I was a black man with a brother, mother and father, living on some island where we had been exiled to. Is was a nice place with some big houses and farms. There was some sort of boundary around what items we were allowed to possess and I had gotten wind that someone was coming to take some of our things including our mbiras. I was very distressed over this and took my gandanga and left the house, looking for a place to hide it. For some reason I had removed the row of upper keys and was going to dismantle the whole thing but was running out of time. I remember cliffs that had colourful houses perched on them. I found a chicked coupe near a barn that had a top that could be slid open so I stashed my parts in there and went rushing back to the house but I was too late. There was a large woman in the house that was just leaning down to pick up my deze that had two more mbiras in it. I was frantic but there seemed nothing that I could do. She walked out the front door and I followed her. Right in front of my eyes, she started shrinking until she turned into a small catepillar. I wasn’t sure what to do but felt if I didn’t do something, I would lose my mbiras, so I picked her up broke the catepillar into smaller pieces. I felt dread for killing it/her but I couldn’t think of anything else to do. It was then that I heard the army coming to avenge her. My brother picked up a gun from somewhere and went running. The army, thinking that my brother committed this crime completely passed my by and took off after him. My family and I followed them until they corralled him in this open space. Suddenly, while surrounded, my brother pointed his gun at me. I was thinking that he was angry with me for killing the catepillar woman and was going to kill me. He pulled the trigger and vanished. Everyone looked around in disbelief, trying to figure out what had happened too him.

I was walking along a road somewhere that seemed like the midwest. The land was rather flat and there were no trees to speak of. I knew that I was on the way to a location that was land that I think I inherited or somehow owned but was not something that I had much familiarity with. Coming upon this land, there was a sort of shack or group of shacks that I knew was used for pulverizing meat to make sausage. Most of the workers were now gone though because there was a huge scandal because the guy that ran it got caught using humans in the sausage. For some reason, he was still working there and not incarcerated. I feared him and thought he was grotesque and the fact that I had to pass by the shack where he was working was unsettling. I walked briskly along the road on my way to the main house where I was expected, the road forking over shallow hills. The road and the forks were dirt, about 12 feet wide, and lined with football sized white rocks. I turned back to look at the shacks in the distance and realized that I was being persued. I quickened my pace but could not outrun them. Suddenly behind me appeared a large white animal the ressembled a Russian wolf hound, kind of straggley, yet ghost like. It clamped its jaws down on one of my hands and another beast clamped down on the other, and they escorted my to the main house. When I arrived, I was greeted by a woman and teen-age girl. The girl had been told that she couldn’t really walk so she didn’t go to far. She told me that her feet were deformed and that prevented her from really going anywhere and rather staying around the house. I looked at her feet and her second, fourth and fifth toes were gone. I knew they had been cut off by the butcher and she obviously had no recollection of this happening, but this had kept her captive at this house by her own ignorance. I told her that she actually could walk despite her missing toes. When she realized this she disappeared for a couple minutes. Next thing I know, she had been beheaded and her head was lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

I was in an empty cabin in the forest and I had escaped someone. I was going to head out the front door when I opened it and saw this big black man with a semi-automatic rifle rushing toward me. I ran back through the cabin, through one room and then throug the next doorway when I found a bag of Kingsford charcoal brickettes on the floor in the doorway. I thought it may be my only chance of getting out alive so I took out a lighter and went and started setting the bag on fire.

I was driving in a car with a woman that I didn’t know. I believe that we were leaving a party or some sort of function. She was not driving very well and at some point veered off the road but managed to not kill us. She was talking about tomatos and how she was buying this very particular type of tomato that had been treated a special way to prevent sickness and disease. It simply was that the tomato was left with the stem attached and that stem was heated with fire until it turned yellow. Somehow, this caused the tomato to become cleansed. I didn’t understand how this was possible so, as we drove up this road, I suggested that we stop at this upcoming farm.

When we got there, there was a line of people. I saw Larry and Angela standing in line so I went up to ask them if they’d heard of such a thing. Angela didn’t but introduced me to the woman behind her who was some sort of vegetable expert. As it turned out, they were standing in line because they were waiting for darshan from this guru who was speaking. There was a crowd of people sitting and listening to him and what was going on. I read his name but didn’t understand it when it was spoken too me. I think it was Lakshmi, but I’m not sure. The tomato seemed to drift away from the conversation as we spoke of this Indian philosophy but I don’t remember any more.

I was driving down a freeway, literally down, at about a 6% grade. I wanted to go much faster than I was but there were kids all around me… they seemed to be walking while I was driving on a very large 5 lane freeway. I know I was doing at least 40mph but it wasn’t fast enough and whenever I tried to pass someone, someone else would get in the way. It was really annoying. Everyone was dressed in bright colours and seemed to be in their later teens and early twenties.

