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SundanceApril 28th, 2017

I’m at Yucca Valley and I’m near the lodge. Someone asks me to go to the drum. I go there but the drum isn’t set up. Grey, Ronan and Dave are laying under a canopy, face down on the ground with bodies erect, with their faces buried in a pile of sandy dirt. I’m like… “Ok, what does this mean?” and I hear Ronan says that they’re sticks. I notice that there are a lot of people camped. The canopies are connected together making huge rooms. There are lots of kids, colors, and shade, but they’re right over the hocoka. I’m wondering how the dance is going to take place.

Shot Thru the ThroatApril 23rd, 2017

I’m standing somewhere on a road. There’s pampas grass growing on the other side and there’s a caucasian woman standing on the road. Down the road is a black man in red and blue robe and pants and he’s running toward her with his hands behind his back. As he gets close to her he whips around in front of him a three pronged ninja dagger and stabs the woman in the throat. I’m pretty shocked by this. Then she takes the dagger out and chases down a different caucasian man and stabs him in the throat. He takes out the dagger and looks at me. I’m like… uh uh… so I run down a side road near the pampas grass. This startles me awake.

Chairs and LightApril 20th, 2017

I was looking at chairs supplies by the east bay guy. He was showing me the choices I had available to me. Next I’m looking at a building that seems to b on a movie set. There’s a building that s kind of like a large house barn combination. It starts to completely fall apart but I know it’s part of the script or story so although I’m concerned at first, I let it go ad it’s supposed to happen. Then I look over behind the building and there’s a light bulb that starts to spark like a Tesla coil. It’s sparking like crazy and I’m watching it.

Cal and the Other UniverseApril 19th, 2017

I’m in a room with Cal and a bunch of people. The room seems to be on a starship and this seems like a training exercise in some sort of advanced intelligence to reconfigure reality. She’s talking about something when suddenly I remember a visionary experience I had where I was moving thru dimensions or universes while being attacked by some nefarious star being. I was doing a good job of fending it off but the fact that I didn’t remember and was just now recalling it was pretty striking. I remember there being a lot of dark metal, a lot of blue light, and some sort of geometric boundary that acted like a portal or worm hole that I was traveling thru in my mind.

The Baby DeerApril 14th, 2017

I’m in a room on a couch. To my left on the arm of the couch is a very tiny deer, no larger than a small chihuahua. Also in the room are adult male and female deer. I’m petting and scratching the baby deer which has taken a liking to me. A doe approaches me and shapeshifts back and forth into a mature woman with blonde hair. She says something to me that’s very demanding and forceful like, “You have a responsibility now” or something of that nature. I know that what she means is that this small deer trusts me and I’m not to let it down. I’m served a large bowl of a very colorful porridge. In fact in waking life, I will end up buying a bean/lentil mixture that looks very similar. The porridge is very hot and the little deer wants to stick it’s head in a eat some but I know it will burn itself. So I push it’s head back until I can tilt the bowl over and blow on part of it to cool it. The whole process is very endearing. <- pun intended.

Birds in a BoxApril 14th, 2017

I’m walking thru a house with a little white box in hand about 4X4X3 inches. I open the box and in it are very colorful feathers. They’re absolutely beautiful blues, magentas, purples, golds, greens. I’m standing near a bird cage and a long slender blue bird reaches out and starts attacking the contents of the box. That’s when I realize that the feathers are actually birds, but they’re nearly comatose. When the bird starts attacking them, they start stirring. I lean the box away from the attacking bird and I’m observing the birds in the box wondering what’s wrong with them when another bird from somewhere starts attacking them. It’s so strange.

KotahayApril 9th, 2017

A man with dark hair, large features looks directly at me and says, “Your name is Kotahay.”

