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“Chapter 3: Recalling Your Dreams (page 27) Obtaining a dream journal is an essential step in developing dream recall. You should already have taken this step. If not, why not? Go get one. There's no point in continuing on if you do not. First of all, you need to write down your dreams to study them later. But, more than that, obtaining a dream journal is a personal statement of commitment to recalling and working with your dreams. By making this commitment, you plant in yourself the suggestion that you will in fact recall your dreams. If you are someone who almost never recalls dreams, you may have found that the very next morning after obtaining your journal that you recalled one or even more dreams. Moreover, at least if you have a hand-written journal, placing it beside your bed serves as a reminder, both before going to sleep and upon awakening, to recall your dreams.”

“Chapter 3: Recalling Your Dreams (page 29) If you do recall, just barely, a segment of a dream, try to more fully recall the last part that you remember, then work backwards. I don't know why this works, but, over and over again, I have found that if I barely remember a few fragments, working forwards through the dream allows the last parts of the dream to evaporate and be lost. But, working backwards, I seem to be able to recall the dream without losing much.”

“Chapter 3: Recalling Your Dreams (page 31) At one point, when I was working especially intently with my dreams for a particular project, I was recalling an average of fifteen dreams every morning. That's extreme and I don't normally come anywhere close to that, but it shows you what's possible. Dream recall is essential to studying your dream patterns. After all, how can you identify a pattern if you can't find the pieces making up that pattern? Regardless, remembering at least one dream each morning will be sufficient.”

“Chapter 4,‘Organised abuse and the pleasures of disbelief’, uses Zizek’s (1991) insights into cite political role of enjoyment to analyse the hyperbole and scorn that has characterised the sceptical account of organised and ritualistic abuse. The central argument of this chapter is that organised abuse has come to public attention primarily as a subject of ridicule within the highly partisan writings of journalists, academics and activists aligned with advocacy groups for people accused of sexual abuse. Whilst highlighting the pervasive misrepresentations that characterise these accounts, the chapter also implicates media consumers in the production of ignorance and disdain in relation to organised abuse and women’s and children’s accounts of sexual abuse more generally.”

“Chapter 4: Recording Your Dreams (page 42) Write titles that will help you to quickly recall the dream or determine its main theme. You needn't confine your journaling to words, at least if you hand-write your dreams. Draw maps of the setting or pictures of important images from your dreams. Not every dream will necessarily have something worth drawing. Maybe most of your dreams won't. But, sometimes, you can more clearly communicate the appearance of something meaningful by drawing it rather than writing about it.”

“Chapter 5: What Dreams Are Made Of (page 51) Many years later, I read about the phenomenon of hypnopompic sleep paralysis. This phenomenon is rare, but many people have experienced it once or twice in their lives. And a very few people are tortured by it nightly. I have known several people to mention such experiences, all of them expressing the same fearful elements of the phenomenon. We can awaken so abruptly from REM sleep that our natural bodily paralysis hasn't yet had time to wear off. It can take some moments before full bodily movement is regained.”

“Chapter 5: What Dreams Are Made Of (page 66) Lucid dreaming can provide much joy and even serve as an aid for your waking life — such as preparing for athletic or business events — or even in your spiritual life. But lucid dreams are not meaningful for the limited purpose of interpretation. While you will certainly record your lucid dreams in your journal, you will not include them in your analysis of dream patterns. But you must first recognize your lucid dreams and false awakenings so that you do not include them in your analysis. Fortunately, they are easy to recognize. Keep your eyes open for them and have fun when you do realize you're dreaming. The more you work with your dreams in general, the more likely you are to have lucid dreams.”

