2018-01-06 NSSAT NSDRM - Dream Exploration: Eldar; Post-Discussion
Channel: Pierre Grimes and the Noetic Society
Date: 09/03/2018

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 Pierre Grimes and the Noetic Society -- 2018-01-06 NSSAT NSDRM - Dream Exploration: Eldar; Post-Discussion
Eldar explores a dream with Pierre at our usual Saturday morning chat. Afterwards we all discuss some of the ramifications. ['Tunnel' effect is just from a cheap Vivitar wide-angle lens adapter for our Canon Vixia HF200 camcorder, so that at this close range, more folks around the circle may be seen in the picture. -JS] Eldar’s dream (Fri night / Sat morning) I’m in some kind of war. There maybe 2 other soldiers and I. We’re in a kind of warehouse sneaking around looking for the enemies. I come across one or two of them. I shoot one from a distance then I shoot another one. I have a quick meeting with my commander while the war is going on and I’m instructed to go somewhere or hide somewhere. I don’t don’t agree with him so I tell him that I’m not gonna do it. He starts yelling and I tell him to fuck off. If I had gone where he wanted me to, I would have died. It was almost as if he was trying to get me killed. I taunt and make fun of him as I’m walking away. Then I’m changing my position to hide behind some metal crates. As I’m moving I spot an enemy soldier in the distance, as well as one to my right, near where I came from. I wanna anticipate where they’re gonna go, so I shoot two remote-controlled bombs in two different places where I think the soldiers are going to. I duck out of the way for a little while, and when I poke my head out again to take a look, one of the soldiers has moved to a different place than where I thought he was gonna go. Now he’s closer to me and shooting at me. He’s just on the other side of the walkway that runs between all the crates. I press the button to detonate the bombs but they don’t have much of an effect. So now I throw another bomb to where this guy is standing, but it falls short and doesn’t affect him at all. So I throw another one to get closer to him. This time only the shock-wave of the bomb hits him. I throw another one and I think that one does at least knock him over. Then I’m being pursued by this tall older guy who’s also taunting me while he’s pursuing. I pull out another weapon,a shotgun, because the previous one is out of ammunition. I reload the weapon as he keeps getting closer and closer. I fire one shot and I miss. Then as he gets closer I manage to aim the shotgun towards him and I hit him, but it doesn’t hit him that well so he keeps moving towards me. Then as he gets really close, like right in front of me, I shoot again and I hit him in the chest. But now there are more soldiers appearing and they’re surrounding me. I’m firing and at the same time I’m calling for help “Help!! HELP!!!” Trying to get some backup. There are one or two of my guys around. One of them is Ged. In the next scene I’m standing next to a freeway with Ged on my left and my parents on my right, and I think one other person. It’s like I’ve been rescued, or pulled out of the battle and now I’m here recovering. I’m out of the battle, it’s like I’ve tapped out, because I’ve been so injured that I’ve become useless. My body is really damaged. I’m standing in a really stiff way, because all the damage I’ve suffered doesn’t allow me to relax and stand normally. I’m kind of crossing my arms to keep myself together. It’s as if I’m holding myself together to prevent from falling apart, that’s how broken my body is. There are cars whizzing by pretty fast. I have this urge: I really wanna help, I wanna contribute to the war. I feel useless. So I look down at my hand and I’m flicking these tiny rocks at the cars that are going by. I’m like “Come on guys! At least do something! At least help in some way!!” to the others, because we’re all just standing there doing nothing. Then Ged is like “Man you’re really injured!” and looks at my injuries. He presses on one of my wounds and it’s causing a lot of pain. I’m like “Aaah stop it!” he’s like “Oooh I can’t not do it! I can’t not press where it hurts” I’m like “Fucking stop it!” He reluctantly stops, like it’s so tempting to him. And then my dad walks up to me and he’s like “Man, you really look like a pussy now!” I’m like “I feel like a pussy.” He’s like “Ha!” almost shocked that I said that and he laughs. More info: http://noeticsociety.org