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I was reminded of quantum physics, in which split particles or twin particles, whatever they're called, spin in tandem no matter what the difference in distance.
Quantum Entanglement
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quantum_entanglement
A repeating dream theme for me over the past few years or so has been finding myself back in high school again. (Now, before clicking off of this post thinking, "Boooooring!" hang in there....it gets good, with some juicy Noble Realms-level concepts. 
) Not only that, but each and every time it's into the second semester and I realize..........I've forgotten to go to math class all year. !!! I had gone at the beginning of the year, then something went awry and it just....slipped my mind and I stopped going. Haven't turned in any homework, haven't shown up for my tests and quizzes. The mistake/problem has become so big by that point that I don't even want to try to remedy it, it seems beyond my fixing. The level of panic and helplessness can't be described! Total stress moment!
Even more interesting is that "math class" and the big mix up always involves 3rd and 4th period. Some REALLY hazy confusion and mishaps regarding 3rd and 4th period. I went to 3rd when I should have been in 4th, and 4th when I should have gone to 3rd.
Is that a metaphor for 3rd and 4th density? Going to 3rd density when I should be in 4th????
Another added element to the "being back in high school" theme is that I'm running around in the morning in my old house in Connecticut where I grew up, trying to get ready and get out the door so I can catch the bus. Often times I miss it, only to realize.........I have a car. My car, the one I currently own right now in this present, my Mazda Protege. I don't need to ride the bus, I have a car and can take care of myself and drive myself to school. Whew! Busses represent going along with the crowd and life paths, according to dream dictionaries, so "remembering" that I have independent transportation would symbolically represent remembering that I can carve out my own independent niche and don't have to go along with what the rest of the societal herd is doing.
And recently this dream theme has emerged again with a vengence, taking some REALLY interesting twists and turns!
In the latest and greatest version, I was back in high school, a mish mosh of both Connecticut and California, (since I was in CT for 9th and 10th grades and CA for 11th and 12th) and, I hadn't gone to math class for half the year. And even WITH the knowledge that I'd let the ball drop I STILL couldn't get my act together. !!! It was like I was helpless to get myself back on track again, knowing that it was going to cause a major hiccup in my life at the end of the year.........to the point where I wouldn't be able to graduate. which is ANOTHER repeating dream theme often tacked on to these high school dreams. Like all the other dreams, I envisioned all the homework I hadn't turned in, all the tests I hadn't taken, and saw myself cramming at the last minute trying to learn and memorize a bunch of algebra gibberish that I didn't even understand in order to pass. An impossible feat.
So I was fretting and panicking about the situation and how I wasn't going to be able to graduate...........when I realized..............THIS ISN'T REAL.
This isn't real!!!!!!!!!!!! I **DID** already graduate....in 1993!!!!!! In real life!!! I **HAVE** my diploma, hello!!! I graduate 13 years ago and I HAVE my diploma!!!
And that's when I realized/remembered that I was me, at my present age, (31) but for whatever reason had somehow gotten it in my head that I "needed" to go back to high school and do it again. I remembered how after I'd re-inserted myself back into high school I'd gotten so caught up in it all that I'd forgotten that it wasn't real and that I already have my diploma. So there's no need to stress. It isn't real.
And it was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. No more panic, stress or burden. I breathed better, and said, "You know what...I'm not going to class today, because I don't actually HAVE to. And I'm not going to my job either." (I had a job that was connected to the whole "going back" plan, but it wasn't real either.)
So yeah, I'm thinking that this is all a "Big Message" and metaphor for something a lot bigger. If you get my drift.
We incarnated here because we thought we needed to, but we don't have to be here. It's not real. And it's time to wake up to this and get the hell out of Dodge.
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pack the car babe, load up the cat and dog. get the old man up and dressed, dont even lock the door.
nor look back. LET's GO NOW!!!
im LEAVING WITH U GUYSim not gonna make it to 2012
We incarnated here because we thought we needed to, but we don't have to be here. It's not real. And it's time to wake up to this and get the hell out of Dodge.