“Chapter 5: What Dreams Are Made Of (pages 60-61) These toilets were odd because they were dream toilets and dreams are weird. My consciousness tried to make sense of their strangeness. That's all. My awareness led me to make changes to the dream. Would the dream, the one with symbolic meaning that represents something I need to learn about myself, have gone in the direction of a search for a working toilet if it hadn't been for either the need to urinate or the intrusion of my consciousness? Probably not. Does the confusion itself have any meaning? Again, probably not. So don't get hung up on trying to interpret the meaning of so many dreams in which you are confused. It doesn't necessarily reflect, as an example, confusion during your waking life. Examine the source of the confusion in your dreams to see if you can identify the intrusion of your conscious mind into your dreams. If so, then make a note of it in your journal after the entry for that dream.”

“Chapter 6: The Dream Report (page 75) Studying your dreams requires more than recording them and thinking about them in isolation each morning. You must return to them days, weeks, or even years later and think about your dreams in relation to one another. It is through this periodic review of dreams that you will find the patterns in them. It is these patterns that are the meaningful parts of most of your dreams. It is these patterns that reveal the unseen patterns of your waking life. Once revealed, you will then work to change your unhelpful patterns.”

“Chapter 6: The Dream Report (page 76) As you review your dreams, think about our six questions: who, what, where, when, why, and how? Who appears in your dreams? What appears in your dreams? What objects, feelings, and actions? Where do your dreams take place? When do these dreams take place? Night time? Winter? In your childhood? In the distant future? For why, consider the motivations of the characters and their goals. How are things done in your dreams? Are they done the same way as in waking life? Or is there something strange about it? Don't just think about the answers to these; organize them, write them down, be systematic.”

“Chapter 7: Finding your Dream Pattern (page 98) When you first read the phrase "dream patterns" you may have thought of recurring dreams. Recurring dreams certain represent a dream pattern, but they are a special category of them. Usually dream patterns are the repetition of particular clusters of dream images or themes. Recurring dreams, however, are dreams that occur over and over the same way, perhaps even identically.”

“Chapter 8: Breaking and Making your Patterns (page 105) Often, simply acknowledging an undesirable pattern in your waking life isn't enough. You may have to work to replace that pattern. As you do so, you will find confirmation of your efforts in your dreams. As you replace the waking-life patterns, the dream patterns will dissolve.”

“Chapter 8: Breaking and Making your Patterns (pages 109-110) As you become more mindful and self-aware, you will be better able to penetrate the waking-life patterns that your dreams are pointing to. Moreover, you will start to become more aware of the deep source of your patterns. With awareness comes the ability to accept those patterns, determine whether they're helpful or not and, if not, to let them go. As you do so, write down all of your observations about yourself and your dream patterns. Write up your interpretations of your dream patterns in your dream journal. Write about the waking-life patterns they represent. Note your efforts to change your waking-life patterns and how those changes affect your life. And, of course, identify and discuss changes in your dream patterns as a result of the changes in your waking-life patterns.”

“Chapter 8: Breaking and Making your Patterns (pages 111-112) Take Action Answer the following questions in your dream journal. They will help you analyze your dream patterns and your waking-life patterns. 1. Briefly describe one of the dream patterns you've recognized. It may be the same you recognized in the workbook for the previous chapter. 2. Link the above dream pattern to a waking-life pattern. If you're unsure of the link, identify several possible links. Describe the waking-life pattern(s) in your dream journal. 3. Consider how you might work to change an undesirable waking-life pattern. Take some notes on how you might recognize, acknowledge, and let go of the pattern. 4. As you work on that pattern, write some notes in your journal on your efforts. Are you able to recognize, acknowledge, and let go of the waking-life pattern? How is this affecting your life? How is it affecting your dreams? 5. Develop a daily meditation, mindfulness, or qigong practice to help you cultivate the self-awareness necessary for recognizing and letting go of your waking-life patterns.”

“Chapter 8: Genesis 45 1 And Yosef (Joseph) could not control himself for all the posted-persons upon him, and [he] called [out], “Remove every man from upon me!” And a man did not stand with him in the confessing of Yosef (Joseph) to his brothers. 2 And [he] gave his voice in crying, and [they] heard – [all of] Mitzraim (Egypt) – and the house of Pharaoh heard. 3 And Yosef (Joseph) said to his brothers, “I [am] Yosef! Does my father still live?!” And his brothers could not answer him because [they] were terrified from his face.”

