A Safe Haven

 I've been sitting here in my room downloading music videos and converting them into MP3 files so I can listen to the music later. I have had my headphones on for a few hours already so I have not been aware of many sounds nor noises outside.

A while ago I was in the middle of some music files so the sound was turned off. I heard some commotion outside.

My security cameras cover the entire perimeter around my house and they are on and recording 24/7.

I turned and looked at the monitor. Outside I could see an unknown woman right on my front steps. I had no idea what was going on but I knew she didn't belong here so I immediately walked outside and questioned her. She was certainly a prostitute. 

 "He's supposed to give me a ride," she said. 

"You're on my property, you need to leave," I said. 

"I'm sorry sir," she said, and she left.

I went back inside and reviewed the security camera footage. I wanted to see what had happened.

It's so sad. Of course she was a prostitute. She was being followed by a guy in a dark colored car. I could see how she was doing everything she could to keep him away from her. She kept pacing up and down the sidewalk in front of my house trying to avoid him.

Occasionally she would walk onto my property and even walk up our steps to our front door. The guy was out to get her and she was fleeing him. For some reason she chose our property as a safe haven. Maybe because she knows we have cameras all around our house. Maybe because she knew that the predator would not chase her into someone else's private property. For whatever reason she, and others in the past, have chosen to run into our property for safety.

After reviewing the footage and realizing that she was being targeted by a predator and that she was only seeking safety by running into our property I understood she was the potential victim of a predator.

In the footage I saw that she had walked back down the street, in the direction of International Blvd. A thoroughfare known for prostitution activity. I felt sorrow for her. As much as I dislike prostitutes I am 100% against their victimization. If I had known she was being pursued by a predator I would have allowed her to take refuge on my property.

When I realized she was being victimized by the predator in the car I went to my gun safe and pulled out my AR-15 and a loaded magazine. Both are laying on my bed at this moment. Nothing else has happened ever since I last saw her walk down the street towards International Blvd.

That's right. As much as I dislike a prostitute's career choice, I can't stand seeing them victimized.

This was one instance in which I would have pulled out my AR-15 to defend a prostitute against a predator.

P.S. Usually when there's commotion out front of my property I go out there with my .357 magnum.

Rainy Intersection at Night

 A few nights ago I had another one of my astral travels. I was well rested because my weekend was ending and I had rested and slept a lot during the weekend.

That night I went to bed as usual. I had to go to work the next day. As I slept I went into a dream.

I was driving my SUV and realized I was low on gas. I made a stop at a very dingy looking location. It didn't even look like a gas station. It was more like a small lot with a small garage to one side. It was night time. Someone pumped some gas into his car and drove away. I pulled up and took his spot.

I went into the small garage where he had put the fuel caddy. It had a foot operated pump.

When I walked into the garage a medium sized dog growled and barked at me. I froze, I thought it was going to attack me. Instead it ran to me and began to run around and jump up and down much like a dog does when it's happy to see someone. I was relieved, but then I saw a German Shepard lying down asleep. I worried again because I didn't know how this other dog would react to me. Fortunately it got up and began to run around and jump around just like the other dog.

I got the fuel caddy and went back to my vehicle. When I arrived I realized it was missing a hose, nozzle, and some attachments so I went back to the garage. I found them on the floor. I picked them up and headed back to my vehicle.

I was shocked when I returned and realized that my vehicle had been stolen. Only a bent out of shape wheel had been left behind. I couldn't believe it! How could someone have stolen my vehicle so fast! I wasn't gone more than thirty seconds when I went back to the garage to get the hose and nozzle.

I walked out of the lot and looked down the street to my left. The thieves couldn't have gotten to far away. I expected to still be able to see them driving away with my vehicle but I saw nothing towards my left. I looked to my right and saw an intersection not to far away so I decided to walk to it and look around.

I reached the intersection. Up to this point I had simply been dreaming. Suddenly it dawned on me that my vehicle could not have been stolen. How can anyone drive away if they had left a bent out of shape wheel behind?

