I was out in the ocean somewhere on some sort of expedition. It seemed to be work related tho I was out with a lot of people like the company did an offsite. I returned a little before most others and got to take a shower in the gym. I got to my office and my boss was doing some sort of rearranging of the desks. Most of my stuff was left alone. I left the office and went out into the ocean again, but a pier or dock. I climbed in and was swimming with these dolphin like creatures that were really dark skinned and seemed to be grouping with their mates. I had been swimming with many of these creatures and we were very comfortable with each other, but some of the mates which are male were a little untrusting and not so amicable. Some even had scars. I backed off so as not to intimidate them ‘cos I truly didn’t mean them any harm and actually really cared for these creatures. When I got out of the water, I went back to take a shower but by this time, many of the others had returned and used the bathrooms and they were a disgusting mess. There was food and floors, everything was in disarray including towels, shower curtains, etc. It was really gross. I went back to my office and discovered that they had moved my desk and things, but it was by a window and I could feel a breeze coming in which was really nice.
I recall being in a bed and I was trying to fall back to sleep and my dad came walking down the hall. I pulled the sheet up over part of my face and pretended to sleep ‘cos I didn’t know what kind of mood he was in. But he came and crawled into bed with me and it felt so good to have him be tender instead of mean.
I was sleeping in a large tent on the ground, near a house. Some guy whom I apparently knew came over to talk with me and wouldn’t stop talking until I ignored him showing that I really wanted to go back to sleep.
I walked into a restaurant ‘cos I needed to sit on the toilet and there were two toilets that were just sitting in the middle of the restaurant and there was a man and a woman directing people to them. Even tho I’d been standing there, women were just walking in and getting to go to the toilet while the men’s toilet line wasn’t moving. It was getting irritating. Then, this young guy came up and put his hand on my shoulder from behind and was steering me to move. It really pissed me off and I shook off his hand. Then he did it again and I went ballistic. I got up in his face and told him what for and freaked him out. I even motioned to assault him and freaked him out even more and he started sniveling and apologizing.
Thoughts: Two sleeping dreams is interesting, probably acknowledging what I desire, love and rest.
I had asked for some sign about whether I was doing the right thing in my life:
I was some sort of cop or security guard and I was watching a public complex and one guy on my force was a tall black man that I thought was a friend. He had followed two elderly people into the complex and robbed them. He ran out and I chased him thru the complex. I kept taking shortcuts that I knew but couldn’t get close enough. I even slid down a cement ramp next to an escalator on my feet which bought me a couple seconds but I was still behind him. I was thinking of yelling that he’d stolen my wallet. I couldn’t quite catch him.
I was out in my front yard (fictitious home) looking 2 or 3 doors down, and there was a large tree that was missing its branches. On top was a huge nest and an even larger raptor. I was like a cross between and eagle and a hawk. I watched it fly away to catch some prey and come back and feed to smaller birds. I was really curious and wanted to get closer. Inside my own house was Halloween party and people were dressed up in black and white costumes. I walked thru the neighbor’s yard which isn’t something I would normally do. They had a lot of junk in their yard. There were rivulets of water running thru the yard near the tree. As I got closer to the nest, I could the feathers of one bird spread out like a fan and they had a red stripe along the tips with yellow on the ends. The main bird flew down into the yard where I was and it didn’t see me, but I saw turn into a short man. I approached him and told him how incredible the bird in his front yard was. Another friend of mine walked up. The bird man was young, late teens or early twenties. He invited us into his back yard and there were two women who briefly came out to greet us. One was obviously his mother, the other his sister, tho she was a black woman, very heavy set and didn’t resemble him at all. I started asking questions about the bird that he seemed uneasy to answer. There was this parallel to me and the guy with me being Nick and Hank from Grimm and we didn’t want to let him know that we knew about him. The more I talked to him, there was water rising in the yard that was turning into deep rivulets. I asked him about that too but he acted like he didn’t seem to notice but was obviously nervous. His sister came out and made a sinister grimace. The bird man said something about needing to watch my kid and turned into the bird and flew off. I realized that my son was back at the house at the party and he would obviously open the door for someone in costume so I ran out of the back yard and to my home. The bird man landed on the porch, rang the door bell, got my son to come out, then grabbed him and flew away with him.
