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Facial Hair Art, Motel Hell, Reading ContraptionMarch 2nd, 2015

This guy realized that when he died, he could reincarnate as a piece of art work that would bring closure to someone else’s grief. He came back as a coloured mustache. It was gray, red, blue, and yellow and it was exactly what a man and a gallery needed. I saw the series of different facial hair arrangements and they were really cool. Beards, Van Dykes, soul patches, mustaches, all thick and overly stylized. They were made from real hair I think, then died and arranged on a board behind glass, in a frame. I think some of them were made from wire that was treated so that it turned into interesting colours.

I was leading a group of guys into a place I had worked in the past. We were in need of a place to have a gathering of people. This was a motel called Motel Hell. It was old, decrepit, and seedy. We walked thru to get somewhere else and it was strange that I even made the suggestion, and they weren’t too interested. We went by a park and there was a transformation of some sort, but I can’t seem to latch onto it now.

I was in a class taking place in a large room with really high ceilings. Karen was teacher’s assistant. I had asked a question about two teachers who were being used as an example for a point the teacher was trying to make. She decided to take a break and pulled out a book that had the info I needed for my question but only showed me from far away. When I got to the book, she handed it to me without holding the page for me so when I got the book, I ended up leafing back and forth continually but couldn’t find the page myself. Karen came up to help me, but ended up giving me this strange electronic reading contraption to take back to me seat. It was at this point that I noticed the people dropping out of the ceiling on long ropes of cloth. The were spinning and when they retracted into the ceiling, gave the appearance of screws rotating into holes. I have no idea if it was just entertainment or what else. I went back to my seat but was having a difficult time figuring out this reading contraption and was wondering why it was so difficult to get the info I was looking for.

Beach Cliff, Destitute CityMarch 1st, 2015

I was on a beach where the ocean water was a beautiful turquoise blue and very calm. I swam around a large rock, out into the ocean and then back to the shore. The beach was bordered with a large cliff and I want to leave so I started climbing the cliff wall on a climbing trail. When I got to the top, the cliff face was angled outward and seemed a little daunting to climb up over the ledge and required me to hang on and pull myself up. I was a little worried, but I was more worried about the two guys that were behind me. They were bigger and heavier than I was and I wondered if I would be able to help them without endangering myself.

I was in a large city that I’ve been in before in dreamland, where it’s over-populated, there’s much destitution, and much crime. Unfortunately, I didn’t write this dream down fast enough and lost what happened, but I do recall being in fear of crime, and concerned how I was going to take care of myself and make a living.

Sex on the Beach, Bi CopFebruary 28th, 2015

I was making love with a beautiful woman on a private beach. We were laying in the sand and I was slowly removing all her clothing which was skin tight beach wear, and seemed to have a lot of hidden zippers that I was navigating. The house that was nearby was very large and I would use it in the next dream.

I went thru a number club scenes and other things that were just a flash. Eventually, I was in the top of this house in the bedroom. It was about 3 stories tall and I was looking down over a beautiful beach. A young man with dark skin and curly dark brown hair came in and we were talking about the guy who owned the house who I had been hanging out with, who was very friendly with the men, blond, young, handsome. The man with curly hair explained to me that the blond was a cop, and he was bi-sexual, and trying to be very secret about it.

Underwear, Car Chase, Asian Lover, OfficeFebruary 26th, 2015

Dream #1 – I guess I was in a trailer and I was standing there in a pair of briefs and a t-shirt. I was with Dave and Stuart, the guys working on my house now. It was dark and I rubbed up against something and got food on my underwear, so I took them off and rinsed them off. I didn’t think anyone would even notice. However, someone did see me and took a picture and posted it online. Location: unknown

Dream #2 – I was at some sort of market and group of stores that reminded me of Puerto Vallarta. Mel wanted a battery for something. I had to climb over this large counter to get to the other side of a store to get on the opposite street, to get to a store that had batteries. I got there but ended up in a car with two cops driving down the road, being chased by another car. When we finally stopped, these two women got out of the other car and one walked up to the cops. The cop shot her and it pissed me off so I ran into a large river bed and a search party came looking for me. I found a place that looked like a good location to veer off the trail and got to higher ground but they were right behind me and found me. I guess I was a fellow cop so they didn’t know exactly what to do with me once they found me. I grabbed one by the neck ‘cos I was so angry with what happened, but I let go ‘cos I didn’t really want to hurt anyone. The cop who shot the girl finally showed up and I was really angry with him, but again, no one knew what to do to resolve the situation. Location unknown.