I finally reached the bottom of the hill. I realized that I had been talking to Mel on the phone and explaining my traffic frustrations with him. When I turned off after finding the driveway to the amusement park, Mel was in my truck with me and we were talking. I wasa subtley trying to talk him into going to the park and having fun with me because I knew that he was going to go home. I paid for entrance and was going to park the truck. Mel was still saying that he should go home and I was still trying to tell him to go with me and I would get him home at a reasonable time.

I was in the swimming pool of a large, 3 story Victorian home. I had a off white straw cowboy hat that had the sides turned up on my head. I took it off and threw it and it landed in the next store neighbor’s back yard. I had another cap, the purplish baseball cap that I wear. I threw it also and it landed on the third floor’s roof of the outside stairwell that ran up the back of the house. I wanted to retrieve the cap but didn’t know where it went. A squirrel came up to me and told me that he would take me to where the cap was if I would follow him. We climbed up the outside of the stairwell, quite a risky thing to do considering we were going a number of feet up in the air. We got to the top but I couldn’t ascend any further due to a lack of hand and foot holds… so I told the squirrel to go onto the roof to where the cap was and stop there. He did and I tapped on the underneath of the corrugated roof panel until I dislodged the cap and it fell off the roof. I grabbed it as it fell and thanked the squirrel for his help.

I took a few moments to take in the surroundings from this unusual height. The view was over backyards and into treetops. I located the white cowboy hat I had thrown earlier. I also noticed some very tall banana trees whose leaves were only growing near the top of the trees and very sparsley, leaving me to think that the health of the trees was deteriorating.

I was standing in the courtyard of a haciende style ranch house. There were some really tall trees beyond this large barn which looked to be fir trees. Out in the distance was a herd of buffalo, but they weren’t dark brown as I’m used to seeing them, but rather a reddish and blondish colour; very striking. I was listening to a very tall man who was talking about something the a woman named Eileen had said. Interesting thing that I knew that the woman he was referring too was my yoga teacher, Kimberly. He was commenting on her saying something about the redwoods being torn down or something. I realized that he shouldn’t have said that because it was innaccurate but it was too late. The large trees behind him started falling one by one. I was aghast and deeply saddened. Odd thing though: the trees falling started a stampede by the buffalo and they started running right at the house. We all turned and ran toward the house with the charging buffalo right on our heals. I was very afraid. I ran in through a doorway and turned to slam the door and saw a German Shephard also running the doorway with the buffalo right behind. I awoke.

I was in a little cove somewhere along the coast. Its a beach place that I’ve been before in my dreams. I was wading in the water and talking as if I was being recorded for a documentary. What I was talking about was this flower that was growing in the cove. It had been brought to the area by a woman and put in the water. The flower was a small and kind of a salmon colour. Since introduced into the water, it had quickly spread in growth, consuming all other forms of plant life. No longer would fish come to the area because they couldn’t compete with this flowering plant. It really was everywhere, it was amazing.

While I was there, a ranger came up and had gone into the station near the beach. I walked up and told him that I was a biologist studying at the nearby university and asked him about the history of the flower to this cove. He told me about the woman and her family that had brought the flower hear. He mostly described her husband and then 10 year old girl. The husband was very strange. He had sadistic tendancies, similar to the introduction of the flower to the cove, where although seemingly benign, did have some more sadistic motives behind what he did. He mentally showed me some art work that the man had created. Clown images, big smiles, some sexually obscure motifs, pictures of the family, with very crude painting around them… all very strange. I asked if the girl was happy, and there was a response of, “No.”

I was in a house with a large number of people and we were deciding who was going to get what room. I was the oldest. There was a girl who I think was Miranda. I was trying to persuade her into giving me something or letting me do something, I can’t really remember what it was but I remember joking to her about it and thinking she was finally going to give in. Suddenly, everthing changed.

I was in a room with an old woman. She had very dark skin and an old, wrinkled face. She was short and hunched over and wearing all white. Not a bright white, but more like a faded old white in a thick linen fabric. I was telling her that my arm just below my shoulder was broken. We were in some sort of grotto, lit by candlelight. Behind her was a large black wall.

I started to see red a green and yellow swirling cirles on the wall. They started to talk. I realized that it was my injury that was talking. It was healing itself my talking to me. The images changed as my energy grew ’til I was trembling. The voices, loud, authoritative were speaking out of my body almost as much as they were out of the images on the wall. I could feel a very deep presence and a growing movement or force inside myself.

I awoke.

I was sitting in the living room of the gfamndmother’s house. A frined was moving into her back room. As he walked in, he was carrying a tv. He said how much he liked my mom because she had somehow gotten or won 3 tvs and had given him one.