then by running, until he barrowed a bike for the journey. "She me things on Mount Hood, way at the very top." There is a village on three tiers." I see a small village with five or six houses mostly two storied country home affairs, with there light on in their windows- bright against the night sky. I see Ben as he climes up the side of the tiers. "She leaves me things in the barn." Ben is half way up. "The only barn is on the very top tier." Ben is ascending the last tier. "it's O.K. though , I don"t mind." Ben is at the barn. "There is a cameraman there." The man readies the camera. "It"s O.K. though, he lets me in." The man needs to get a better view. I see Ben enter through a loose plank in the barns side. Bats fly out the barn door; left ajar. They fly out towards the cloud-crossed moon, as the man films. "My mom leaves me books- I love her." I see Ben move towards a book lying in the middle of the straw covered floor. I see Ben stoop to grasp the book in his hand, and lift it from the ground. "My name is Ben and this is what I reads."

Greetings,

I sorry to say that this time the results where less exciting than before. I went in at around 11:30 EST. using the prescribed method suggested by Vagrant Dreamer, with input form Edunpanna. The method was intended to conform to my view of the astral, to be sure we met on the right plane. Where we enter the same plane of the astral in order to be in sync. The sphere of yesod was chosen and imagery to insure that I make it there.

[A forest, with a path leading from a large boulder covered in moss to a very simple wooden hut. Within the hut, there was a fireplace two chairs.]

I entered in to the forest and found the house; I even entered the house with out problem- rather easily, in fact. As it turned out I had arrived first so a took a chair, and began to wait. Nothing much happened for some time, though I did have some issues keeping my mind from wandering with nothing engaging happening. The fist time that a figure entered the hut I tried to sense where it was from- to try to determine if it was there of its own accord. [SEE THIS POST] I quickly found that I could not determine where it was from; realizing it had manifested- because of my intention to meet someone- the figure faded. To prevent similar manifestations I tried to solidify the room. My attempts met with no avail; I was loosing interest.

Astral projecting is chaotic for me at best, but when engaged I can hold my focus for some time. After sometime more and a general call for Vagrant Dreamer- in the form of a mantra made of his name- I gave up. I came out of the astral at 12:15 EST.

In the PM Vagrant Dreamer sent, telling of his experience the following passage was included:

�I introduced with... the elder sign, or pentagram... I didn't see you respond with anything though. This time your appearance was a little more ethereal, and the surroundings kept changing, so I wasn't sure if you were totally there or not.�

[I am keeping the sign I use to introduce myself with, to myself, in order to provide a degree of legitimacy to the results. I am worried that if Vagrant Dreamer and I start trading our favorite greetings, we will inevitably imagine the other giving the correct sign.]

It would seem that for whatever reason I was not able to see him, but my appearance would suggest that he did see me and not a ministration of his own making. I may have indeed been in several parts of the astral, and to an outside observer the workings of my mind would most likely appear to be in constant flux.

�I tried to get a sense of your energy this time before projecting, so that I could meet you where you were and tried to 'pull' you into phase with me while meeting you halfway where I could.�

This was a very good idea on Vagrant Dreamer�s part. I will try to do the same next time. It may also help to know more about how one thinks,- we have never met in person, which limits us considerably- it may narrow the gap between us. I will go over some of his old posts to that end.

�At one point at the beginning I tried to find you� I'm not sure if I�m familiar enough with your energy, but I found a presence and tried to communicate a little just before midnight. Any odd thoughts around then?�

No, no odd thoughts; that would have been around the time I was thinking of leaving, perhaps I was distracted.

This latest experiment would seem to support my prior hypothesis. Vagrant Dreamer has- what I'm assuming to be- many times my own prowess in the astral. This allows him a better grasp of the dreamscape. In my last post, I told how I was unable to enter the Room, and despite my presence out side the room- and the considerable ruckus I made- Vagrant Dreamer was un able to tell I was there till a actually entered the Room. In the PM he sent after, he forwarded the theory that the room had become too established, hence my difficulty entering. The same theory may explain my inability to tell when Vagrant Dreamer was in the hut. My hut was too real for me to see anything else but the room.

It would seem if communication in the astral is possible it is only possible to one with an acute sense of the astral that most likely develops over time. If you will recall we have all ready made much progress in our endeavor; this is not meaningful communication, we have yet to see the correct signs.

I will continue to experiment and hone my sense of the astral, in hopes of future success.