General Music Chat

Well everyone else does so why can't Chippy?

On August 29, 1997 I was in Egypt. I had an odd dream whilst there one night. I saw three huge flashes in a continent I'd never been to. At least I thought so at that time.........

I remember saying to my then singer (In this dream) who was with me on the highest place in the whole city with wide open and large windows looking upon the landscape of other buildings................

"There will be a lot of glass flying around, we'd better get out of here."

I hate stand still heights, hate heights period. (In the real world). Supposedly...

Two days Later Princess Diana died and the land was pretty much silent albeit pool party games that lacked some lustre I can tell you.

Then I arrived in your truly wonderful country but peace didn't last long. 3 Flashes indeed and the world changed, my life changed, the bog that surmounts all seeped and is still seeping into the mindset. It will not stop either.

My music is my dreams in another language, one that hopefully might be understood to those who actually hear and listen perhaps? But that's another story.

A few weeks ago while in that wonderful other world I dreamt that I was on some sort of small boat on a tributary that lay between high buildings. We were all having such a great time on the calm water but then my stomach pulled in as the water rose and we were suddenly as high as the buildings themselves.

Dipping, upwards, downwards it all just seemed like so much fun really!

Then in the distance there was a fork in what I think was this river that I was riding? It split upon flat laying fields and there was some object that I could not make out in the land in between, where the tributaries forked?

We headed and were driven by the water to this place which I have never seen, at least not at this angle?

Anyway I often talk about using your gift to get stuff out. This is what I am doing though many will miss the point.

What did you dream about and why do you think you did?

OFF TOPIC ended.

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There’s danger on the edge of town
Ride the king’s highway
Weird scenes inside the goldmine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake
Ride the snake
To the lake
The ancient lake, baby
The snake he’s long
Seven miles
Ride the snake
He’s old
And his skin is cold

I wish I had dreams like that...

All my dreams are about Tornadoes. Either I'm running from one, or I'm getting caught up in one. And I have those dreams at least 2 -3 times a month. I'm sure it means something, but I'm too lazy to find out, lol

Tornado

To see a tornado in your dream, suggests that you are experiencing some extreme emotional outbursts and temper tantrums. Is there a situation or relationship in your life that may be potentially destructive?

To dream that you are in a tornado, signifies that you are feeling overwhelmed and out of control. You will be met with a series of disappointments for the next week or so. Your plans will be filled with complications.

To see several tornadoes in your dream, represent people around you who are prone to violent outbursts and shifting mood swings. It may also symbolize a volatile situation or relationship.

**See The Meaning In Action: "Tornado"

http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/

Well, that explains everything. LOL

No you don't Ryan. By any means, this is no gift but a curse. I enjoy them however for the time that they last which could be just seconds in this world.

There are just two left in my bloodline. I often do wonder because my late Mother, just like a Cat would know. How annoying that was!

I wish I had dreams like that...

All my dreams are about Tornadoes. Either I'm running from one, or I'm getting caught up in one. And I have those dreams at least 2 -3 times a month. I'm sure it means something, but I'm too lazy to find out, lol

Scott one of the best bands I was ever in were heading this way. Such a pity our singer was a pratt and destroyed everything!

I do have some stuff left over on tape somewhere but most was lost when my Satchel was stolen. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDN9y2vTdUs&feature=related

There’s danger on the edge of town
Ride the king’s highway
Weird scenes inside the goldmine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake
Ride the snake
To the lake
The ancient lake, baby
The snake he’s long
Seven miles
Ride the snake
He’s old
And his skin is cold

No you don't Ryan. By any means, this is no gift but a curse. I enjoy them however for the time that they last which could be just seconds in this world.

There are just two left in my bloodline. I often do wonder because my late Mother, just like a Cat would know. How annoying that was!

I wish I had dreams like that...

All my dreams are about Tornadoes. Either I'm running from one, or I'm getting caught up in one. And I have those dreams at least 2 -3 times a month. I'm sure it means something, but I'm too lazy to find out, lol

Bloodline?
You guys don't really believe that dreams are symbolic or a form of divination do you?

Why don't you just let me be.

You guys don't really believe that dreams are symbolic or a form of divination do you?

He's just making friends all over the place.. LOL

Ah well I tried.
Haven't got Craigs pull Lol!

Oh come on now Cheer up! Bloody Nora why is everyone so deep? Why question? What is that you want to place in that locker called a pigeon hole? Do you want to shorten the name to something like I dunno? erm NT1 which means 'Shroom Eater'

I write sometimes and I try my work to see if it works?

Nothing at all real in this, nothing real at all there is. Kinda like a double pun only the ending is before the beginning, but also the ending resides in the middle whilst allowing people out at the end and thanking them for coming, sort of thing!

Pretty simple concept isn't it after all?

Actually I do just the same sort of thing with my music of which no one has heard to date. (New Stuff).

Nah mate I'm just a stupid numpty who don't know nowt.

You guys don't really believe that dreams are symbolic or a form of divination do you?

They can be either.

Scientifically however, as you know, there are myriad theories on why we dream, and no general consensus has been reached on this. Not surprising since researchers are still struggling with the purpose of sleep itself.