This Is The Grok
the parasites are terrified of
And That YOUR Higher Self Has Waited Lifetimes
To Hear And Re-Member
It’s What Burns This Concentration Camp From Existence
And Seals This As YOUR Final Lifetime
In The Vortex Of Insanity
Well Done High Mage
The Healing Has Been Accomplished On ALL Levels
The Future Awaits YOUR Return
With More Love And Respect
Than YOU Can Currently Imagine
Aldo, when I read Lyra's dream report earlier for some reason I made mental note that she specifically wrote the brand and type of car she drove. I guess I noticed because it seemed like extra information. That level of detail ultimately had no bearing on the understanding of the dream or about her car's role in it.
Maybe she wrote it subconsciously for you? What's the deal Lyra?!?! 
It's amazing how many synchronicities come about through the interactions on this forum...
Aldo, when I read Lyra's dream report earlier for some reason I made mental note that she specifically wrote the brand and type of car she drove. I guess I noticed because it seemed like extra information. That level of detail ultimately had no bearing on the understanding of the dream or about her car's role in it.
Maybe she wrote it subconsciously for you? What's the deal Lyra?!?!
It's amazing how many synchronicities come about through the interactions on this forum...
Actually, for me there was a (subconscious) reason for mentioning the car brand - it's because I've had four cars total in my life, and the first three were Nissans. In my dreams, past and present typically get mish mashed together - I can be at my present age, but be back in the house I grew up in in Connecticut, and my parents can even be there, and sometimes my brother too, but his age will always vary, and then I'll sometimes even have a car - but not just any car, but my current car, tying things back to the present again. So yeah, big ol' mish mash, which is my subconscious reason for mentioning *which* car I was driving. The Mazda, and not say, one of my past Nissans. Although yeah, for NR readers, I guess it's completely superfluous. oh well. The synchronicity thing with Aldo is interesting though. I once had something similar with NR poster Proto. I'd gone out for a late night walk and smoke and while walking back through the front door, imagined myself in NYC. First I saw myself on an apartment building fire escape, then down on the street, then walking through the streets, hearing sirens passing by and the sound of NYC at night, etc. Then I logged back into NR, and saw that Proto had just posted something to me, and that Proto is from....NYC. ! In a side email, Proto mentioned going for late night walks in the city, so yeah, that was a trip. There have been lots of interesting synchs with other NR members over the past 2 years, and it always amazes me a little.
But that aside, it was quite a revelatory dream. Very eye opening. Leaves me wondering then, if we don't actually have to be here, and we've already graduated sometime in the distant "past," and came back here because we thought we needed to.....then how do we get out?
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We incarnated here because we thought we needed to, but we don't have to be here. It's not real. And it's time to wake up to this and get the hell out of Dodge.
This Is The Grok
the parasites are terrified of
And That YOUR Higher Self Has Waited Lifetimes
To Hear And Re-Member
It’s What Burns This Concentration Camp From Existence
And Seals This As YOUR Final Lifetime
In The Vortex Of Insanity
Well Done High Mage
The Healing Has Been Accomplished On ALL Levels
The Future Awaits YOUR Return
With More Love And Respect
Than YOU Can Currently Imagine
Very nice, SiriArc. 
Thanks for that.
Although yeah, for NR readers, I guess it's completely superfluous.
