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.
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.
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.
I’m changing my name to Sean Michael Fynn. I add up Fynn numerologically and my whole name comes out to be a 9 and I think to myself, does that mean this will be my last life? When I wake up, and do the math and it’s actually a 5. Interesting…
I’m with a small group of people and this man asks everyone what they think about the colours of his clothes. He has them wadded up and you can see tan, purple, pale yellow, and other pastel or light colours and white in the middle. A woman asks him to let her see the white a little more. They are his underwear, briefs… he puts his clothes down and picks up his briefs and they’ve been chewed up. It looks like they were put into a paper shreader.
My mom is using a printing machine that’s manufacturing books. The machine is spitting out books and I’m worried that my mom is going to get hit by one, but she’s standing on this line and manages not to. I then put in my own book to test how it gets printed. I open it up and it doesn’t look right but then I look at my mom’s book which is some sort of travel book, and none of her images are showing. It’s too bad because she printed stacks of them. I tell her what happened, expecting her to freak out, but she’s actually ok with it.
Thoughts: I think that in my dream, there was only Fyn which adds up to 9, not Fynn.
I’m sitting on a small ranch waiting to go somewhere thru the house that’s there but the guy who lives there is some sort of musical celebrity and he’s getting ready to go on tour. A large black and white limo pulls out of the garage and takes off. Then, a large military vehicle painted bright red and gold pulls with a pickup truck attached to it and swings the truck around sideways with no effort. This is the guy. He’s brazen. He peals out of the driveway with yee-haw. Later, I’m in a casino near the bar. A person comes up, head down, cashes in a few chips and leaves. Another person comes up, cashes in. Then, the music star comes up with this paper sack full of winnings and plops it down. He’s very confident and he leans against the bar with his long golden hair and says something like, “You know why I win? ‘Cos I got a winner’s attitude.” Later, I’m by the bar and he walks up again with another bag of cash and asks to reach into it and see how much I can grab with my hands. So I stick my hands in, but I arrange the cash so that it’s stacked up on top of itself and I pull out most of what’s in the bag. There’s even cash in my mouth. He looks at me quizzically, kind of honouring my creativity but then starts to pull the loose bills off the side ‘cos they’re not actually in my hands. He whittles it down to a reasonably sized wad and surveys it. Then he takes the money from my hands. I pulled the cash out of my mouth and reach over to the bar to wipe my saliva off it. He pulls out a checkbook and says, “Okay, I’ll give you 200.”
I went to see a woman who did readings and healings and she was doing some cross-polination of Chinese and Southeast Asian practices. I was sitting there while some things were being done and she told me that a Maori pristess or something was coming and it was a great opportunity for me. The woman who showed up was definitely caucasian and dressed up in a really gaudy outfit. She had a strange accent, and started talking to me about things related to my destiny. We got up from where I was sitting and went to a little table in a courtyard near a street where there were other shops and some really interesting carvings against a wall to my left. While she told me that everything was in alignment for me, I was looking at the carvings that looked to be of bone. They seemed to be of Greek heroes, and you could see the wires from the bows. I wanted to take pictures because the lighting was so cool. The woman started to talk about something important when this guy came waddling across the street in a dragon costume. We asked why he was wearing it and he said because it made it safer to cross the street. When she started talking about something else that I was actually interested in hearing, some people in the cafe across the way started doing some sort of musical number like a flash mob. It was silly and I awoke.
I had arrived at a house in a big red pickup. It was in a forest somewhere and I had parked in a neighbor’s driveway and had dropped some things about in different places. We found out that a fire was coming and we needed to evacuate which was too bad. I needed to get back to the truck and pick things up so we could leave.
I was talking with a man and we went into the house and I sat in a chair to find that Mel had taken apart my capo and I was trying to get all the pieces back in order so I could put it back together.
I had materialized in a large drain pipe in a forest. I saw a cute furry creature and when I walked out of the drain, whispered to it. It started to approach me but I noticed that it didn’t look really healthy and I didn’t want to touch it. I exited the drain and turned left and saw a man that I started to follow and converse with. He had really long dark hair.
I’m on vacation with a group of people in a latin country and we all get arrested for no reason. They take us to jail and the police are detaining us on benches. We need to fill out personal information forms to give back to them. When the form and pen comes to me, the pen stops working and I go thru some sort of time warp when I have to pick the pen off the ground. When I sit up, everyone is gone and I’m forgotten about. I go to an information window and start talking to the woman at the counter, but I’m considering just leaving and I’m looking around for the exit, but I’m not sure if this is going to work or not and I’m a little nervous about it. I wait and the people return as they’re finally be released. In the meantime, I found out that there are arbitrators available and people are paying money to have the process expedited for them. Not only that, but they’re trying to sell the people gold bracelets and necklaces. Total scam. I get back with my group because I think it’s almost time for our names to be called to leave.