I became lucid at this moment; I woke up in the astral.

I looked around and saw many people. They were all engaged in their own activities. Just as I usually do in my astral travels. I have written many times previously that I see many people in the astral world. The astral world is not empty, it is full of people.

The place I was at was hilly. From where I stood, ahead of me the hill went up. To my right the street went downhill. To my left it went slightly up. Towards my back was it downhill.

It was dark but the streets were lit up by lights. I simply stood there and observed the scene. It was peaceful, mystical. I realized it was raining but this didn't concern me. I remembered from a previous astral travel experience that in the astral the rain had no effect on me. I could feel it but it didn't get me wet (That particular astral travel was one of my longest experiences. I didn't log it but I remember it very well. Maybe someday I'll post it.)

As I stood there and observed the scene I slowly began to feel my consciousness shift from the astral back to the physical. I returned to the vigil state and found myself laying in bed. I went back to sleep and a couple of hours later I woke up again. I saw the clock and realized it was almost time for me to get up so I didn't bother going back to sleep. I just lay in bed until it was time for me to get up.

Vigil vs Lucid

 Here I will explain the two states of consciousness I often times speak of.

The first, the vigil state, is the state of wakefulness we experience after a night of sleep. It is the state we are in right now. We are aware we're not sleeping. We're awake in the vigil state.

At night when we go to bed and fall asleep we leave the vigil state and enter the sleep world. Most of us have our consciousness so asleep that when we "wake" up, meaning when we return to the vigil state the next morning, we have no recollection of our activities during the sleep state.

Sometimes we remember events from the sleep state and we call them dreams. These dreams are just memories of what we experienced in the sleep state while we slept.

The second is the lucid state. This is the state of consciousness we enter when we are in the sleep world and we are perfectly conscious that we are dreaming. When I'm consciously awake and aware that I'm in the dream world I will use the term that I am lucid. I'm in a lucid dream. Or simply, I become lucid.

I'm awake, but my physical body is still in bed asleep. Yet I'm consciously aware that I'm in a state out of my body. When my lucidity ends and I return to my physical body I will use the term that I have returned to the vigil state.

This should clear up some confusion between me saying "I woke up and found myself lucid," and "I woke up and found myself back in my bed."

P.S. Having a vivid dream is not the same as having a lucid dream. In a vivid dream you're still asleep and dreaming but you have a vivid recollection of your dream when you wake up in the vigil state.

In a lucid dream you're consciously aware that you're awake in the dream world.

Women In Line

 I've been off of work these last few days so I've been sleeping a lot. Yesterday I lay in bed most of the day, I just didn't want to get up.

As I lay in bed and felt myself dozing off I made efforts to enter a lucid dream. I eventually succeeded. It was a very short lucid dream but a lucid dream none-the-less.

I was on a bicycle around the corner from my house. I was sitting on it but not pedaling it. I was just leaning forward against the handle bars and pushing myself along the sidewalk with my feet, I was just walking while sitting on the bike. I reached the corner, turned left, and crossed the street. As I approached the front of my house I slowly became lucid. I realized I was in a dream. I have had many lucid dreams in my past. I recognize them when I become lucid.

As I approached the front of my house I saw there was a line of people waiting to go in. This was strange. I wondered why there was a line of people waiting to enter my house. They were all women. I don't recall seeing a man there.

As I stood there I remember thinking to myself that if I wanted to I could just walk past all of them and go inside. After all, it was my house. But I didn't do it, I just stood there for a moment and observed the scene. Soon I felt myself stirring and I returned to the vigil state. I was back in my room laying in my bed.

Another Dream

 About a week ago I went out for a walk around a local lake. As I walked around it I began to reminiscence over long ago times when I would go out for long hikes. I would hike in the Berkeley/Oakland hills. I hiked to the peak of Mt. Diablo and Mt. Tamalpais (both east and west peaks) many years ago.