I’m standing in my back yard with Karen. We had built a large fire in a deeper part of the yard with a large pool or water right next to it. The fire would heat the water for soaking. While we were standing there talking, I looked up into the sky above where the fire and water were, and saw a huge pink geometric shape like a cut stone with beveled edges and angled corners. Below is was a much smaller one. It was beautiful and I commented excitedly to Karen and she responded, “Haven’t you ever seen one of those before?” She walked over to it but I wanted to get a picture and was looking for my camera. When I finally walked over to the water/fire, it had faded away. I watched Karen go into the water head first but the area she chose was really shallow and she was only a foot deep and made a big splash of white substance even tho the water wasn’t white. She finally crawled in and I called her Grace. A guy that was there said he wanted to show my something, so I walked over to a canopy and he had a large book. There was something about June 8, 1665 or so which was in interesting date. Suddenly the mandala appeared again, not quite as vivid as it was before, but beautiful just the same.
Thoughts: This the third dream with Karen in it. I don’t have a son, so who was that and why did the bird man want him? Two dreams with black people, after the other I had this week, more than coincidence. The home was not any I’ve ever lived in. It didn’t feel like Halloween.
I’m taking some sort of class near my mom’s house. I’m being taught to expand something, I guess in my energy field. I can see it and it’s like a grainy digital dress coming out from my body and I can get it to raise and extend far beyond my body. It looks organic as it’s mostly red, the colour of our muscles, but with fleck of other colours ‘cos of the digitization. I really that I need to pee and it seems that the only place I can is a bathroom in a house that’s across the street from my mom’s house. I’m wearing white figure roller skates as I role past my mom’s. I’m thinking that white’s a girl’s colour and I’m wondering why white. Front the street I can see thru her side door and she’s sitting there with some other woman and watches me skate by. I get the other house and walk up a short flight of wooden stairs and left into the house’s kitchen. I turn right where the toilet is and there’s a metal strainer laying on the floor and a heap of corn meal. I pick up the strainer and set it on the counter and realize that I was here just a little while ago because I’d picked up other things earlier. There are cobwebs and the place looks like it’s been abandoned some time ago. I feel a sense of unease being there even tho it’s the light of day.
I was with a large group of people from UCM and we’d parked in a dirt lot in a place that seemed an awful lot like the desert of Arizona. We were going to Corky’s place of work. It was a shop that was glass on three sides; the kind of place that may have been built in the 60’s, like an old tire shop or something. I can’t quite latch onto what the business was, but it seemed like a Planned Parenthood or something to do with public assistance. We stood around inside the shop chatting and then left. I got in my truck and was driving it into the dirt drive next door where everyone was parked but I couldn’t go as far as I intended so I parked and got out. I ran into Kyle and he started telling me something but I don’t recall what it was, but a conversation ensued. Suddenly I was with Kyle in a different room. He was holding a small roulette wheel, trying to get it to work, but the pea kept flying out. He was able to give someone a prophetic outcome from it but they weren’t numbers, they were names. He did it for me and my outcome was little thunder. Mel walked up and I said he must be big thunder.
Thoughts: Interesting about the roller skates. This is the second time in the last couple weeks the roller skates have been involved. This is also the third dream this week with my mom’s area in it.
I was riding my bike near my mom’s house. I was young. I was near where the old apt comes up to Magnolia and there were two paths I could choose. I chose the one that was a little more dangerous and when I got along it, these two black kids on one bike came up to me. One of them was talking to me in gibberish and I knew I was in trouble. I started pedaling to outrun them but my gear seemed to be really high and I couldn’t work up any speed and there was just no way to outrun them and they were coming up behind me. I had no idea how I was going to get out of this.
