I’m with a group of people and some teacher. There’s a young blonde woman talking to the teacher and I’m sitting close by listening. He’s asking her about dates for birth, time of birth, and something else. The teacher tells me to give them the information so I close my eyes and say, “Aug 24th or 25th, at either 5:16am or 6:16am.” There’s a shiver that comes over my body and when I open my eyes, the woman is looking at me with a look of shock on her face.
I’m walking along the rim of a large chasm or valley. I’m looking at the water far below and asking someone if we should put in a diving board. Suddenly, I’m in a house with Dave and a mini Dave, and his parents. His dad is telling me that he needs healing work done that I’m agreeing to, as I look out the window at two men and a kid playing out by the riverside. We walk out of the house and I end up getting stickers in my socks so I need to sit on a bench to pull them out before I put on my boots. Mini Dave is talking to me and I have a dream within a dream of some kid in colored darkness and I’m telling the Daves about it.
Thoughts: Both dreams seems to have healing stuff in them. The Wind Cries Mary was running thru my head.
I’m at Greg’s and his place is like it is now but much larger and you have to take a set of stairs to get into it. There’s a bed there that’s unmade and I really want to make it but there are other people there and we’re talking. Greg gets over to it and makes part of it. I’m talking to Sonjue and she’s telling me that she has this pain and points to the region around the duodenum. I tell her is sounds like the ACI and she agrees. I tell her that she should schedule a BodyTalk session with me and again she agrees. I start to leave and head down the stairs. I end up on a bicycle with another person whom I don’t really see but I know is there. It’s a black female that I believe is riding on the handlebars. As we’re riding thru the parking lot, there’s a black man and a white man walking toward us. The white man is carrying a case that looks like a musical instrument case and it’s covered with stickers. As we pass them, I here the white man say he’s going to get them a bicycle. As I reach the driveway and start onto the street, he runs over and attacks me. There’s no way to outrun him but I’m able to fend him off long enough to ride away down the hill of the street. I haven’t had a chance to look at a map to see where I’m going and I think I’m supposed to be headed toward the Pedal Shop. To escape, I just ride in the best possible direction on this downhill street to get away. The hill is exhilarating tho. I’m loving riding down this hill at fast speed ‘cos it’s really long and there’s little traffic, and I make all the lights. I’m thinking it’s worth except that by the time we come to the end of hill, we’re up near Ventura in this part of Dreamland, near the theatres. We stop and look at the GPS and realize we’re way far from where we need to be so we turn right and start walking toward and industrial area. We’re just talking and deciding how we’re going to navigate the industrial area.
Thoughts: This part of Dreamland comes up quite a bit but now two parts have merged into one dream. One is the Ventura Blvd area and the other is the Vineland/Lankershim area. Greg’s place was really different but had the same lofty elements. I got away from the attacker this time and he was white instead of black. Does this mean I’m getting better with this block? Also, the ride downhill was like a reward. And… this time, I’m on the bicycle and he’s not. I don’t know what an ACI is.
I’m walking around a city and I can’t tell if it’s the edge of morning or night, but it’s very dimly lit. I’m on foot and heading toward a home that’s not mine. When I get there, I realize that I don’t want to go in so I continue walking. I’m really enjoying myself. Then I start to skip but in a most strange fashion. I’m swinging my legs way out in a large circle, then bring the foot behind the other but bouncing forward at the same time. I realize this probably looks strange but I like it and I don’t care. I’m getting close to a school as I travel down the sidewalk, and I see a boy on a bicycle coming toward me. It’s a blue Schwinn bicycle. The boy is probably 12, he’s thin and black. I move a bit to the side so he can pass but as he’s about to pass me, he jumps off his bike with a growl and lurches to attack me. I project my left arm in an attempt to strike him and wake up.
I’m in a very large building that’s housing hundreds of students of all different ages. There are continual classes going on and people are getting together to learn all kinds of things. There’s a scientific group that’s studying fish and when they’re done, they cook all these different fish in different ways and you can go eat them. There are groups of gay men there and I befriend one of them but when I want to talk to him, I come across a polyamorous group playing. I continue walking around and there is a group of girls that want to talk with me. Looking around, everything is so colourful and vibrant. Personalities, clothing, objects, everything has a liveliness to it. I’m considering my place in this environment. Does it suit me, do I fit in? The girls, I realize are hitting on my until I finally tell one of them that I’m gay. They’re really disappointed, but it explains things for them. I think a couple of them don’t care and continue flirting with me.
Thoughts: Another black boy on a bicycle… it’s like they’re guardians of something. When I start to make my own decisions, they pop up and scare me awake.
I wrote down a couple fragments in the middle of the night. One was of Kevin at an apartment. Something about a place to sleep with women at church and a large corrugated metal covered sliding door. Then something about someone calling April to jump over a wire fence.
Thoughts: Both had to do with church, and the fence is probably April’s croning.