Um...wow. !!!! MAJOR SYNCH with what you just wrote. Hi, by the way. Anyway, last night, I was really tired but went online to check my email and then went on NR forum to see what's up with everyone here. I got really drowsy and wanted to go to sleep figuring "ahh, I'll just go on tommorow when I'm more rested and not sleepy". So just when I'm about to press "X" on the top right screen, my computer mouse just shifted and pointed at the "dreams" topic. I thought that was weird and thought to myself "hmm, maybe that's a sign to check out the dreams thread. I'm having weird dreams anyway, so who knows, I might learn something". I was tired, whatever and went with it. I clicked on the last page of this thread, page 15 and saw my name mentioned, mixed with synchronicity, the dream subject I was thinking about and realized how amazing my mouse decided at the last moment to just have a life of its own and scroll on its on to this thread! I didn't post right away because I was that tired 
I sometimes think people with similar vibes do that with each other. I get that with my best friend all the time and only recently found out how much she knows about the subjects (reptilians, dimensions, abductions, the movie Dark City, etc) we all talk about on NR. Her excuse was lame, thinking I would think she was weird and since then, our friendship bond strengthened by 1000 percent on top of a strong bond we had to begin with. (btw, I'm trying to get her on NR. She is just an amazing being! ok enough about my life 
..) But whenever I needed an answer to something or curious about anything off the top of my head, I go on the NR forum and BAM! it's being talked about at the same moment. One night, I was thinking about seattle and got home that same night and see a discussion about Seattle. I don't know if I picked up the vibes of what was being discussed since I wasn't thinking about NR or perhaps just thinking about the Space Needle and with its engineering and archeitecture -unsure, but it is what it is.
I'm starting a log book tonight to record my dreams. My dreams are too vivid and colorful, yet I forget them; I hate that. Hopefully it will work out. Do any of you guys have a dream log? Has it helped? These dreams are too good to go unrecorded. It's amazing how little things in our everyday lives are so huge to what's pressing on our minds and hearts in search of answers we need and want to know. It's becoming a knack of mine.
93, Lyra - -
Back to school dreams. Had quite a few, all obviously complex messages as the places and people were mixes that didn't belong to history.
All very seriously taken whilst in them at that. I got folks here now, I'll copy a couple here that I managed to write down in a while.
I always felt those were important, but couldn't make enough of what they meant.
Fan-tastic. I can't find it, so i'll go from memory.
The situation begins with some friends outside my "home" (not really my house, a hybrid location which is common in my dreams). An accord is reached for an improvised get together and I propose some creative activity. I go "home" to this apartment to get some paper and art supplies. I notice a large glass wall that seems to divide one "apartment" from another. People are around a table in the other section and invite me over to socialize. I quickly explain that I have a previous engagement and leave with my treasures.
I reach the place where we are to have some sort of party with rolls of paper in hand. I see one friend there and go to talk to him. At this point some sort of vortex opens up and engulfs me. Green glowing fog and sparkles. When it passes I am no longer where I was, but in a wide room with pilasters in it. Like a factory floor. The pillars are painted in primary colors, different ones each side and with 45° angle widening at base and head. At some long tables strange automotons are working in a very repetitive manner. they are made with shield-shaped (think of badges) bodies in some red resin or fiberglass, with flat heads of the same shape in wrought iron. their arms (nothing is seen below "waist") are wrought iron tubes with spherical joints.
I move down the corridor and come to an elevator. I enter it, compelled by some invisible presence (female, I don't know how I know, there is no "voice" either.)
Once inside I decide "I'm really going on" (?) and press the button. 77 lights up on the red LED readout and I feel heavier. The elevator opens into a pristine, white-plastic-and-chrome 70's idea of a futuristic lab. A strange machine cuts circular and spiral designs on some thick paper, which I have to take, they're my "documents" for this place. A s i proceed down corridors to whatever the destination is, the female presence warns me to be careful, as this teacher is strong and full of useful teachings, but he's also "a schemer"
I arrive in a room in net contrast to the pervious area. Run-down brickwork, raw concrete pilasters ad those described before, but covered with ondulated cardboard in badly-applied dirty primary colors (think cheap tempera). Very bummy place. Others are present, and gather around the "teacher" whos sits, I don't get why, on a colorful playground slide. I approach, climb the slide and appraise the teacher. Mid-to-late 30's. Rascally shoulder length hair dirty-blond to brown, casual dress, clipboard, light eyes. I note with some horror a hole in his tennis shoe that reveals a nasty sore. He asks me something about if I'd be ready to dump certain elements of my life to continue, and I say yes, with some bluster. The dream fogs out after that.