I was on Riverside Dr. at night. I was walking along and there was this guy on a skateboard with a fishnet on a pole in one hand and handheld grip on a pole in the other and he was coming up the street behind me picking up candy from the ground. I asked him what he was doing and he told me that people were discarding all of their chocolate candy and it was worth a lot of money so he was collecting it. I asked him if it was really good candy so he gave me some. I unwrapped it and it was a bit melty and got all over my fingers, but it tasted good. There were three pieces and all were tasty candy. The dream changed and I was with a group of people in what felt like San Diego, people were preparing for a music contest. The teams weren’t bands or anything; they were like tech teams who were assembling equipment. One team was trying to get their printer to work ‘cos they needed to be getting data in realtime. I saw a stack of paper another team had and what was printing on the top were strange figures that had been circled and made no sense to me. They were in the back of a large truck doing this. The contest was to be held in a house that I walked into and was talking to someone in there. He was telling me about the importance of this contest, that there was no other like it. The house was filled with people waiting for this. There wasn’t even standing room. Then the dream shifted again and I was with Natalie and I was discussing music while looking at rhythma.com. I was creating a new page that had a music player on it and I was loading songs into it. First was Island of Misfit Toys and it started playing, but it was a completely different song that I’d never heard before. Next was a new song that I told her the name of but I can’t recall it now. Next was Sinner… then I awoke.
Thoughts: These are the first dreams that have a location that I’ve seen before in days and both were near my mom’s house.
I was on the phone with Kirby and he said I could come over to see Wrigley. It was late at night and I’d just gotten back from a long trip. I went over to a house that I’d never been to before. I was in the back yard and I didn’t know which door to enter thru. I picked one and peeked in and it turned out to be the bedroom. There was a naked man on his knees who looked like he was praying. I bowed out before anyone could see me and picked another door. Here, I found Wrigley who ran up to me and laid on her back and I started scratching her. She was so excited, she kept doing that wiggling and moving around thing while on her back. It was SO good to see her.
I was looking up at the full moon and it was split down the center. I looked down and looked up again and it had a huge ring around it and it looked like a copyright symbol.
There was a spiral staircase where the steps were hanging by ropes. The first two steps were fine but the next 6 or so were hanging from one side only. It seemed like a test that if you could get by these broken steps, you could get up the stairs. I didn’t try them before I woke up.
Jan was planning a big trip to Africa and taking people with her. I wondered what her relationship to Africa was. I saw these forest canopies and saw monkeys and apes living in them.
I was in a hotel room working on something that had to do with computing something, then doing target practice with a gun. It was work related and rather important, but there were these guys in the room that were being a bit belligerent and getting in the way. It was a bit annoying. We ended up going to a party in a micro bus that had the entire back as a big bed. When we got to the party, people wanted to eat pizza. I got out of the van and walked away from it and when I looked back, the bed had changed to a round table and there were people sitting at it waiting to eat.
Like so many of my dreams, there was a haunted house. In my notes I wrote that there were two guys who were going to paint it, but I can’t lock onto the memory now. The thing I do remember is that we were sitting in a large convertible watching an incredible pink sunset. I starting seeing these winged creatures dropping out of the sky. They were partly like gargoyles and partly like angels. The guys I was with starting freaking out because while I was watching the sky, they said they saw small creatures run up and jump into my body. I never saw or felt them.
Thoughts: It’s interesting that Jan and Karen have both been in my dreams this week. Not sure why tho. The target practice is indicative of me trying to nail astral projection I bet.
