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Archive for April, 2015

Mansion, FestivalWednesday, April 22nd, 2015

I’m in an enormous mansion. It’s beautiful but old. Much of needs to be updated, but people are working at resurrecting its glory. There’s a group of people there that are busy organizing something. I’m looking for a place to go off and read, peacefully. I find a door to an outdoor patio. There are old tables with yellow glass set up in a dining configuration and there’s a bar nearby that’s serving drinks. I’m amazed that all this exists in this old mansion which is really someone’s home, possibly mine, but it’s also a very social gathering place. There’s a man who’s obviously been caretaking here for a long time. He walks up because there’s an ashtray full of tobacco and he complains that it’s not empty. There’s a thought of renting the bar for an event.

I’m in a town that’s having a sort of festival going on. There are really colorful braided strands of fabric hanging from a building and they’re a message that I want to read but they’re braided so intricately and then bound together that I need to unravel them to read them. I’m given a smaller grouping of the braids and I’m trying to unwind a small group and realize it isn’t really the group I want to read, but it’s all such a mess. I also want to maintain the integrity of some of the groupings because visually, they’re beautiful. I’m with a couple of other people and we want to navigate back to the place where the biggest strands are. I’m in a wheelchair and I’m holding the small group in one hand which makes it difficult to navigate the wheelchair by myself. We’re crossing a street at a light and we come up to the corner and I get the first glance at why I’m in the wheelchair. I have a brace on my left knee. It doesn’t look permanent. I realize we’re somewhat lost but do get to see some of the theatrics of the fair as there’re jugglers where we are. I start looking at some sort of navigation device to access our location in relation to where we want to go.

Thoughts: The mansion could be the BT group and the Expo coming up. The festival and braided strands could the the recent stuff going on with the IBA that I don’t know about.

Shaman CircleTuesday, April 21st, 2015

I’m walking down a hallway where there are pictures and I start channeling a spirit. It happens really quickly. I walk into a coffee and refreshments room in a dining hall where I run into a few other people from the group I’m with. I explain that I started channeling a spirit of a woman. There are about 5 people there and we’re all running over the stories that we know about the previous inhabitance of this location and I’m able to figure out which woman it is. It’s not a main woman but rather someone on the periphery of the occupying family of the location. We talk for a while, and then the groups forms and goes off to work, leaving me behind, which feels a little abandoning. A larger portion of the total group comes in and starts to form more working groups and I don’t really know these people well. One of them comes up to me. He’s a big black guy, much taller than me, and puts his arm around me. He asks what group I’m working with. I tell him I don’t have one. A few of the other people are indirectly comments how the others that were here a minute ago are rather segregating. I’m invited to leave with the black guy and some others to form a working group. He owns a van and we pile in and head down the road. It’s dark out, and as we’re driving, we see some guy wearing nothing but a pile of leaves around his waste coming down the road and acting really strange. I saw him before and wondered what he was doing. It’s obvious that the group doesn’t want him going to the dining hall so the van drives up very slowly and bumps into him and knocks him over. The driver makes a big loops indicating to another vehicle what’s going on. We come up to the guy again who’s still laying on the group doing his strange wiggle thing. We then drive on.

I’m with the group again but this time there’s a woman who’s put on some boots the cause her to hover above the ground and fly in a spiral, head toward the center, as these charged boots swing her leg out in 3 big arcs. It doesn’t last all that long but she’s loving it. I don’t know if I’ve missed the request for being able to do this or what the qualifications are. I’m about the same size and age as the woman, and I’m wondering how I can have ankle boots to put on and try this. It looks really exciting. I go and sit down with her to talk to her.

Swimming PoolMonday, April 20th, 2015

I was watching some people in a large, beautiful Beverly Hills style mansion. One guy reminded me of Jonah Hill. He was saying that he had created a new character but that it needed to actually kill people. He called it Count Igor. His partner thought it was a bit silly. I saw how the guy had created many characters before and it had made him a lot of money. I follow them along the property and we come to a swimming pool that goes up and down like a river. I has lanes you can swim in but it will also created a rapid flow that you can swim against. All along the edge are sunning decks of different shapes and sizes. In the center is a restaurant seating area where you can be served food at tables by a wait staff.

Had to enter the house in some other way cos passages were blocked.

Tab, Happy BirthdaySunday, April 19th, 2015

I’m in a large restaurant or club and I’m standing near the cash register. I realize that they have my table’s check and they’re totaling it, then they step away so I walk up and look at it. When the cashier and manager return, I tell them that this is my check and I’ll take care of it right here. They tell me this is the first time this has ever happened.

I’m with a big group of people are we’re singing “Happy Birthday” in 4 part harmony. I’m trying to sing lower than I possible can. Karen is there and she thinks she’s leading it, but when we get to the end of the song, an electronic version starts up and a bunch of people start a synchronized dance. She looks at me and says she had no idea that anybody else was really in control.

Office Work, SunDanceWednesday, April 15th, 2015

I’m in my office which is a large space and there are people there. I’m trying to pull people together to work. I’m not quite sure what work means and it’s a bit vague, but Marcel and Tai are there, and a woman that’s either Constanza or Molly. I’m going to be doing something that’s either teaching or doing sessions for people and the time has come but people are still milling about and arriving.

I’m at a SunDance on some property out in the country. I’m waking up in the morning and doing work. There’s a beautiful sunrise but there’s smoke from a fire billowing on some neighboring land and I’m wondering where it’s coming from. The dance is a little different in that there are supporters like at Quest. I’m carrying some boxes into a house and this girl steps right in my path and doesn’t seem to want to move which irks me a little. I finally make it to the house and run in Jan. She asks me if I want to dance tonight. She knows I’ve been working and it’ll be a long day, and she mentions that she would ask Shane but he’s supporting LeAnn who’s already dancing and he probably won’t have the energy. I agree to dance.