It has been many years since I have gone for a hike like that.

Last week I went out for a good walk around a local lake. I walked half-an-hour in one direction and then walked back. Total time was around one hour and ten minutes.

It's a great fishing lake. So I decided to return and go fishing for trout, bass, or cat fish.

When I returned home I pulled out of storage my inflatable dinghy. I inflated it up and let it sit for a while so I would know if it would deflate. It did.

It has a leak, I thought to myself. I decided to trash it and get another boat.

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At night I had another dream. In it I was testing my inflatable dinghy. It deflated just as it did in real life.

In my dream I checked a valve. Something was wrong with it. I patched it up. My dinghy then inflated.

= = = = 

In real life I was about ready to throw out that dinghy. But I remembered my dream. I remembered that I somehow fixed the valve.

= = =

The following morning I went out to the back yard where I had inflated the dinghy and left it sitting to see its deflation. Sure enough, one side had deflated

= = =

I checked the valve and discovered that it could be opened or closed. It just had to be twisted.

 

There's nothing wrong with my dinghy. It inflates and stays inflated. I simply had to twist a valve.

Only A Dream

 Last night I had one of the weirdest dreams ever.

Have you ever had such a bad experience in real life that you wish it was only a bad dream and that you would soon wake up from it?

Well, I had just such an experience last night but it turned out it really was a dream.

It was one of those dreams that seemed so real while I was in it that I didn't know I was just dreaming.

This is what happened.

I was downstairs in my room. I walked out, saw one of my brothers and a couple of other guys with him. I didn't recognize the guys so I didn't say anything to them. I continued on my way and went upstairs. After a while I returned downstairs and noticed that things weren't as they should be. I looked around and saw that things looked very different. I noticed that many things were missing. I immediately realized that many items had been stolen. I have many tools and many personal items boxed up and stored there and most of those items were missing. I was emotionally crushed!

I headed towards my room and realized that some of the walls to my room had been demolished. Large pieces of sheet-rock (gypsum board) had been removed from the walls of my room.

I couldn't believe it. This worried me a lot. I didn't feel safe sleeping in my room with huge portions of the walls literally missing. Then I began to really worry. I thought about my gun cabinet and all the firearms and ammunition that I keep stored in my room. I went into my room and went straight to my firearm cabinet.

I was emotionally crushed again! My entire gun cabinet, all of my firearms, air arms, and ammunition were missing. They had been stolen!

I was devastated! I couldn't believe it, but it was true! My house had been burglarized and many of my belongings including my highly valued firearms and ammunition had been stolen!

I walked out of my room. I headed back upstairs. I walked slowly. Completely devastated. I wished this was just a dream. I hoped I would wake up and realize that it was just a dream. But I knew it wasn't. It was reality. It wasn't a dream, but how I wished it was a dream.

I walked back upstairs and went to my mom. She was on the phone. I told her I needed to talk to her. I told her it was very important. I wanted to tell her what had happened. But she was too involved in her phone conversation. She didn't realize how serious my predicament was.

I looked at her, she didn't look like my real mother but in the dream she was my mother. She had a few blemishes on her face but she was none-the-less beautiful.

Despite the fact that I was just dreaming it seemed so real. Everything seemed so real!

You can't believe the relief I felt when I woke up and realized that everything indeed had been just a dream! It was just a bad dream. Indeed I had just been dreaming. A sense of peace and relief fell upon me when I woke up and realized it was only a dream.

 I cannot over-emphasize how real that dream seemed to be. I was completely devastated as I walked out of my room and back upstairs. I really truly wished it was just a dream and that I would soon wake up. It seemed so real. I was so relieved when I indeed woke up and realized it indeed was only a dream.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fz4axHOyccQ

Henry 45-70

 Today I went to the gun shop and picked up my Henry 45-70 rifle. It's a beautiful rifle. It has a brass receiver and stock plate. It has an octagon barrel and is a side loader.

 

I'm excited! This rifle completes my collection.