Not the most Back-to-school I've had, but one that really burned itself into my concience because I was sure it wasn't just a dream.
I constantly have those back-to-school dreams where I'm supposed to be enrolled in a class, but find I've forgotten or spaced it out. Then I'm desperately searching for the right classroom, hoping it's not too late and that the teacher won't be too mad. There's always a desperate feeling to it. And just like Lyra experienced, at some point I get confused because I remember I'm an adult-- not a student! That HAS to mean something. I knew that back-to-school dreams, including being late, were common. But that's just too close to a dream I had just a week or two ago. Strange.
I think perhaps the "we've already graduated" idea may have something to do with it. Who knows.
93, psychenauts! (psycho-nauts sounds bad - *wink*)
One back-to school dream that happened after the previous one had me searching the halls of my old high school (in a palladian building in vicenza) trying to find my class.
The usual "I'm late and have no idea what classroom they're in, I don't even know what day of the week it is!"
At one point I find a kindergarten-elementary school age child tied up with red string. yes, string. At this point there's a small girl with me, I think a more materialised version of the presence from the other dream. She "authorises" me to cut the small boy free and we go on searching. The tyke follows us, silently.
I ask her something about him, I don't remember what, and she tells me that I've forgotten to tell him it's safe to talk to us, or he's now allowed to talk to us or something like that and I turn to inform him. The rest of the dream fades out after this.
Something I've noticed is that these dreams, for me, expand on another theme of dream I've had. That is, "getting out of the house/building/complex". Where I try to leave the initial location (indoors or walled open areas) and get stopped by ridiculous factors, to then end the dream. In the school dreams I get "locked out" once I resolve something that should bring me "lessons" or "info".
I have my notes on a couple of these, will write in later after some food.
Anyone have insights on howw to gain more control in these situations, and on how to remember the dreams themselves better? Since I've been keeping a pad and pen by the bed it seems I can't remember dreams at all or very few.
Thanx, all..
Um...wow. !!!! MAJOR SYNCH with what you just wrote. Hi, by the way. Anyway, last night, I was really tired but went online to check my email and then went on NR forum to see what's up with everyone here. I got really drowsy and wanted to go to sleep figuring "ahh, I'll just go on tommorow when I'm more rested and not sleepy". So just when I'm about to press "X" on the top right screen, my computer mouse just shifted and pointed at the "dreams" topic. I thought that was weird and thought to myself "hmm, maybe that's a sign to check out the dreams thread. I'm having weird dreams anyway, so who knows, I might learn something". I was tired, whatever and went with it. I clicked on the last page of this thread, page 15 and saw my name mentioned, mixed with synchronicity, the dream subject I was thinking about and realized how amazing my mouse decided at the last moment to just have a life of its own and scroll on its on to this thread! I didn't post right away because I was that tired
!! I only just saw your post today even though you posted a few days ago. Wow indeed!! The synchs never end at NR!
Two nights ago I had a phrase sung to me by a chorus of children. This happened several times before and the melody serves to help me remember the message later. The exact phrase was:
We are at the verge of retaking control.
I don't have a definite interpretation of what this means, but am guessing it means the tide is turning for the better...
Curiouser and curiouser...
After leaving the posts about dreams on this thread, I was going to the corner supermarket through the playground near my house. A small girl was wandering in the strange, aimless manner that small children engrossed in fantasy tend to. She had black straight hair and bright blue eyes. I had an instant feeling that it was dangerous for her to be out like that alone, though my neighborhood is pretty safe.
She called out to me, "Ciao!" and I did the same.
"Mi chiamo Sofia e ho otto anni, tu quanti anni hai?"
(My name is Sophia and I'm eight years old. How old are you?)
I felt kind of freaked for no good reason, but replied "Oh, i'm 32" and waved and went on. It felt like some kind of synch but I feel I failed to get the message.
I feel like that a lot... 
Her name was Sophia, her number eight. That stuck with me.
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