I’m walking around a city and I can’t tell if it’s the edge of morning or night, but it’s very dimly lit. I’m on foot and heading toward a home that’s not mine. When I get there, I realize that I don’t want to go in so I continue walking. I’m really enjoying myself. Then I start to skip but in a most strange fashion. I’m swinging my legs way out in a large circle, then bring the foot behind the other but bouncing forward at the same time. I realize this probably looks strange but I like it and I don’t care. I’m getting close to a school as I travel down the sidewalk, and I see a boy on a bicycle coming toward me. It’s a blue Schwinn bicycle. The boy is probably 12, he’s thin and black. I move a bit to the side so he can pass but as he’s about to pass me, he jumps off his bike with a growl and lurches to attack me. I project my left arm in an attempt to strike him and wake up.
I’m in a very large building that’s housing hundreds of students of all different ages. There are continual classes going on and people are getting together to learn all kinds of things. There’s a scientific group that’s studying fish and when they’re done, they cook all these different fish in different ways and you can go eat them. There are groups of gay men there and I befriend one of them but when I want to talk to him, I come across a polyamorous group playing. I continue walking around and there is a group of girls that want to talk with me. Looking around, everything is so colourful and vibrant. Personalities, clothing, objects, everything has a liveliness to it. I’m considering my place in this environment. Does it suit me, do I fit in? The girls, I realize are hitting on my until I finally tell one of them that I’m gay. They’re really disappointed, but it explains things for them. I think a couple of them don’t care and continue flirting with me.
Thoughts: Another black boy on a bicycle… it’s like they’re guardians of something. When I start to make my own decisions, they pop up and scare me awake.
I wrote down a couple fragments in the middle of the night. One was of Kevin at an apartment. Something about a place to sleep with women at church and a large corrugated metal covered sliding door. Then something about someone calling April to jump over a wire fence.
Thoughts: Both had to do with church, and the fence is probably April’s croning.
I’m in a bar/casino, trying to sit on a barstool whose hydraulic post is not longer working so when I try to sit on it, it collapses and I end up sinking to the floor. I get the situation worked out and I have a pack of Durham cloves that I set on the bar next to me. A guy comes up and asks if he can have a cigarette. I warn him that these are cloves and they’re very strong. He takes one and leaves and I set the pack back on the bar. The place is starting to get really crowded and I suddenly get the feeling that someone wants to take my pack which is sitting slightly behind me. I look and it’s still there. I see the manager and waitress come by and get the feeling again. I look back to find they’re missing. I stand up and search around, mentioning to the guy next to me that my cigarettes are missing, and looking at the manager and waitress to see if they picked them up thinking they were empty. No luck. I look down on the floor and see an Marlboro box but no Durhams. I’m upset.
I was walking along the hall by some restaurants on a cruise ship. I had stopped near a Chinese restaurant and this Chinese woman asked me to donate something I had for a magic trick she was going to do that involved cutting her in half. I wasn’t really interested in participating in this but I did get a plate of Chinese food that I was sure had MSG in it. She finally went away for something so I took off. I noticed Marcel somewhere as I was walking but decided it wasn’t worth the time to stop and talk to him. Then I ran into Candice who I used to work with at Y! She wanted to tell me something about something we’d talked about earlier. She asked me if I’d join her at lunch with some other people and said there were good natural foods there. I really was on my way to the stateroom to go do the bathroom but was considering the idea when I finished.
I’m observing a conversation between a space ship’s captain and a man. The captain reminds me a lot of Kara Thrace. She’s talking and emoting heavily about taking her transport ship through some galaxy and there was some problem with their oxygen system and they wouldn’t have enough to get the entire crew to their destination. The crew drew lots to see who would be executed by the captain to preserve the oxygen onboard. Somehow, they were able to calculate when they might have to eliminate someone to preserve the oxygen until the ship got to it’s destination. They had put out a distress call but no one had answered. I’m not sure if they made it to their destination yet. I think someone finally answered the distress. The captain was lamenting having to kill her chief officer due to the lot he drew.
I’m on a hillside at dusk with a lot of people, probably 40-50. We’re moving camp I guess, because I think there’s some threat possibly? Someone that I’m with is also a person of authority and he tells me that the hibiscus that’s growing on the hillside needs to be moved to get a little bit of shade on the roots because the direct sunlight is too harsh for it. He shows me by replanting one in a cluster of rocks.
Thoughts: Another Kara Thrace… interesting. Makes for a good sci-fi story.
I walked into a room and a I think Sandra was teaching. I had a bunch of yellow flowers in my hand. The teacher asked everyone to pick up a drum or rattle and sit down. We were going to sing a song to Kindra. She asked me to be the vocal lead. The rhythm was a polka with two backbeat hits every other time and the end of every measure, I would say, “Oh Kindra.” She really wanted me to ham it up. It was pretty fun. I did a wipeout Beach Boys Kindra, a Bella Lugosi Kindra, etc. I think Kindra was a young woman that was there.
