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13.10.2009 - 2:46 p.m.

dreamt last night that i was flying again, i love flying but it seems that the times spent flying are so few and far between, i could only fly after gaining groundspeed by running along as fast as possible and flapping my arms, maybe my ethereal spirit guide is a swan, that would explain the long run up required to get airborne and my really long neck.

what usually happens is that over the course of the dream i gradually lose my ability to fly and just end up making short powered hops before becoming permantly grounded, this time i could reliably get airborne every time, and i felt like i had massive powerful arms (they're not that bad in reality either), i suppose a bit like the sensation of swimming when you're pushing against something with density.

once up and above the dreamscape, everything is fantastic, swooping, soaring, crapping on cars, normal bird stuff (bird bird, not lipstick and slingbacks bird stuff)

alright, maybe not crapping on cars, but imagine the sense of dirty satisfaction from crapping on people you don't like from a great height and then flapping off into sunset chortling

some people think that flying in dreams is equated with astrally projecting your soul, usually it seems they project themselve to old world native america where bunches of wolves sit on rock outcrops under the full moon, just waiting for an artist to screenprint it onto a t-shirt.

sounds like a load of new-age toss, astral projection is not journeys for the soul it's israeli psy-trance for the mind.

before i leave new-age toss, my cousin in law has recently become a reiki master, i'm not really sure what this means other than charging people �30 an hour to not touch them while playing soft chillout music in the background and burning incense, and they have a little nap and wake up later refreshed and relaxed, my first thought on hearing this was "ok, but i bet he's no good with a lightsabre though"

it's all very well being able to focus the energy-of-the-spheres to realign chakras and harmonise karmic resonance, but if you're just gonna get stuck through the chest with a laser sword before you've even had a chance to de-align your opposition's chakras to death then it all seems bit of a wasted effort, i've also got a trusty blaster, y'know, just in case.

J has reminded me about the placebo effect (or that pill thingy as she put it, i had to call her to check if aforementioned cousin was just a master or a grand master, accuracy counts darlings) i told her that i already know all about the placebo effect as i've been ripping the piss out of religion for years, predictably the religious movement don't like their woo to be labelled as placebo, although i struggle to define it as anything else, maybe less woo and more ominous cult, choose for yourself

unless you're devoutly religious, then have someone else choose for you

unfortunately the next segment of last night involved me not having a ticket for a train journey, i went to see the driver to get a ticket and i had no money so the bastard fined me �1000 and then lent me the �316.40 for the fare on the condition that i pay it back with the fine when we reach london, the state of the british rail system is so depressing, i can't get a break even when i'm asleep. I now don't feel so bad about skipping all those fares on routes into london "no honestly guv'nor (we all talk like that in that there london) i got on at watford junction/harrow/wembly and the ticket office was closed the barriers were open and the automatic ticket machine was broked"

grumpy fuckers, mind you if worked as a ticket inspector on the railways i'd be grumpy too

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