“Chapter Five: Elvi A few decades earlier and about two hundred thousand trillion kilometers from where she currently sat, a tiny node of active protomolecule in a biological matrix had entered the orbit of a planet called Ilus, hitchhiking on the gunship Rocinante. As the uncanny semisentient intelligence of the protomolecule tried to make contact with other nodes in the gate builders’ long-dead empire, it woke up mechanisms that had been dormant for millions—or even billions—of years. The end result had been an ancient factory returning to life, a massive robot attack, the melting of one artificial moon, and the detonation of a power plant that nearly cracked the planet in two. All in all, a really shitty experience. So when Elvi’s team took the catalyst out of isolation in unexplored systems to do a similar if slightly better-controlled reaching out to the artifacts and remains (..) Tiamat's Wrath”

“Chapter Nineteen: Elvi “That star wasn’t natural, it was created. And it was created from a system that looked like Sol. It was manufactured and it was pointed at the ring gate. They aimed it like tying a shotgun trigger to a doorknob. Our bomb ship did something to activate it. Maybe it got something to come look at us, and that’s what set it off. I don’t know. But it was built to be a booby trap.” Tiamat's Wrath”

“Chapter One: Faith & Tawakkul “And whosoever puts their trust in Allah, then He will suffice him.” (Qur’an 65:3) Quote Reflection When I read this verse, my heart feels at ease. How many times have we carried worries, thinking we must solve everything alone? Allah promises us here that if we just place our trust in Him, He will take care of us. Dear reader, let this verse remind you today you don’t have to control everything. Hand your worries to Allah and watch how He opens doors you never imagined.”

“Chapter One of My Life. I walk down the street. There's a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost. I am helpless. It isn't my fault. It still takes forever to find a way out. Chapter Two. I walk down the same street. There's a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I'm in the same place! But it isn't my fault. And it still takes a long time to get out. Chapter Three. I walk down the same street. There's a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it there. I still fall in. It's a habit! My eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately. Chapter Four. I walk down the same street. There's a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it. Chapter Five. I walk down a different street.”

“Chapter One: The Dawn and the Dread Heartbeat, heartbeat comes from Valhallan way, To meet down in judgment, to ply its trade. Two →swords← to join in worthy cross, Actions to be rendered, one to be lost. She did come now from ’yond northern slope, A day of reckoning did she again once hope. A devout meeting was her qwesterly bane, To stay her hand was to go insane. St. Kari of the Blade to meet her past, A wicked enemy, peerless of match. Rode Kari she her charger on down, Past the Dead Land where Gaul sat crowned. A killing job, yea, she desired to lastly kill, To set things right so her heart might lie still. Upon the mist and roaring plain, She entered in, a soul uncontained. A fierce wind in deed, and forever freed, Enemies she annihilhates (’tis hur’ creed). Her own advanced guard of a sort, Multitudes to follow in her report. Know this Valkyrie from on cold, An ancient maiden soft and bold. A warrior spirit from Ages past, A fragmented mind like broken glass. Solid in stature this eternal framed being, Yet crippled within from internaled bleedings. A sword saint so refined in the poetic art, A noble character yet with a banshee’s heart. Rhythmed horse now to the beats, Kari emboldened amid the sleet. Beyond the mountain she does come, Unto southern fields wherein rules hot sun. Far from that murderous Deadlands ground, The land up swells; the dead still abound. Traverses she those bygones of leprous civilizations Those cities crumbled by the exhalted of oblivions. Stark traces etched now bare in the land, That are no more again, save dust in the hand. A cool stream now in desert sans (Does more good when one is damned). Stopped she her mount to admire the flow, A lovely stream with skeletons packed below. Blue air whisps; dragon flied motion. Flintsteel striking!!! Sparked of commotion. Cold water chortles rushtish with tint, Told of past carnage, it whetted her glint. Fallen warriors, they are no more, Swirls and eddies mark their discord. Gurgled shouts slung and gathered, Faces glazed while steel lathered. Refreshing though it was to her mouth, She smelled an air; she flared about. Came up that ridge of loud, sanded hill, Below a man and his half-score of kills. Kari’s eyes waxed in smug contempt, Possibilities ran deep with no repent . . . On Kari, Valkyrie, Cold Steel Eternity Vol. II”

