image copyright 2012 DerKlox
back in June 2012 I noticed that, after my dream balconies/elder guide dream, further dreams were being purposefully BLOCKED (or that was my impression), specifically relating to the question of whether or not our dreams were some 'service' we perform for 'those who can't' either on or off world.Dream Blocking happened when I consciously decided to ask the lucid-dream question, "What planet is this?". I just couldn't do it; I could neither get to the lucid dreaming state nor ask the question. There seemed to be NO CONNECTION between my conscious wish to ask the question and my dreaming mind. I'd have dreams but no opportunity to ask the question.
Well, that changed last night and what a stunning reaction...
"What planet is this?" I'd been awoken from a dream at about 1 a.m. and remembered that I still hadn't been able to ask the question. So, I lay there FORCING MYSELF TO RECOGNISE THE DREAMING STATE and ask the question to everybody I met in the dreams to come.
Something very strange happened. I asked the question. And got a PHYSICAL REACTION. I remember a dream, when I used to live in Bournemouth, of a girl coming out of a room and doing something really weird with her face, with the flesh and bones of her face, like a graphic language shifting from letter to letter as her face contorted and distorted. Very weird, made me feel sick.
A similar thing happened last night, when I asked the question, "What planet is this?" the face of the people would shy back from a point in front of their faces (see illo above); the flesh and bone of their face would literally rip back gorily as if trying to avoid a single point of intense anti-gravitational force in front of their nose, before returning to normal.
This happened again and again as I forced myself in lucid-state to continue to ask each and every dream person I met, "What planet is this?" always the same facial anatomy reaction, ripped back like a cored out moon, a 3-dimensional crescent C. Returning to normal.
Then, back on the bend at the bottom end of Elizabeth Road, Haydock, I noticed a rat on the floor and asked a cat about it, and a fox was there too, sniffing the corpse. I asked them both, "What planet is this?" and something very different happened. The Fox stood on his back legs, held out his front right paw and projected a beam of something at the cat. The face of the cat pulled back from his snout in the same manner as the others to whom I'd asked the question.
The Fox then turned his paw on me...