DurhamsMarch 22nd, 2015
I’m in a bar/casino, trying to sit on a barstool whose hydraulic post is not longer working so when I try to sit on it, it collapses and I end up sinking to the floor. I get the situation worked out and I have a pack of Durham cloves that I set on the bar next to me. A guy comes up and asks if he can have a cigarette. I warn him that these are cloves and they’re very strong. He takes one and leaves and I set the pack back on the bar. The place is starting to get really crowded and I suddenly get the feeling that someone wants to take my pack which is sitting slightly behind me. I look and it’s still there. I see the manager and waitress come by and get the feeling again. I look back to find they’re missing. I stand up and search around, mentioning to the guy next to me that my cigarettes are missing, and looking at the manager and waitress to see if they picked them up thinking they were empty. No luck. I look down on the floor and see an Marlboro box but no Durhams. I’m upset.
I was walking along the hall by some restaurants on a cruise ship. I had stopped near a Chinese restaurant and this Chinese woman asked me to donate something I had for a magic trick she was going to do that involved cutting her in half. I wasn’t really interested in participating in this but I did get a plate of Chinese food that I was sure had MSG in it. She finally went away for something so I took off. I noticed Marcel somewhere as I was walking but decided it wasn’t worth the time to stop and talk to him. Then I ran into Candice who I used to work with at Y! She wanted to tell me something about something we’d talked about earlier. She asked me if I’d join her at lunch with some other people and said there were good natural foods there. I really was on my way to the stateroom to go do the bathroom but was considering the idea when I finished.
I’m observing a conversation between a space ship’s captain and a man. The captain reminds me a lot of Kara Thrace. She’s talking and emoting heavily about taking her transport ship through some galaxy and there was some problem with their oxygen system and they wouldn’t have enough to get the entire crew to their destination. The crew drew lots to see who would be executed by the captain to preserve the oxygen onboard. Somehow, they were able to calculate when they might have to eliminate someone to preserve the oxygen until the ship got to it’s destination. They had put out a distress call but no one had answered. I’m not sure if they made it to their destination yet. I think someone finally answered the distress. The captain was lamenting having to kill her chief officer due to the lot he drew.
I’m on a hillside at dusk with a lot of people, probably 40-50. We’re moving camp I guess, because I think there’s some threat possibly? Someone that I’m with is also a person of authority and he tells me that the hibiscus that’s growing on the hillside needs to be moved to get a little bit of shade on the roots because the direct sunlight is too harsh for it. He shows me by replanting one in a cluster of rocks.
Thoughts: Another Kara Thrace… interesting. Makes for a good sci-fi story.
I walked into a room and a I think Sandra was teaching. I had a bunch of yellow flowers in my hand. The teacher asked everyone to pick up a drum or rattle and sit down. We were going to sing a song to Kindra. She asked me to be the vocal lead. The rhythm was a polka with two backbeat hits every other time and the end of every measure, I would say, “Oh Kindra.” She really wanted me to ham it up. It was pretty fun. I did a wipeout Beach Boys Kindra, a Bella Lugosi Kindra, etc. I think Kindra was a young woman that was there.
I’m at Andy’s and I’m looking for a dress to wear. I’m picking thru her wardrobe and I come across some that looks good while I’m seeing a picture of Andy tho I notice that she has a different complexion with freckles. I put on a dress and I too have freckles, especially on my chest, and my skin tone is really light. Next thing I know, I’m at a restaurant and it’s a Tuesday night. I really want to dance but there’s not dancing going on tonight so I walk out wondering where else I can go. I catch a reflection of myself and I’m wearing pumps and have a purse.
I’m by a river or on a old river bank, and there’s a guy that I’m worried is going to get out of hand. I telepathically call on an asian woman whom I know has a deep relationship with a faery. I know that she can help me with this man, so I’m waiting for her to come.
Thoughts: I can’t recall ever being a woman in a dream before. It makes me wonder if this was a past life thing since the picture of Andy was different than I know her to look like. The other dream was a lot like True Blood.
I show up at a sundance and the only person that I see or make a connection with is the medicine man or the intercessor, I’m not sure. But, I dance the whole day by myself and when the day’s over, I get in my car and leave, although it seems that I forget something and have to go back. I’m not worried about dancing the other days.
I’m singing Father and Son by a river. There’s a drunk guy there in a big gold Cadillac.
I’m with these two girls who take me to an astral projection school. It’s a pretty campus and the area that I’m taken to has free food, lots of seating, and lots of students around. Everyone is young, no one older than 30. There’s some discussion of techniques but I don’t recall the details.
I’m with the girls from the previous dream and this guy in his 40’s, blonde, muscular, tan, seemed northern European, and was a skilled astral projection teacher. Mel was with us. One of the teachers of the school was excited to have him there and wanted him to come in and teach. We were hoping he would do some work with us for free ‘cos he was a friend of the girls and we didn’t have money to spend. He was making us some sort of offer and we wanted him to make it better since there was this teaching opportunity for him and we were going to get him paid for it.