I’m at Andy’s and I’m looking for a dress to wear. I’m picking thru her wardrobe and I come across some that looks good while I’m seeing a picture of Andy tho I notice that she has a different complexion with freckles. I put on a dress and I too have freckles, especially on my chest, and my skin tone is really light. Next thing I know, I’m at a restaurant and it’s a Tuesday night. I really want to dance but there’s not dancing going on tonight so I walk out wondering where else I can go. I catch a reflection of myself and I’m wearing pumps and have a purse.
I’m by a river or on a old river bank, and there’s a guy that I’m worried is going to get out of hand. I telepathically call on an asian woman whom I know has a deep relationship with a faery. I know that she can help me with this man, so I’m waiting for her to come.
Thoughts: I can’t recall ever being a woman in a dream before. It makes me wonder if this was a past life thing since the picture of Andy was different than I know her to look like. The other dream was a lot like True Blood.
I show up at a sundance and the only person that I see or make a connection with is the medicine man or the intercessor, I’m not sure. But, I dance the whole day by myself and when the day’s over, I get in my car and leave, although it seems that I forget something and have to go back. I’m not worried about dancing the other days.
I’m singing Father and Son by a river. There’s a drunk guy there in a big gold Cadillac.
I’m with these two girls who take me to an astral projection school. It’s a pretty campus and the area that I’m taken to has free food, lots of seating, and lots of students around. Everyone is young, no one older than 30. There’s some discussion of techniques but I don’t recall the details.
I’m with the girls from the previous dream and this guy in his 40’s, blonde, muscular, tan, seemed northern European, and was a skilled astral projection teacher. Mel was with us. One of the teachers of the school was excited to have him there and wanted him to come in and teach. We were hoping he would do some work with us for free ‘cos he was a friend of the girls and we didn’t have money to spend. He was making us some sort of offer and we wanted him to make it better since there was this teaching opportunity for him and we were going to get him paid for it.
There’s a mud track like a motorcycle track and there’s I’m following a woman thru the twists and turns. I notice some tracks that go off the side and down the hill, a big oops. As we go along the track, and follow the tracks to see where they end up. It looks like they didn’t get hurt or anything, just a little shaken up. I’m possibly on a motorcycle, not sure.
I can’t recall if this was from last night or a memory from another dream, but I remember being in mom’s garage with motorcycles. There are lights and parts, and it seems to be dusk. I’m working on stuff, hanging out.
I was getting ready to a filming of a live song performance. I had worked out my guitar part to a song that required a capo that I’d forgotten to put on, and meeting the drummer (white woman) and the bass player or horn player (black man in a suit) for the first time. We knew our parts individually but had never rehearsed together, but the song we knew and there shouldn’t be any surprises. I’m getting ready and I’m going over the chords. It’s a cool song and I’m liking doing this. One of the people on the set is waiting for his grandmother to show up and a station wagon pulls up and she’s sitting in the passenger seat, watching. I think she’s been sick so it’s a big deal that she’s here.
Thoughts: I just pulled from my notes on mom’s garage and I don’t know that I have the dream correct, but I have a recollection of something. Strange.
There was a man that I’d met with long hair. I had the impression that he was very smart and a great musician. He went to a party. I’m walking thru the neighborhood near the old Pedal Shop. I’m wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. As I’m walking, I start ripping the shorts from the waistband down until they’re in shreds and I just have my underwear on. At the time it seemed like the right thing to do but now I feel as tho I’m rather exposed and it’s inappropriate. When I get to the street along the freeway, I run into the guy with the long hair. I ask him how he is and he starts telling me about this party he’s been to. He’s not speaking very articulately, and is speaking about some music he was playing that sounded exotic. I ask him if it was a raga because I can hear it playing in my head. He doesn’t know, “but the food was really good”, he says. He seems to be a different person that I expected him to be.
I’m in the kitchen of a house I’ve never seen before, and I’m arranging things in a refrigerator. Next, I’m in a room and it’s really late at night with two other men. One of them is a teacher and the other is a student as I am. The teacher is trying to help us prepare for a test. It’s a really big test that involves many subjects and this first one has something to do with mathematics. When we finish with that subject, I’m exhausted and want to sleep, but there’s so much more to do. I’m wondering how staying up all night before a big test is a good thing to do and I doze for a while.
I’m in a very large construction zone. I’m pretty sure I’m on a different planet. We’re digging a large hole for something and I have a post hole digger and I’m trying to fix something that is otherwise a mistake. I tell the foreman that it can be done and to give me some time. There’s a girl there that kind of getting in the way. I look around at this large valley that we’re applying a cut stone tile face to. We’re building what looks like a giant arena. I notice that there’s a construction of a table on four pillars that looks really precarious. Someone is calling to a woman who reminds me of Kara Thrace. I’m telling them it’s not necessary to wake her and I know she wants to sleep.
