A Lucid Hurricane

Last night I found myself in the dream world talking to Beesucker about being lucid in a dream. We were both discussing ways to become lucid. I then walked outside and actually realized that I was lucid. I encountered some sort of demon type creatures and told them how to say clear mind to ease their pain. I noticed that it was dark outside so I tried to change the sky to daytime, but I was unsuccessful. Somehow I ended up back in my bedroom where I was floating above my bed. I began floating upward and began trying to go through the sealing. I spent sometime right at the ceiling and kept bumping my head on it. I knew that the reason I was bumping my head was because I wasn't 'lucid' enough so I focused and slowly began inching through the ceiling. I past through the attic and finally got my head through the roof. It was at this point that I woke up in 'real' life.

Falling back asleep I was in Prescott or some other northern AZ town where everybody was preparing for a hurricane. It was quite frantic and I had decided to hole up in a three story hotel on the top of a hill with a bunch of other people, people that I went to middle school with and did not know. I was also with a person who was my girlfriend but I found her unattractive. In the dream, however, I cared for her and together we made the necessary preparations which consisted of running around frantically. It was two hours until the hurricane was to hit and I had to go and get something from another area. I announced to everyone that I had to go and get some supplies and would be back in an hour, hugged my girlfriend and left. Then I was in a small propeller plane flying into phoenix as the hurricane was rolling in. The turbulence began and then the entire plane began nose diving towards the ground. My mother was sitting next to me and she grabbed my arm and we both gasped. Then I woke up two minutes before my alarm was to go off.

LUCID DREAM

A Parking Meter Salute!

Last night I had the opportunity to perform at one of the 'happenin' night spots in Tempe named the Loft. A truly eclectic crowd no doubt. There is always a sort of dread that I have when having to park my 'big rig' in downtown Tempe due to the plethora of traffic and drunk frat boys. So. Pulling up to the place to unload my massive amounts of amplifiers and other noise making junk, I find that there is no place to load in. I do find, however, a spot DIRECTLY in front of the door that I have to load into which happens to be in a fire lane. I reason to myself that I can 'park' here for the five minutes needed to unload my equipment. So. I unload my equipment uneventfully. It has been not even five minutes when I return to my vehicle to zip up my keyboard case and get into my car to move it. I am greeted by none other than the fearless (use magnificent booming low voice) TEMPE Police Department Meter Maid writing a parking ticket for my truck that was parked there for not even five minutes. As I was packing up and getting ready to move my truck he was typing in his little numbers into his little meter maid electronic ticket writer. I inquire, "are you writing me a ticket?" He responds robotically, "Yes. You see these three signs? No parking." My mind races with a thousand thoughts about ways to counteract his ticket but I arrive at nothing. I sheepishly take the ticket, upon which the officer lets me know not to do it again. I glance at the ticket.....$46!! For a 5 minute load in. I feel the familiar tightness that law enforcement pulls from my gut and move my car. I pull into a spot a little ways away and happen to spy the little old meter maid driving where I was parking. I step out of my car and ask him if that was an alright place to park. It was at this time when he jumped from his metermaid mobile, unholstered his night stick, and charged me citing disorderly conduct. Not Really. He just said yes. So....a big one fingered salute to the TEMPE POLICE DEPARTMENT PARKING METER MAIDS! God Bless you and your revenue raising ways.

6x6=36

Zen

Heaven and Hell.

I recently found an article by zen master Wu Kwang explaining the difference between heaven and hell. I found this description to be kind of nifty. A pretty nice description of Boddhisattva action.

"At the end of a one-day retreat recently, I told the story of a man who encounters a genie, or supernatural being, who says, "I will fulfill one wish for you." The man says, "I'd like to get a view of the difference between heaven and hell." The genie says, "O.K., I'll show you." He takes him to a door and they enter a huge banquet hall. On the table is everything you might wish to eat, and if something is not there you only have to think about it to make it appear. But there's one injunction in this setting: You have to use special utensils. These utensils have a glove that fits up to the elbow, and attached to this glove is a fork that is so long that the food doesn't reach your face when you bend your elbow. All these people are sitting at the table trying to feed themselves, but they can't get the food to their mouths.
Then the genie takes this man through another door, and they find an identical setting. Again, the same utensils are being used - so long that the food never reaches the people's mouths. But in this particular room the people are seated across from each other at the table, and the person on this side of the table picks up a piece of food and extends it over to the person sitting across from him. Because the fork is extremely long, it just reaches the other person's mouth, and likewise the man or woman sitting on the other side of the table picks up a morsel of food and extends it across the table and the person opposite eats it."

Here is the link to the actual talk ---> Stepping off a hundred foot flagpole.