I was at a house that was a new location for a Mexican family that I was associated with. They had taken this new house after the old place they were living was given up for reasons unknown. It was an interesting location ‘cos it was next to a couple of businesses. One was a sort of auditorium, and the other was a food and bar location, but not really a restaurant, more of a vending window. The thing that was most odd is that all of this was way off the main road, back in the trees. You wouldn’t know it was all there unless you knew it was there. I kept thinking that this place must get really noisy when there’s an event. I recall some pretty loud music at one point, but I could imagine it being really quiet when it was closed. There was incredibly beautiful peace of wood that the family man had found. It was literally glowing with golden inner wood, somewhat covered by bark. But the most amazing with this indigo coloured stone embedded in the wood. I was beautiful but it had been broken apart because it was very fragile. I felt kind of sad that it was broken. I asked where it came from. Someone told me that the family man had found it. It was a big deal to the indigenous population because it represented an initiation to find such a thing. I recall wondering whether this was the case on finding this here or not. It seemed like if this was so significant, the stone wouldn’t be broken, but I didn’t know. They didn’t seem to care about it quite that much so I was a little confused about what was going on.
I’m in Mazatlan, in the back of a store or club. At first, I don’t understand where I am, but I see Anthony. He takes me into the front of the store which is filled with electronic equipment, but there are also people partying in there. There are TV’s catching images of the people there, there’s a lot of music. I’m looking around and notice that Anthony is making out with a tall asian man. After a few minutes of this (typical Anthony) he brings him over and introduces me haphazardly. We leave the store/club and go out into the streets and are walking around. I’m struck by how clean everything is. There seems to be an order to everything that’s remarkable. The average age is young, but there seems to be a responsibility for everyone and no one’s leeching off the system and it seems really together. I like it there. We end up on a bus and I’m pulling up my pant leg ‘cos I have apparently injured my ankle and wrapped it with cellophane to support it. There are three girl tourists on the bus and they’re wearing clear plastic as well. I recall some big woman yelling out at one of these girls that she’s infinitesimally vapid or something like that. Next thing I remember, I’m with Mel, and we’re giving our bags to someone from a cruise line in exchange for tickets. Later we board at a different location but can’t seem to figure out where to pick up our bags.
I was standing in line at a movie theatre for a film with my mother. She was acting really strange and talking incessantly and wouldn’t stop. She kept incorrectly using phrases and the people around her kind of trying to ignore her. The escalator broke down and we had to use a staircase to go into the movie when they finally called us in.
Thoughts: Interesting about the Mexican family and Mazatlan, then my mom. Initiation that doesn’t seem significant to someone else, but does to me. In Mazatlan, a world that seems orderly with Anthony who doesn’t seem orderly to me at all, maybe describing an illusion. Locations are still unknown.
This guy realized that when he died, he could reincarnate as a piece of art work that would bring closure to someone else’s grief. He came back as a coloured mustache. It was gray, red, blue, and yellow and it was exactly what a man and a gallery needed. I saw the series of different facial hair arrangements and they were really cool. Beards, Van Dykes, soul patches, mustaches, all thick and overly stylized. They were made from real hair I think, then died and arranged on a board behind glass, in a frame. I think some of them were made from wire that was treated so that it turned into interesting colours.
I was leading a group of guys into a place I had worked in the past. We were in need of a place to have a gathering of people. This was a motel called Motel Hell. It was old, decrepit, and seedy. We walked thru to get somewhere else and it was strange that I even made the suggestion, and they weren’t too interested. We went by a park and there was a transformation of some sort, but I can’t seem to latch onto it now.
I was in a class taking place in a large room with really high ceilings. Karen was teacher’s assistant. I had asked a question about two teachers who were being used as an example for a point the teacher was trying to make. She decided to take a break and pulled out a book that had the info I needed for my question but only showed me from far away. When I got to the book, she handed it to me without holding the page for me so when I got the book, I ended up leafing back and forth continually but couldn’t find the page myself. Karen came up to help me, but ended up giving me this strange electronic reading contraption to take back to me seat. It was at this point that I noticed the people dropping out of the ceiling on long ropes of cloth. The were spinning and when they retracted into the ceiling, gave the appearance of screws rotating into holes. I have no idea if it was just entertainment or what else. I went back to my seat but was having a difficult time figuring out this reading contraption and was wondering why it was so difficult to get the info I was looking for.
