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Archive for March, 2018

Sandra and the SchoolThursday, March 29th, 2018

I’m in a car with Sandra driving. She doesn’t seem to be in a good mood. Mel is in the back seat and we’re driving in a big city that I’ve been in before in dreamland. We’re close to a major aqueduct made from a river that was there before. Mel’s asking me about a location where it’s very peaceful. He knows that I know all the good locations along the river. I ask Sandra if she knows about Riverside but she’s not really engaged in the conversation. We arrive at a school. There are a lot of people there, some that I’ve taken classes in Shamanism with. They’re planning a big class to go out into nature to do something. A woman is talking to me about my experiences and about people I know. There are so many familiar faces, people that I think I’ve studied with in the dreamtime. The school room itself has relics from many culture adorning the inside and the room is on a slope. People are sitting against the wall, preparing for what’s to come.

Camper and WalletSaturday, March 17th, 2018

I’m with the camper in a Latin American country. It’s daytime and I’m in a city. There’s a sudden stir in the city and it’s obvious that something tremendous is happening. I look up toward a mountain and there are floating shipping containers, cars, trucks and other large objects. I shout that it’s a tornado, someone else shouts that it’s a hurricane. I run to an intersection and look far off to see huge dark clouds. It doesn’t look good. I realize that I need to either get into the camper and go somewhere or just get a couple things out of the camper and take cover. The camper is right out in the open and I’m not sure this is a good idea. I don’t what happens next, I only know that I want my wallet. I end up with some people, but I’m never able to find my wallet. I’m traveling in a large truck or bus somewhere with some Spanish speaking kids. They don’t speak English. I beatbox for a moment and one of the kids indicates that he wants me to do it some more. I start beatboxing and the kids join in and for a few moments we’re creating music together. It’s fun.

I end up in a corner store with a Spanish speaking woman at a cash register. We start talking in Spanish and she’s helping me to speak better. She’s like a grandmother and seems to really care for me.

This is the second dream about needing to evacuate.

EvacuationFriday, March 16th, 2018

I’m in a building that I call home. It’s like a large warehouse. There’s going to be a crushing of the building that I can’t prevent. I’m rushing thru the home looking for what would be the most important things to take with me. I realize that I don’t have much time and if I stop to analyze everything to determine its importance, I won’t have time. So, I’m acknowledging the things that just arise into my awareness to represent its importance. My PRS guitar is heavily on my mind, so are my computers, tho I’m trying to figure out if I’m going to grab my external hard drives, and which ones I actually need. I’m trying to determine if there are sentimental things that are important as well.

The Unforgettable FireTuesday, March 13th, 2018

I’m in a large auditorium and there’s a music stage. There’s a man with a band and orchestra and they’re just staring a version of Bad by U2. It’s actually pretty good and I start to dance. My dancing is like being on ice skates but I’m barefoot. I’m sliding, twirling and spinning on the floor, flawlessly flowing in and thru the music. It’s so wonderful that I’m lost in dance.

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