Simpler in the Real World.

My medicine name, though I’m not very medical, is Happy Beaver. I love it; it works on so many levels. I’m currently reading a book about the adventures of a ‘shamanic thrill seeker’ under the tutelage of a shamanic teacher called Raven. Notice they’re never called things like Stiff Mouse, they’re obviously higher up the romantic food chain. Raven knows stuff. He knows about you even when you don’t know it yourself, and so has the incredible facility to tell you what you will know even before you knew it. Anyway this lady has an incredible dream, a lucid dream, where she leaves her body sleeping in her bed and walks into the night. This is where it gets incredible. In this half state of being she is kidnapped along with two other pregnant ladies and driven to a deserted ranch where she finds a room full of kidnapped expectant ladies. Through the power of lucid dreaming she has learnt from Raven she moves to another room full of babies and bats and realises an evil sorcerer is stealing babies to feed to bats that will fly out and do nasty things. Then to escape she becomes paper-thin and passes through a crack in the door using her powers of incredible lucidity. Now back at the motel Raven knows all this before she tells him. He generously awards her a 1:1 draw on account of escaping but not overpowering the evil sorcerer. She is understandably shaken up by this experience and asks if this happening in dreamland or in reality. Raven who knows, knows it is really happening and knows the guy and his whereabouts in Texas. They talk about the sorcerers power and what ceremonies and teachings will be required so that next time she meets him in her lucid dreaming she will be better equipped to overcome his dastardly powers. Now call me an unimaginative realist if you like but wouldn’t shopping him to the FED be a better idea? I mean stealing babies to feed to bats must be illegal in the US surely. It seems not, sorcerers must do things sorceristically. My interpretation, Raven take note, is that this lady, in trying to give birth to a new life for herself, has subconsciously realised her ‘birth’ has been kidnapped by an unpleasant ever-so-plausible know-it-all called Raven. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, dick-head.