Dream #3 – I had a young asian man as a lover. He had a beard, but he walked up to me and he had shaved half of it. I wondered what he was doing and he said he wanted to see what he looked like without it compared to with it… but he ended up shaving it all off anyhow. I got this incredibly insecure feeling that I’d given up another relationship to be in one that was very uncertain and wondered if I’d made the right decision. Location: unknown

Dream #4 – I was sitting in my office (but it wasn’t an office I’d ever seen before, technically). These two women and 2 girls came in to bring another girl to see the psychologist next door. After the girl entered the psychologist’s office, the women and the other two girls came into mine and made themselves at home. I was like, “WTF?” One grabbed some paper from my printer and I looked at her and said, “You know, this is my office.” She replied, “Yeah… but her best friend just died.” I’m like, “Ok, but I’d still like you to leave my office.” They got up and left. The interesting thing was that I woke up and wondered why I just go into work at that office rather than work out of my home; it felt that real. Location: unknown

Players: Dave and Stuart (workers), Mel, cops, asian man, two women and 3 girls
Thoughts: I remember thinking I could hide but I couldn’t. The young asian lover is really strange ‘cos it’s not anything I would conceive of. It was interesting that I wouldn’t let the woman derail my need to have her out of my office. She seemed so snide about the fact that I should be compassionate, and I was like, uh uh…

Ancient TempleFebruary 25th, 2015

I’m in a temple. It seems incredibly ancient and there are a lot of people sitting around inside the temple. I get the feeling there’s an over-population problem or something ‘cos there are SO many people. There’s a man sitting against a wall who appears to be a blacksmith of some sort. In front of him is a fire with a large stone over it and he’s stoking it with a long metal rod. There’s a girl with him who looks to be a young teen. I approach with someone else, a woman I believe. We give the teen girl a large seed that reminds me of a rudraksha seed. She takes it a places it in front of the man on the stone over the fire. He starts to move it about with his metal rod and it starts turning to silver and spreading on the stone, creating a beautiful pattern, like a metal slapdash, inverted. He looks at us with astonishment and claims that we’ve been given authority to have a child. It seems this is an incredibly rare occurrence and quickly everybody knows that it’s happened and we’re the ones that did it. Another woman and his boy who looks like he may be a small man come up to the blacksmith and tell him they want the mold but he can’t give it to them. The boy/man pulls out a gun and shoots the man in the mouth. It seems that this whole process is fraught with conniving and fear and manipulation, but there’s some beauty in it. We’re given this ginger drink to consecrate the experience and we’re drinking it together when I wake up.

Thoughts: It seemed that having a child was a privilege but I’m not sure what prompted this dream or what the child is. Something new that I’ve cultivated in myself maybe with the astral projection process?

VBScript, WeldingJanuary 30th, 2015

I was talking with a guy about the DOM and some of the tools that Microsoft had come out with early on in web development. I was telling him that I’d been out of programming for a long time and didn’t really remember much. I explained that these tools I had allowed me to look into the DOM long before Firefox and Chrome had it built into the browser and he was intrigued about the history of all that. He told me that he was working with VBScript and I said that it wasn’t something I was used to writing in. He was pulling some code together for a project and he wanted me to look at it to see if I could read it. I thought that would be interesting but the dream changed before I had a chance to.

When the dream changed, I ended up at the base of a large building under construction. There was a welding problem that couldn’t be overcome. I can’t recall exactly what it was, but I solved the problem. It was the middle of the night when this was going on and it was a time sensitive problem because one of the investors was coming in the morning. I also had a huge fast food cup the size of a large vat, complete with a lid and straw that I was drinking out of. In the morning when the investor came, they showed him around and made reference to the obstacles that we were overcoming. I remember picking up this huge cup and drinking out of it in front of some woman that was there.

Events: Talking with guy about programming, fixing problem on building, drinking out of huge cup.
Players: Me, programming guy, foreman, investor, woman
Thoughts: The big cup is like a toast to hard work. Maybe because of the meeting I had yesterday with UCM.

Bathroom in the HillsJanuary 28th, 2015

I was in a location that I’ve been in dreamland before. It reminds me of the Hollywood Hills. It’s actually a lot like the area along Franklin Blvd. where you’re at the foothills for quite a distance and the roads that go up into the hills are winding. There’s public transportation and a train. I think I even own a house there. Recently in dreamland, there was a bathroom that I needed to stop into. The area is pretty crowded with clubs and bars at night, and bathrooms are hard to find and usually there are lines for them but I know where there’s one that other people don’t know about. This time, I’m up in the hills and I’ve stopped into a different bathroom with Mel. While we’re in there, two other guys walk in. One of them looks really familiar from a long time ago but I can’t place him. He’s washing up from a bike ride or something and they start talking to us. They say that we look familiar. He asks where we were in 1988 but I think he’s joking. However, I ponder this ‘cos I can’t seem to recall where I was. I finally reply that I was doing art. I called it my dark period. They found this really funny and started laughing.

Events: Going into bathroom and talking to guys.
Players: Me, Mel, two guys.
Thoughts: Personal care and hygiene. I think it’s interesting that this location had been in a my dreams quite a bit over the last year. Being the the bathroom is involved, I’m thinking it represents a particular part of my body. But which part?