Breaking the CodeTuesday, April 14th, 2015

I’m in a city that it under attack. Detail are sketchy, but I’m treading water in a bay of the city with some other people when a plain swoops in and fires upon a building. The shrapnel almost hits us and is rather scary. I realize that there’s a connection between some music I’ve heard, an old film reel, and a very old movie, and I start to analyze the three in conjunction and realize the code that the enemy is using to communicate, kind of like Turring. I realize also that this knowledge is pretty obtuse so when I tell people, I better be pretty certain. When I look at the film reel, it’s more like I’m seeing a black and white film of a metal music box type of construction. I tell someone what’s going on and get a fairly stale reception, but they realize over time that I’m right.

SF BusMonday, April 13th, 2015

I’m riding on an SF Muni heading to a club. As we’re driving along, I’m looking for where I need to get off back I can’t tell from where I’m sitting, exactly where we are. I have this awareness that I need to be in Scorpio. I think we’re close but then the bus goes on this really long ramp and ends up pretty far from where I wanted to get off. We stop somewhere and when the person behind the bus driver gets off the bus, I take that seat and ask the driver how I can get back to the NuArt. She says that I need to take the 6 back, that’s the bus we’re on. I get off the bus and I end up sitting with a woman who’s reading something private by another woman that was on the bus. Some people on the bus had been sharing personal information to get help.

Thoughts: The club that I’m thinking about in the dream is actually Bimbo’s, but I called it NuArt (from Los Angeles). This is where Rocky Horror Picture Show plays. I think Bimbo’s is actually called something else. I have this awareness that Scorpio is in orientation to a geographical placement based on Gemini. 6 is quite possibly a degree and why I missed it, I’m not sure.

Hostage, Russian BishopSunday, April 12th, 2015

I’m taken captive along with a young girl and woman by a group of men who are stealing things. They have us at an old warehouse. Half of the guys go off to rob something. One of the smaller guys is getting really close to the young girl and starting to rub on her and it’s making me sick. Something needs to be done. I sneak around the back of the building with the woman and I think I start knocking off the guys one by one. I find a way in the back without being noticed. I also happen to find a bunch of potato chips and I start collecting them in the bag to take back to the woman and girl because we haven’t eaten and I know we’ll need energy to escape.

I’m at a large church service in risers that go up at steep angle. I have this very old garment that’s like a book and robe all at once. It has very old cyrillic writing on it and is made out of gold thread and other colours. A Russian bishop comes into the church and he’s shaking the hand of a couple of notable people and I comment that he should shake everyone’s hand. He actually walks up the aisle, up a couple flights of pews, and comes over to me and shakes my hand and asks a question that I can’t hear. The man in front of me replies to him and he smiles and walks away. I ask what he said and the man commented that I had done a very good job of preserving the cyrillic book garment that I have.

Thoughts: I just watched Chocolat last night so the first dream has a similarity. The cyrillic garment is something that I don’t quite understand but I’m trying to preserve and understand it, and I have the blessing of someone who does understand it. It’s something profane.

Robot SuitSaturday, April 11th, 2015

I’m working but I have to go get some food and drop something off across the street. Rather than walk, I drive and there are people walking everywhere. As I’m trying to pull into the driveway of a restaurant across the street, a woman walks in front of my car and I’m inching along with her. She’s doing this because there’s no walkway. She gets mad at me and starts arguing with me that I’m getting too close to her. I assure her that it’s ok and that I’m not interested in arguing, that the problem is really the fault of the design that there’s no walkway. I finally pull into a parking space and get inside the restaurant but there’s no system for seating and no one greets me. Staff finally seats a huge number of people at once and I’m thinking that this is going to take a long time. I’m thinking about what I have to read.

I’m working in the White House. I’m only in my teens I believe. Some really high-ups want to show me something so they take me to a warehouse. These guys are dressed in really expensive suits and seem to have a buddy buddy relationship with each other and are constantly joking around like kids. We get to the warehouse and there’s this amazing piece of machinery that they want me to try on. It’s like RoboCop. I get it on but I can’t get it to work by command like the instructions say. I’m trying to see what weapons are on the thing. Someone walks up to me with a bag with a little key or latch type thing with instructions and I’m looking at it trying to see what part of the suit it goes to. The guy tells me that he picked it up somewhere. It sounds shady.

Turkey KidsFriday, April 10th, 2015

I’m working in a fire station and there was a young man that was going to be doing some work. People didn’t seem to like him or they were just being mean but they didn’t want to seem to get him anything for lunch and he couldn’t leave the station. I tell him that I would get him something. He didn’t have much money and couldn’t decide what to get. I tell him I will bring him turkey from the deli and we haggle about what kind and the price. Then he asks if I want to have some with him. I’m thinking about getting bread or something else but I’m not sure I want to get too friendly with him.

I watch some kids who are floating toward the ceiling kill a couple other kids and then pretend to kill one of their own who is really young. They’re very mischievous.

I’m watching this very young child who is incredibly manipulative, like a kaniving grownup. He comes in and wants some of my turkey out of a package or possibly a little read plastic thing I have. Rather than ask, he tried to trick me but I’m not playing that. I finally tell him he better not fuck with me. I’m bigger and smarter. Another kid who’s used to being manipulated by him is astounded that I’m talking to him like that but is happy that the young child is finally not getting his way.

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