MaxJune 1st, 2016
I’m playing with lots of little wolves. I’m teaching them to fetch and their parents are amused by the playfulness.
Then, I’m in a house with a large spiral stairwell. I’m a little nervous about being there for some reason. Everything is white with black trim. I step outside and see a large doberman that at first gets me nervous if he doesn’t recognize me so go up to him (all smiles) and say his name, Max. He’s really excited to see me. He has a large piece of rawhide in his mouth that I snatch from him and throw into the pool and he jumps in after it. A peculiar thing about the pool is that it has a black wrought iron fence that divides the pool into two sections. I notice it but can’t figure out why someone would do that to their pool, especially since it appears that it’s easy to just swim underneath it.
I’m in a nice bungalow by a large pool. It has nice furnishings and feels very comfortable. I’m walking around and it’s evening time. The lights are on. I run into a woman who tells me that she’s buying the property. It came suddenly and she was surprised that her offer was accepted because it’s a really expensive property that has 12 bungalows on it. She’s nervous, but I tell her that it wouldn’t have been accepted if it wasn’t meant to be. Then, I’m hearing a drum and Lauri is there singing a sundance song and she’s singing, “Come to me.” I realize the irony of English words in a sundance song but it feels so correct at the time.
I’m talking with a guy on the phone from my apartment. I’m living in a spacious apartment with a couple guys. It’s a bit dingy and somewhat dark. I’m enjoying talking on the phone with the guy as I’m doing something else productive and walking around the apartment. The connection isn’t that great and finally I loose the call. I know that the guy is in another apartment close by so I go over there. I walk in the door and he’s there with others having some sort of dinner get-together. We see each other and he’s pleased to see me. He’s pale complected with sandy blonde curly hair. Nice features. He’s there with a woman with short dark brown hair and another guy who has blondish red curly hair. This man has a dent in his forehead as if someone hit him with a hammer. He’s talking furiously about something and want to show us something. I look around the apartment and realize that it’s much larger than mine but the decor has many old features to show that it hasn’t been upgraded in a long time, but it’s in good condition. The man takes off his clothes and lays down and another man places either a sitar or tambour next to him and starts plucking strings. I watch as the mans skin starts to ascend from the frame of his body onto strings running over him, about 4-5 inches from his body. His skin is literally crawling onto the strings like it’s alive and reaching to become one with the strings. It also looks strange and sinewy, and the color has darkened. When they stop playing the instrument, the skin returns to its natural state. The guy seems to be somewhere between ecstasy and agony. I leave the room and discover another part of the apartment where there’s a green and black party going on. Everyone is dressed in green and black and they’re exchanging presents wrapped in green paper. I’m wondering how many different communities are living here.
I’ve helped to construct a very large framed structure made of iridescent metal polls. The shape of the structure is similar to a Mayan pyramid, half of an octahedron but flat on top, not connecting at a central point. From the centroid is a carabiner that I’ve set up. There’s another man who’s helped to create the structure and he’s looking for the place where he’s going to place his carabiner. We’ve had to work our way toward the top by performing other feats at lower heights, from different cross-beams. This last feat is at the very top.
It’s nighttime and the structure is surrounded by hedges, similar to a labyrinth. There’s a fellow leading a line of men who are dancing in and out of the hedges. The other man tells me that he’s unsure about the medicine of the person leading the dance but I tell him that I believe he has good medicine. His name is Chad. Still, the man has concern because he knows we’re going to be suspended from a very high height and it’s dangerous if Chad’s medicine isn’t strong. I’m supposed to suspend from my back and he’s supposed to suspend from his chest. I tell the other man to follow me, that I can guide him thru the hedges. I start out just as the dance leader comes around a corner and we almost collide because he starts to change his course rather than trust that I’ll be out of his way by the time our paths intersect but he eventually realizes the truth of the situation and is able to adjust his course appropriately. The other man and I continue on our course thru the hedges and finally we arrive at our destination which is out in a field, sitting before a large mound that’s been built over a long period of time, and acting as a divide between where we are and another section of the immense field. It’s now dusk out. There’s a mist in the air and we’re watching this mound change from simply being grass covered, to being covered with thousands of different farming tools, and then being covered with thousands of rifles and machine guns, as if we’re watching a long progression of time made to happen very quickly for our benefit, as if in a movie. Eventually, it disappears altogether. The man I’m with tells me his name is Paul. I tell him that it’s been a pleasure sharing this dream with him. He tells me that there was a woman who had the dream that we’re now in. As he starts to tell me about her dream, the field becomes misty as the sun is rising. There’s a tangible vibration, as if the our everyday waking reality has stepped up in vibratory frequency and there’s a feeling of a beautiful love that’s become the normal baseline vibration for existence. I see three buildings off to my left, one of which is painted royal blue, and I know that this is someone’s home. As Paul tells me of the woman’s dream, I know that her dream has made what is so.
