Active Futuring

Everyone is welcome to post their dreams in this site's DreamBase.  It's a publicly searchable dream repositor which may be useful for dream and social-conscviousness research.

The National Dream Center is an outgrowth project - a branch of research, if you will - whose roots began growing in 1997 when Clif High of www.halfpasthuman.com evolved a methodology to see into the shared collective future consciousness by measuring shift of language on the internet.

In 2001, he began offering some of his predictive insights on the www.urbansurvival.com web site operated by George Ure.

Over the years, the two have become good friends - due in part to both being able to put an idea on the table - kick it around a bit - and discuss its merits without getting into pride of ownership/hurt feelings; thus a high level of intellectual honesty supported the "web bot project" as Clif's work has come to be known on the net.

This adjunct system operated independently of the Web Bot Project itself was purely George's idea because he's been vexed lately about the close relationship between "dream" in the conventional mass consciousness sense and the lingustic shift's that Clif's work picks up.

The Dream  Center was a kind of 2-beer dream until the night of April 10, 2010, when George had a remarkable dream whose major elements included oil, cutting, murder, oil, a warehouse and a facility called the wall.

Here's that dream as it was posted April 19.

Coping: Irwin Allen’s Dreams

I wish I could figure out what it is in either my diet, exercise, daily activities, or general state of restfulness that sets off what I call my “Irwin Allen Dreams” that I have several times a week.  And who’s Irwin Allen, you’re wondering?  Hand me that Wikipedia, wouldja?

“Irwin Allen (June 12, 1916 – November 2, 1991) was a television and film producer nicknamed “The Master of Disaster” for his work in the disaster film genre. He was also notable for creating a number of television series.”

Some of his credits include the series “Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea” along with “The Time Tunnel”, Code Red” and others.  But on the big screen, he was the genius behind epic films like “The Poseidon Adventure” and “Towering Inferno” which had an amazing cast including Steve McQueen, Paul Newman, Faye Dunaway, Richard Chamberlain, OJ Simpson, Robert Vaughn and event Robert Wagoner.  Quite the flick.

I mention this because I periodically get treated to dreams that are of similar proportion in their (for lack of a better word) epic-ness. 

Last night’s another amazing dream, which will go into my novel.  Yep, everyone’s got at least one good book in their head, and I’ve read enough Alistair MacLean and Louis L’Amour, and Clive Cussler, too, that capturing the dreams is pretty easy and I’m hoping to get the flavor of them right, since on morning’s after a particularly intense dream (sound, colors, smells, tactile sensations and such), that waking up in the here and now is almost like walking into a…well…..movie!

Eventually, I’ll get around to finishing the book – and may publish it as an ebook, since I heard that getting fiction published is akin to winning a progressive slot in Las Vegas, although the odds there are better,.  Besides,  non-fiction is where the money is for writers; something like 95% of the money in book-writing is fact-based, although including political confessionals in the ‘fact-based’ category seems to stretch the definition of nonfiction all out of shape.

But back to my question of the morning:  A couple of nights ago I woke up as Elaine was coming to bed and insisted that she write down the world “faleria”….no…and I was quite insistent about the spelling of this… “falria”.  It was somehow very important, yet at the same time, when I fully awakened, I had no idea why it was so important to capture and bring back over to “this side”

“This side?”

You’ll have to wait for the book, of course, but its working title “Dimension Barrier” hasn’t changed and if you’ve read  L’Amour’s The Haunted Mesa it’s along those lines, except instead of descending into a kiva in forgotten a forgotten Indian holy place (portal to another world) on a desolate mesa in the middle of nowhere (although near the four corners area),  the descent is via vivid dreams.

So far, not much to go on.  My insistent spelling hasn’t turned up much, and the three syllable variants only turn up a plane outside Rome and the first person singular of the Portuguese word “falar” (to chat/converse).

Not sure where this is coming from, spiritual balancing rituals, too much time trying to sort out C.G. Jung’s posthumously published The Red Book, or just if it was nothing more than tryptophan overload from having a turkey on croissant as a light dinner, but if that’s the case, I’ll start eating dried Atlantic cod laced with Parmesan cheese.

Last night’s  “movie” involved a witness to something – some ill doings – in a warehouse which served the (offshore) oil services industry.  A cook who worked on a farthest out oil platform on a formation the industry called “The Wall” was involved and the warehouse was set ablaze to cover a murder.  What was so interesting was that the two perps used two sources of ignition.  One was a syrupy kind of adhesive (semi-clear) and then went back and splashed something like gasoline (or other clear volatile) on top of it.

Wasn’t a scary movie…it was just a movie… but ,real enough that I went through the headlines this morning looking for a warehouse fire.  A series of warehouse fires were fought over the weekend up in the Flint, Michigan area, but no word of any deaths there, and I don’t see how these would be related to an oil services operation or well-drilling, or a cook, so far as I can find.

Might have just been an “Irwin Allen” night at the movies but fascinating, to be sure.

The next evening at about 10 -10:30 PM there was a report of an explosion on an oil rig in the Gulf of Mexico among a series of eep water drilling rigs local supply boat captains call "The Wall".  To date, 11-people were reported killed in the initial explosion and fire and as of this writing, the oil from the well head blow out is expected to begin contaiminating the Atlantic Ocean according to computer models sometime in late August.

This event plus extremely grim linguistics for the November 8-12th period this fall compelled creation of this site in the hopes it might provide additional insight into how dreams tip us off in advance to the future.

While Clif's motto about linguistic shift is "Changes in language precede changes in behavior", George's is non quam obliviscar somnium" - roughly "I shall not forget to dream".