Kelly’s Looper and MoreJanuary 27th, 2015

I was at a club and Kelly was performing solo. She looked great. She’d grown her hair really long and it was full and beautiful. She was playing a lot of guitar stuff and singing and her equipment setup was pretty sophisticated. She was telling us that this was her first time playing with her looping equipment. She was changing songs and the equipment seemed to die. She couldn’t figure out what was going on. Much of the equipment was wireless, and she asked people in the audience to hold particular pieces so that she could diagnose what was happening. I ended up with the computer or main module that everything else was connected to. She couldn’t figure it out and she was going to abandon using it at all. It reminded me so much of my own wrestling with equipment that would work, then wouldn’t. I felt her frustration. I walked up to the stage and made a couple suggestions on rebooting particular components of the setup to get them online again.

I was in a wet city in the northwest. I was talking to this guy and he was telling me that his mother was going to be performing in a couple of days in the street during some festival or something. I reminded him that I lived in California and that I’d be going home before the. I insisted that he’d have to video and live stream it for me so that I could watch it. I remember looking at my sunglasses and they were really wet from rain.

I was laying in a bed in a room. I was acknowledging how cozy it was. Mel was supposed to be there but he hadn’t come home that night. There was a fireplace in the room built like a brick oven against one wall and behind it were windows. There was gauze blowing in the slight breeze in front of the oven and it looked like the flames from the fire were licking the gauze and I thought it might catch on fire. I got out of bed to check out the fire but it didn’t seem like it was going. I’d wondered if I’d imagined the gauze catching fire.

I was talking to Kirby on the phone. It was his birthday and he was talking a mile a minute tho I can’t remember about what. I also recall walking or riding along a river bed to get back around a mountain.

Events: looping equipment dying, trying to help with it, talking about someone’s mom in a northwest city, laying in bed alone watching fire, talking to Kirby, walking or riding along river bed.
Players: Kelly, Me, guy in city, guy’s mom in city, Kirby
Thoughts: I’ve had a river bed in my dreams lately. Northwest is a direction and one that came up in a BodyTalk Vivaxis formula recently. Two different performers; Kelly and guy’s mom. The idea of equipment failure sucks and I worried about that when I was performing.

Capitola HouseJanuary 26th, 2015

I was standing at the garage door of the house I used to live in in Capitola Village. There was a window in the garage door that wasn’t actually there, and thru it I could see that someone with blonde curly hair was locking me in it. I just happened to know that I’d created a secret door that would take me into a room built into the garage so I wasn’t worried. I stepped thru the secret door, walked thru the room and made my way to the door that exited to the back yard. The yard seemed larger than I remember it and there was a large planter in the center with some plants growing out of it. I turned the corner to where the stairs would’ve been which weren’t there now, and was going to exit the yard and ended up in a garage for the house next door. It was kind of like a converted carport that I never remembered being there. As I walked thru it, I realized that it had windows from their house looking into this carport/garage and there was someone standing nearby tho they weren’t directly facing me. Worried that I’d be seen, I ducked. There were a couple of people there encouraging me to get out but afraid of being seen, I had to ignore their pleading to leave and step closer to the house that I’d come from. I realized that while I was focused on the next door neighbors house and garage, the house I’d originally come from had changed, been updated in a sense. They also had an enclosed carport with windows looking into their house, and their carport was connected to the neighbor’s. I slipped stealthily closer to their windows and could see that they’d completely redone their kitchen with new dark wood cabinets. It looked really nice, but I still wasn’t sure how to get out of there. Suddenly, the man of the house came walking toward the door that divided the kitchen from the carport. He had a large grey dog with him. There was absolutely nowhere to go. He came out the door with the dog and the dog immediately came over to me. Being the dog lover that I am, I immediately made friends with the dog and told the man, “I’m really sorry that I’m here in your garage but I think I must be bi-locating. This woke me up ‘cos I had to pee. Lovely… I tried to go back into the dream after my bathroom break and I was mildly successful, but everything was very fragmented. It had something to do with the people that were outside of the garage and a kitchen. I recall seeing lots of metal like a sink, industrial sprayer, counters, etc., but that’s all I can remember.

Players: Me, guy who locked me in, people outside garage, person inside next door neighbor’s house, man in house, dog
Events: Locked in garage, escape to back yard, hiding in neighbor’s garage, found by man in his garage, dog
Thoughts: Bi-location is interested. This was kind of a lucid dream. I overcame my fear.

Rabbit Figurine, StingJanuary 24th, 2015

I was sitting in a class. I know that I was far away from home. The teacher gave me a box as he had given something to everyone. When I opened my box, there was a ceramic or porcelain figurine of a rabbit. Someone sitting close to me asked if I wanted to trade my small figure for one that was about a foot tall and I said, “No, there would be no way I could take this on the plane.”

I was walking with Sting along some sort of river ravine. You would tell he’d put on a lot of years, but his music was playing in the background somewhere, even tho we were outside somewhere. There were people standing about talking and he was popping in on them to see what they were doing. He was dressed like a cross-country motorcycle or car driver with leathers with patches.

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