New Outside JobMarch 15th, 2017

I’ve just been hired into a company that’s pretty well established. I don’t know the name of it but it’s up there with Twitter, Google, Facebook. It’s run by two guys. The founder is a caucasian male, about 40, tall, thin, short dark hair, and wears thin rectangular shaped glasses. He’s pretty nice and very smart. The other guy is just shorter with sandy colored hair, also caucasian. They both work outside. All of their office equipment is outside the front doors of another very famous company. They like working outside and I don’t blame them. It’s my first day working there and I’m telling the founder that he needs to create a user/pass for me to access the systems. In my head, for what seems like a long time, I’m working out all of the types of accounts I’ll need to actually be able to pick up the pace on this position. I tell him that I’m good with graphics, but I also know how to code. He agrees that this is why he hired me. I need to take the slack on certain tasks that he just doesn’t have the bandwidth to do. I’m trying to figure out what I’m going to take over. It seems that I need to develop my own strategy on what I need to do because he’s not going to tell me. He’s even too busy to do that. I’m just going to need one user/pass, and then figure all the rest out on my own: What part of the company needs the most attention, what tasks are slipping thru the cracks, where the most immediate need is, etc.

I’m left to watch a video screen the describes what I need to know. Apparently, there’s a Russian man working with this company as a contractor and before I can do anything, I need to balance my energy with his sister. I’m watching a video of these instructions on a video monitor hanging from an extension arm. I realize that this is my first task as I walk up to the monitor and tap it to pause the video.

CasinoFebruary 21st, 2017

I’m in a casino walking around a back of slot machines. The machines are like the old ones where there are trays that collect coins. I know that there’s a rule that if you find coins in a tray, you’re not supposed to touch them. I think this rule is stupid, finders keepers. As I’m walking by one machine, I notice that there’s a hugely fully tray of coins. I glance and walk around some more noticing a few coins in other machines so I grab them and start making my way back to the full machine. When I get back to it, there’s a guy sitting close, kind of hovering over it. There’s another woman in front of it with her back to it. I excuse myself and tell her I want to play the machine. I have other coins that are silver that I’ve picked up. I sit down at the machine and put a couple in but it seems they’re too large and aren’t working correctly. I go ahead and grab a couple brass coins from the full tray and insert them into the machine. As I’m starting to play, the guy on my right, I can tell, is feeling like he lost his opportunity. There’s a waitress nearby that I’m concerned about seeing me. I’m playing with coins in my jacket pocket and intending to fill my pockets with the brass coins from the machine. The machine itself is acting weird. There’s a light blue screen (of death?). A guy walks up to me on my left. He has long hair and a speech impediment and needs help. He’s telling me what’s going on as a woman walks up and in a haughty way cuts him off and informs that she wants to play the machine. I’m going to respond in a pretty nasty way but I wake up before that happens.

Blind Kid, ArtifactsJanuary 17th, 2017

I’m with a blind kid in a room. He’s about 13 years old, has dark hair and is brilliant. I’m watching him sculpt with clay a sort of car. It’s big enough for his body alone, but he seems to know what it should look like and his hands flow freely molding the shape as if he can see it. Next, he has a large piece of construction paper in front of him and he’s taken a pencil and is drawing large circles. With each circle, he makes subtle deviations that start to form a model of what looks like a solar system with planets in areas. He moves along without really lifting the pencil from the paper. What starts to happen is that color starts presenting itself. I can see in the planets shades of yellow, red and blue start to make hues in the areas that represent the planets or whatever they are. It’s very impressive and I’m astonished that he can do this without physically seeing what he’s doing.

I’m at a home near the ocean. Something it taking place but it’s vague. I fall thru a crack in reality and end up in an old structure that’s filled with ancient artifacts. There are vases, urns, plates and other earthenwear, all very complex in shape and form. There are some with beings that I don’t recognize. They’re most stacked on shelves in the open. Everything is dirty and has cobwebs and feels like it hasn’t been seen or touched in centuries. Someone comes up behind me. It’s some sort of sheriff or authority that removes me from the area. I find myself in a little village trying to explain that can from a different dimension. I’m asking who knows how I can return but I’m not getting any understanding from the people. The village doesn’t appear to be in great shape or well populated.

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