It’s 2 days before Thanksgiving and I’m driving by an airport on my way to meet you at work. There are wild turkeys flying in the sky. I meet Jerry at a very large industrial complex that looks to be a wholesaler to places like Lowe’s and Home Depot. Jerry’s working in plain clothes and wearing all black. We’re trying to talk but coworkers keep interrupting us. Someone has given me a motorcycle, a really nice one. A woman that you work with tells me she has something for me in her trunk so we walk over to her car. She gives me a bag and in it is a really nice black helmet whose visor is shaped like a porthole. Also, there are black leather gloves and jacket. It’s a nice ensemble. Jerry and I go back to talking but this very large gruff man who’s wearing a heavy metal shirt with graphics on it keeps interjecting. He has really long hair tied in a pony tail. We’re looking at each other like, when is this man going to go away?
I’m dreaming it’s birthday. I’m seeing cake and fun party things but there’s a part of me that knows it isn’t really my birthday today and I’m wondering who this new me is.
I’m watching three large balls on a large floor. One is larger and obviously dominating the other two smaller balls that are 1/4 the larger’s size. The larger ball is the size of medicine ball but it bulges at the top and bottom in the same way the earth bulges at the equator. I’m practicing at controlling the orbit of the smaller balls around the larger ball. I’m also controlling the larger ball’s position on the floor. The control is happening with both my mind and a dial in my right hand. It’s very challenging to try to control the orbits because if I use too much effort, I lose control. If I let go control too much, the balls swing out of orbit or hit the bigger ball. Suddenly, one of the smaller balls approaches me and I can see that there’s an eye on it like a camera lens. It stares deep into me and I deep into it. There’s a powerful acknowledgement that we’re looking each other as a rainbow like corona grows around the eye, but I realize that I’m starting to lose the connection. The ball starts to steer away as I wake up.
It’s like a Twilight Zone episode with Jack Kluggman. I’m watching him in this giant tunnel made of Spam. He’s walking thru it while a narrative voice is speaking. I begin to think that this may be an artery or some other tube in the human body, but why would it be made of Spam? Then, I’m standing at a counter in a little kiosk or caravan. A man is showing us that all food is made from Spam, not matter what it looks like. He has a piece of white meat, about the side of a chicken and cuts off a piece. It’s flaky and juicy and he coughs on it. Then he takes a piece and wipes it in some juices and hands it to the guy next to me for him to eat. He claims it’s all made of Spam, and no one would ever know the difference.
I’m at a childhood friend’s house. He tells me he’s going to make popcorn. I’m suddenly riding down the street on a bicycle into a lot of traffic. I realize that there’s way too much traffic in the direction that I’m going resisting my progress so I decide to turn around. I do and get out ahead of the traffic but I’m riding a different bicycle. This bike’s bars are crooked and they’re off center. I stop and make a feeble effort to fix them which doesn’t work, but it’s good enough to get back to my friend’s house. When I get there, it’s Kris’ house. I’m inside and start to tell my friend, which isn’t Kris, about the bicycle. He’s dropped the popcorn into a fryer. Rather than them being small kernels, they’re little yellow balls. I say those look like little nuggets and he’s like, “Yup.” We walk into the room where the TV is playing. There’s a show on. His mother is saying hi to me. She really likes me. I sit in the back so I don’t block her view.
I’m in a large house with a lot of people. I seem to be taking care of them in some way.
I’m in a car riding with a man in the back seat. We’re been driven along a rode out on the estate of the house. I’m talking about my vision quest and commenting that it was strange that it was only a day long. He comments that it doesn’t need to be long to be effective. I mention that the two large trees sang to me as we drive by them. He replies that he’s had a similar experience. I can hear the trees in the wind and it dawns on me that they’re cottonwood and I can hear them in my mind.
I’m in a part of New York, I think. I’m tracking this man who’s “fringe society” for sure. He’s tall, skinny, but thick boned. He’s somewhat crossed-dressed. He’s looking for the old Balboa Island, at least that what I think he says. I follow him to where he thinks it is, but it’s not there anymore.
I walk into a shop and it’s David Sanborn’s music shop. It used to be another famous shop like the “Zildjian” shop or something and he took it over. He has these really interesting mechanical conveyors to get cords moved around the shop so you can plug in any guitar and listen to it. I end up going there a second time with a man that’s like a cross between Kirby and Mel. David is showing all his stuff to him while I’m away doing something else. When I arrive there, I know the man is going to be really bored by all of this and I explain to David who’s talking away that he’s wasting this ‘cos it’s going over their head.
I walk into a restaurant with Mel and we’re talking about what to order. There’s been a huge shift in the space since a law was passed and the place in empty. I say, “Do you remember what this place was like. It was packed, constantly. You never came in here and didn’t see 200 people…” or something to that effect. It truly was interesting and the place needed work. It was all white with curved counter tops. It seemed very European, possibly Italian.
I’m outside at night in a lot somewhere. I’m talking to a man about being gay. He’s latino, very friendly. I see him lying in bed with his partner who’s African American. They make a really cute couple. I drive my Prius and subtley scrape a motorhome. I see the guys partner in his underwear and wearing an apron. I think it’s cute and I tell the man who says that he doesn’t want to have that kind of relationship with other guys referring to me making a sexual advance but I tell him I wasn’t implying anything. I don’t really want to have the conversation and I really just want to leave.