I’m riding a bicycle back to where I want to be, but the rules are so strict that you can’t even ride a bicycle past the speed limit on the trails and the limit is really slow. I’m riding behind a guy who’s riding so slow that I keep finding myself right on top of him and I can just see his butt rocking back and forth on the seat. He shouts something back at me like, “Are you checking out my ass?” but another riders gets between us although I don’t think he knows this and doesn’t know that I can’t really hear him.
I’m in a backyard with Willy. We’re talking about something and he leaves. There’s a strange tension and I know that he’s going to come back and try to kill me. I’m ready for him. In the backyard, there’s a swimming pool. He comes back thru the gate and I’m crouched down behind a corner that has windows starting at waste level where I can see him come in. He has a gun drawn and as soon as he reaches the corner, I surprise him, take the gun and kill him before he kills me. I go to the other side of the pool and take his body and put it into a medium sized yellow box. My parents are going to look for a place to put their trash by Porter College. I go with them and I sneak the yellow box in with their trash ‘cos I don’t want to tell anyone that I’ve done this. We’re driving thru the redwoods looking at different industrial trash bins, trying to find the right one. I’m wondering how I can get the box dumped without anyone noticing. Next thing I know, I’m on a flatbed railcar and there are giants frying pans and I’m trying to clean the pans from all the food that has been cooked on them but they’re extremely greasy and it gets on my hands.
I’m with George on a large waterbed that reminds me of mine when I’m a kid, and I think we’re in my childhood bedroom. The door is open and I look out and I can see two guys getting ready to go to bed on a large convertible couch out in the living room. I think they’re renters. I shut the door.
I’m with a group of people and some teacher. There’s a young blonde woman talking to the teacher and I’m sitting close by listening. He’s asking her about dates for birth, time of birth, and something else. The teacher tells me to give them the information so I close my eyes and say, “Aug 24th or 25th, at either 5:16am or 6:16am.” There’s a shiver that comes over my body and when I open my eyes, the woman is looking at me with a look of shock on her face.
I’m walking along the rim of a large chasm or valley. I’m looking at the water far below and asking someone if we should put in a diving board. Suddenly, I’m in a house with Dave and a mini Dave, and his parents. His dad is telling me that he needs healing work done that I’m agreeing to, as I look out the window at two men and a kid playing out by the riverside. We walk out of the house and I end up getting stickers in my socks so I need to sit on a bench to pull them out before I put on my boots. Mini Dave is talking to me and I have a dream within a dream of some kid in colored darkness and I’m telling the Daves about it.
Thoughts: Both dreams seems to have healing stuff in them. The Wind Cries Mary was running thru my head.
I’m at Greg’s and his place is like it is now but much larger and you have to take a set of stairs to get into it. There’s a bed there that’s unmade and I really want to make it but there are other people there and we’re talking. Greg gets over to it and makes part of it. I’m talking to Sonjue and she’s telling me that she has this pain and points to the region around the duodenum. I tell her is sounds like the ACI and she agrees. I tell her that she should schedule a BodyTalk session with me and again she agrees. I start to leave and head down the stairs. I end up on a bicycle with another person whom I don’t really see but I know is there. It’s a black female that I believe is riding on the handlebars. As we’re riding thru the parking lot, there’s a black man and a white man walking toward us. The white man is carrying a case that looks like a musical instrument case and it’s covered with stickers. As we pass them, I here the white man say he’s going to get them a bicycle. As I reach the driveway and start onto the street, he runs over and attacks me. There’s no way to outrun him but I’m able to fend him off long enough to ride away down the hill of the street. I haven’t had a chance to look at a map to see where I’m going and I think I’m supposed to be headed toward the Pedal Shop. To escape, I just ride in the best possible direction on this downhill street to get away. The hill is exhilarating tho. I’m loving riding down this hill at fast speed ‘cos it’s really long and there’s little traffic, and I make all the lights. I’m thinking it’s worth except that by the time we come to the end of hill, we’re up near Ventura in this part of Dreamland, near the theatres. We stop and look at the GPS and realize we’re way far from where we need to be so we turn right and start walking toward and industrial area. We’re just talking and deciding how we’re going to navigate the industrial area.
Thoughts: This part of Dreamland comes up quite a bit but now two parts have merged into one dream. One is the Ventura Blvd area and the other is the Vineland/Lankershim area. Greg’s place was really different but had the same lofty elements. I got away from the attacker this time and he was white instead of black. Does this mean I’m getting better with this block? Also, the ride downhill was like a reward. And… this time, I’m on the bicycle and he’s not. I don’t know what an ACI is.
