I’m with a young man in a convertible. I think it’s a red Fiat Spyder. Were at a bay hanging out new the ocean. There’s a large dome-like island rising up at the shore and there are homes on it. We decide we want to drive up it and found a nice lookout. We drive to an intersection, turn left, and proceed up the road. In the middle of the road is large board with a hinge and two wheels. It appears to have fallen off a work truck. I ask the guy to pull over so I can get it out of the road. Someone drives down the road and drives around it. I reflect on how lazy people are.
I move the object off the road but there isn’t anywhere to really put it. I’m in someone’s driveway noticing their beautiful flowers. An elderly woman comes out and starts talking with me and I tell her what I’m doing and the dilemma of where to put it. Then a younger woman comes out to chat as I notice the front of the building is an aquarium shop. It’s very beautiful and colorful.
I drive off with the guy to a little village and a gas station. An older man asks us where we’re headed and I tell him to a lookup. Somewhere along the journey and remember that I’ve been here before. It’s like constant deja-vu. The man starts to describe the lookup up ahead as Devil’s something or other, and I tell the man that I know where it is, that I’ve been there before. I can’t really drop in the memory, only the visage of the memory.
Magicians are performing magic tricks for me. There’s no specific tricks or magic, but this dream goes on for hours. I wake and sleep back into the dreams for probably 3-4 hours.
Mars / Venus are in the night sky meeting. Venus going to the underworld, Mars arising from the underworld.
I’m in a room with a group of people. It’s dimly lit, kind of reddish. There’s a group of people there who are adepts from different tribes or groups, trying to develop extra-sensory abilities, or craft abilities. There’s a young lady in the group who’s exhibiting very advanced abilities to “see” psychically. My own ability comes to the fore and everyone realizes that I’m really good at this. Then, this etheric body of an eagle swoops through the room. Everyone is a really startled but I get this message that we need to go outside. I walk out into a yard and over to a freeway at the back of the property where there’s some construction going on. I climb up the rubble of the construction and there’s the eagle, bound up in locks and chains. I use my power to free it. The group of people is astounded at what’s happening.
I’m in a room like a class room with a bunch of people. This baby owl flies in and lands on the desk in front of me. It’s really attracted to me and is nuzzling me. It’s adorable. The other people in the class are a bit perplexed. I set the owl in a box on a lower shelf of the desk/platform I’m working on with some other things so I can continue working on whatever it is I’m working on. This large cat comes in and attacks and disembowels the owl. It’s quite shocking and I can’t stop it. I pick up the owl and try to help it but I think it’s too late.
I’m in a pit dug in the ground, about 4 feet deep. I’m sitting around a group of rocks with a group of women and men. There’s about 5-6 of us. We have sticks in our hands and we’re using them like drum sticks on the rocks and singing. Ken is in the pit with us and he has a large pole in his hand. It’s about 8-10 feet long and he’s both burning and grinding one end of the pole in fire and on rock to sharpen is so he can put it in the ground as a post for a large tent-like construction. It reminds me of the scene in I think it was Little Big Man where he sun dances inside a large tent-like structure on a center pole. So Ken is creating this pole and I’m leading songs and I look at him and I kick out the Red Road song. Ken looks at me and gives me a nod of approval.
I’m at a sun dance. They’re clearing the arbor and I’m near some sort of bicycle repair area. There’s an accident that a couple guys that were clearing the arbor inhaled some deadly fumes and they died. One of them was Robert Jackson. I haven’t seen him in years but he gave me the Robert Anton Wilson book whose name I can’t remember.
When I’d heard he died, it really bothered me. But as I was working with the bicycles, some guys carried the bodies on platforms by us. The bodies were black. When I saw Robert’s body, I burst into tears. The guy I was with asked me why I was so upset and I told him it was because I knew him well.
It’s night time, just before midnight on tree day of the dance. I’m going about doing stuff and I’m carrying a wing. Not sure if it was eagle or hawk. I walked along a road and I’m doing something when a man approaches me. I know that M Daily was one of the dancers. The man asks me why I wasn’t at the drum. I’m considering the question but I know I was up to something that felt more important.
I’m holding a miniature deck of cards. I’m standing in front of a table. I’m flinging the cards into four piles on the table. One of the cards flies past the table and over a cliff. I’m wondering if I can retrieve the card and which one it is. Marcel is standing to my left as I’m flinging the cards. We walk over to the cliff and Marcel is on my left. The cliff has a pipe running along the edge and we’re trying to get good footing so we can look over and see if the card has caught anywhere that I can retrieve. Marcel starts to slip forward so I grab his belt from behind so he doesn’t go over the edge. I wake up.
I’m a little nervous about the cliff. I’m wondering which card it is. It’s a feel-good dream.
I’m standing out near the curb in front of my mother’s house near the corner where I like to park. It’s nighttime. I’m standing with a group of Georgia’s students from her Monday night classes. Georgia is wondering if someone wants to assist her by taking responsibility for a Tuesday night meditation group over Zoom. It’s going to be a half hour or so long from 7pm-7:30pm PT. I volunteer to facilitate this. There’s a symbol of a circle with a star in the middle. Inside the star is a white rose.
We’re discussing what the format will be and there are six meditations to focus on. Georgia goes over them quickly and I’m trying to grok precisely these meditations so I associate them to who-what-where-why-when-what. Then I’m trying to deepen this association because I know I’m dreaming and I want to be able to recall the meditations when I wake up.
Robin walks up and starts to talk with me. I adore her but the timing isn’t really good but we start talking and the group walks away to the elevated front yard in front of the house and starts singing Amazing Grace. They break up into two groups, one leading and one following a bar behind. It sounds really beautiful and I walk over and join them.
Feeling curious, elated, joyful
Wanting to remember the meditations but can’t quite get there.
I’m in an office warehouse. Most everyone from the office has left. I’m trying to pick up things a bit as I still need to work. A woman is giving me a laptop. It’s very small. I open the lid and the keyboard is really strange. It unfolds in three sections and the characters on the keys don’t look like English.
I’m with William. He wants me to sing songs. He hands me a little black bear, about the size of the palm of my hand. As I take it, it falls open. It turns out that where the spine of the bear is is a hinge and the bear opens. Out falls the things that make it rattle. The only thing that stands out is a little black die with white dots. I start to put the things back in but mixed in is a little dried oak leaf. I’m trying to get it out and William tells me to leave it. That’s already in there for a reason. I get the bear back together and start rattling and start waiting for a song to come through. It’s the Ojibwe creation song. A woman stops me to ask what I’m singing. I’m stuck between being upset that should would stop the song just to ask what I’m singing, and frustrated that the complete song was still dropping in. I’m in that in-between place. Then I realize that I don’t exactly know what the song means.
Baffled, left brained, trying to sink into right brain.