“Chapter One. The Bride." He held up the book then. "I'm reading it to you for relax." He practically shoved the book in my face. "By S. Morgenstern. Great Florinese writer. The Princess Bride. He too came to America. S. Morgenstern. Dead now in New York. The English is his own. He spoke eight tongues." Here my father put down the book and held up all his fingers. "Eight. Once in Florin City...”

“Chapter Six: Mistress of Red From underneath from hellish bowels, She lives the torment she shrieks and howls. A damned flame of volcanic intent, Seeks a city where her hatred may vent. Underneath the bow of vaulted earth, This spirit breaks from infernoed perch. Circles the span of inward woe, From beneath the caverns does she go. She seeks the city she may destroy, To lie in ruins for her ploy. From lofty plume of sordid ash, She delights to see her cuts and gash. Vulcania Draconis, spirit of bitter ’ire, Rings the earth with her dredful fires. Horrendous demon from Vulcan’s forge, Lays waste to the earth, her inhabitants engorged. Mighty Pompeii knew her ways, Scoffed at her threats and would not pay. In vindiction’s rage hissed she their doom, Cast them alive within their tombs. And Krakatoa and Mycenae, They would not yield, she laid them waste. An extortioness, royal supreme, To conquer or destroy, her consummate dream. How this evil one sets her pace, Rings sweet earth in her death’s nec-lace. Far from below she blasts her smoke, To cover their eyes until they choke. At her command cities fall and swell, Earthquake, tidal wave, gives masses to hell. This spirit from the blackest pit, Broods deep on those she kiss. She comes to seek those to enslave, To fuel her bowels, her booty in trade. The pride and ruination of nations and men, Seeks souls and bodies to ambition her ends. Now this licking creature of red-hot glow, Sends her heat to make fumerals. Damns the many and damns the one, As empires burn when her rage is done. A vengeful spirit, Draconis is, Smiles so pleasant as victims drop in. Opens her shotted eyes in mirth, To hear the screams of their heated death lurch. This diabolic holds much potent sway, Seeks for victims as ground gives way. She holds the riddle to the land, And holds it she must for her time is at hand. Had learned she now that Kari had come, That timeless conflict again begun. “Never did I see one I could not coerce, But now a convolcation of power, a tour de force.” Suppressed regret ruminated throughout, Yet shreds of fear left no doubt. “I will finish what was started here in mmy land, Beyond records treatise once we did stand. Past all memories, hmm, even so, Before myth began and Rome’s trumpets blowed. I will shatter her like earthenware because I mmust, She tasks mme this creature, mmy hate it is just. Wounded mme she did, her preysence calls, If nothing else, ha I will hurt her if I faullt.” On Vulcania Draconis, Kari's Diabolical Enemy Cold Steel Eternity Vol. ii”

“Chapter XIII "The Present Flame" The blunders I made have been etched on my sense over and over again, and have oftentimes blamed myself. Urge to wrap my face with embarrassment. Anything favorable, put into my mind is enfold and it is still thwarted by a pessimistic viewpoint. Moreover been imprisoned here in my cabin for one year. I like to always lie down extremely when the environment is cold. I invariably fall over senseless and that is one of the things that makes me delighted every day. I can blast. But I ain't a hero who saves the needy or battles harm humans.”