Freud believed that dreams were manifestations of repressed conscious desires, that we bury and keep supressed.

Other theories are that the mind is uncluttering itself, and ridding the junk, preparing for the next day. Or that dreams are merely the unconscious mind trying to interpret external stimulus occuring while we sleep, such as how an actual dog barking outside, may get incoporated into our dreams while we are sleeping.

And there are many others.

But I have usually been very good at interpreting dreams for people, especially if I know them personally, and can ask some follow up questions.

And I have personally had premonitions and know many others who have as well.

It may be that dreams serve many purposes. I have seen them serve at least two myself... Unconscious manifestations of things occuring in our conscious state, which when interpreted correctly, can reveal helpful information we can use in our conscious lives. And as mentioned, premonitions.

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The Dream:
In my early teens (14 or 15), I had a dream. It was one of the most vivid dreams I had ever had. I'm either driving or riding in a car (the perspective kept changing in the dream, but someone else that I couldn't place was in the car with me). We're going down this long straight but hilly highway with tall pine trees on either side. Suddenly, I get this feeling that I can't do anything (such as steer the vehicle or hit the brakes) and we veer off the road and into a ditch. It's not a crash, more like just involuntarily pulling over and we're not hurt at all. We get out of the car and just start walking down the road. As we're walking along, no one talking, we notice more and more cars off on the side of the road and in ditches, and people all walking in the same direction. We walk for what must have been hours, but only seemed like minutes. We come to this huge white stone mansion with the doors wide open and walk right in along with everyone else. When we get inside, people are milling around, laughing and talking, like a party but with no eating or drinking going on. We walk around, listening in on random conversations, trying to find out what is going on, but they are just regular conversations about trivial things. I notice that every once in awhile, several people at a time are ushered through a set of huge doors into a brightly lit room, but I can't see into the room and then the doors shut. After seeing this happen a few times, I break into a conversation some people are having and ask if anyone knows what's going on. They look at me incredulously and then say simply, "Don't you know? This is IT. The Rapture." and then they go back to their mundane conversation like nothing is going on at all. It sinks in and I realize that that is exactly the way it should happen, the drivers losing their will to control the cars, no one getting hurt with all the cars running off the road, everyone heading to the same place and so on. And then I woke up with a most serene feeling and think, "What a cool dream."

The Reality:
Years later, when I'm about 19 or 20, a friend of mine that I always partied with came by. We were living in Byhalia MS just out of Memphis. His dad was running for Sheriff of Marshall county in Holly Springs and it's election night and John wants to know if I want to go there. He said everybody was going to be partying and I'm in like Flynn. We stopped at a store and grab some beer and head down Highway 78 towards Holly Springs. We fire up a couple of doobs on the way and, let me tell ya, it's the sh*t that killed Elvis. We're totally wasted, laughing our butts off, joking about anything we could think of (and we could think of a LOT of different things), talking music and anything else that came to mind. As we get near Holly Springs, I notice that the highway is straight and hilly, and there are tall pine trees on either side of the road. De Javu!!! And the dream comes crashing back to me. I'm getting goosebumps and everything is looking EXACTLY like it was in the dream. I start quietly freaking out to myself, and then I get an idea that if I change things up a bit, I can keep the Rapture from happening right then. I tell John to keep driving and not to ask me any questions and he sees that I'm dead serious. I crawl into the back seat and lay down so that I no longer can see the road or what's happening. I stay there until we are in Holly Springs and we are at the place we were heading to. Then I get out of the car and John asks me what that was all about. I told him the whole story with the dream and everything, and when I finish, he says, "Man, I'm glad you didn't tell me while I was driving or I would have freaked slap out." Then we had some more beers, and joined the party, and everything was back to normal. I still get the goosebumps when I think about it though.

This is great! I was only messin' with ya, I'm big on all of this stuff . . . check this out.


THE OCCULT BASIS OF MUSIC - by Rudolph Stiener
A Lecture, hitherto untranslated given at Cologne on December 3, 1906.
Published in The Golden Blade, 1956

Whenever anyone falls asleep, his astral body goes out from his physical body; his soul then lives in the devachanic world. Its harmonies make an impression on his soul; they vibrate through it in waves of living sound, so that every morning he wakes from the music of the spheres, and out of this realm of harmony he passes into the everyday world. Just as the human soul has a sojourn in Devachan between incarnations, so we can say that during the night the soul rejoices in flowing tones of music: they are the very element out of which it is itself woven and they are its true home.

The composer translates into physical sounds the rhythms and harmonies which at night imprint themselves on his astral body. Unconsciously he takes his model from the spiritual world. He has in himself the harmonies which he translates into physical terms. That is the secret connection between the music which resounds in the physical world and the hearing of spiritual music during the night. But the relation of physical music to this spiritual music is like that of a shadow to the object which casts it. So the music of instruments and voices in the physical world is like a shadow, a true shadow, of the far higher music of Devachan.

I'm not really sure about how my story will pan out? I'm thinking that it will be a Nuke detonated a few feet above the water and off the coast causing a tidal surge into a very large high city.

But then I could change my mind.....