THis man and his son owned a horse. They would do these routines where they would have the horse in a ring where it would run round and round. The boy would try to snatch a pendant from the horse’s neck. At some point, the horse looked kinda haggered. The boy said that there was a split behind the horse’s left ear that indicated that it was worn out from the excercises. They brought in a vet who informed them that the horse had suffered from the rib break that it had when it had the accident with the dog. He felt that the injury was moving to the spine and that he’d have to put the horse down.
I was at some location where there was a protest going on. Is was at the shore of some very remote location that I’ve been too in dreamland. Other times, I can recall a fishing village of some sort. There’s a really talll mountain peak that’s mostly rock. Down below is some salt water lake or large estuary. I know theran island.
It was kind of hazy and there were many people camped on the shore. I had just arribed wanting to be part of something but I found the vibe to be very dark and somewhat depresssing. I was eavsdropping on conversations which is very unlike me. People were talking about one of the leaders dying or giving up or something and they were worried that the group was falling apart through lack of organization. I think I maybe moked a joint or something with these people and they had said something that I connected with and I toughed the back of a girl’s head and she flipped out. She jumped up and was asking me what I had done. I obviously invaded her sperosnal space and felt very bad for doing so. I apologized but she definately wanted me to leavel. I walked away feeling very alone.
I watched a couple come into the shore on a small floating barge. It was about 25-30 feet square and the man had been navigating and moving it with a very long pole. He and the woman were complaining about something as he moved the barge onto the shore next to a series of others that were there.
I decided at this point that I wanted to leave. I was walking along the shore and some scruffy kid came up to me and asked me for something. I shook my head and as he walked past, he reached his hand into the pocket of my poncho where my hands had been. There was nothing in there but I guess he thought that whatever it was that he was looking for was in there and he was going to take it. I raised my fist in the air at perfect striking point to his face and he receded. By the time I moved far enough away from him, my I was quite tangled up in my poncho which I needed to straighten out. Now, I felt quite violated and was determined to leave this strange place.
At the end of the beach where it ended and the mountain side rose up, there was a storefront built into the rock, kind of like a cave grotto. I headed there to find out how I could get out of there. There was no one in there but an older man in a phone booth smoking a cigarette. When he saw me come in, he hung up the phone and headed over to me. I asked him when the next fairy was leaving and he said on the 31st.
I was on a south bound train. I was thinking about a man who had been the CEO of a company before the dotcom bust and wondering if it was easy to do it then and if he still had the skin in the new era. It was 6:30pm and everyone was moving to the west side of the train to watch the sunset. A woman asked me if I would go to the bar and get her a povritac. When I went to the bar and asked, no one could figure out what that was. I went back and asked her, and she told me that she was a baby sitter, and that she was part of a group that would take the baby she was babysitting as others would, and bring them all to someone’s house and line them up just so they could sit back and admire all the little babies.
I was in a room that reminded me of the dining room of the house where I grew up. There were four birds there. One brown, one green, one red, and one white. They were singing. Next thing I knew, I was looking into a nest. The birds were laying there, not moving. I had to look close to discern whether they were alive or not because they were so still, but I then realized that they were sleeping, curled up in the nest. They were very small and very beautiful, their colours complimenting each other. They started to wake up.
I went to sleep last night asking if there was a way to get the father energy that I never received as a child so that I could move beyond past limitations and lack of nurturance and guidance.
The first part of the dream, I was with a person and we were at some sort of juncture. I observed a spot where two lines converged at a point. On the point was a sort of manhole cover. It was complex in it geometric design, made of steel, and very large. The lines were electrical and carried a very large current. I watched as white light blazed down the lines, meeting at the point and energizing it. The person and I descended upon the point and he grasped it with his hands and gave it a large twist. The world around us changed as if an entire epoch had gone by. The sky changed colours. I felt history sinking and vanishing into time. This person did this four times until we had arrived at a particular place, and time settled in. It felt like the past although there was nothing recognizable, just a large deep golden sky, a setting or rising sun, and miles of brown earth with this large steel plate or portal in front of us.
I was moving into a really old large house with Andy. We were moving stuff in and I was upstairs. The house was very large, Victorian. The white paint was crumbling off the walls. I was thinking about all the repair work that needed to take place and I was wondering how I was going to get the landlord to do it for us. We had finished the first load and had just arrived with another. I was walking into the side door and I saw the face of a dread-locked caribbean man who had pink eyes and white chalky complexion come out of the ground. I was unhappy about this and exerted a force to make it go away. I realized the house was haunted and I was not happy about it. I went up a dark stairway onto the second floor to the large room where I was currently moving stuff. I set down the box that I was carrying. I was looking around at the glass doors and windows that were open and hanging from the ceiling and wondering how all this work was going to get done when water started coming out of a light socket above me and getting on the clothes I had just brought up. I started to do some thing with my hands. I was envisioning large orbs of orange light pushing from my outstretched hands. I was saying some like, “Spirits, you must leave” or something with force and I was envisioning the cleansing and clearing of the place. I was very upset and putting a lot of energy into this and wondering if it was going to be enough. I saw through the window downstairs that Andy was there. Then the phone rang. It was my old friend Sean. He was wondering if we had finished moving in. He asked if we were going to some party because he was thinking about it. There’s some vague recollection of another part of the dream where I was with him but I can’t connect with it right now… maybe lost forever. Then I remember talking to someone about the haunted house. They were telling me about Count Spooky Scare. That his spirit was residing in the house. We were thinking that he was a myth but this person was telling me he was real.
It was daytime. We were taking three boys down to a place where we were going to execute them. I remember having a rifle with me. I don’t remember what they’d done. I leaned the rifle up against a chain link fence. A woman came up and I thought that maybe we couldn’t go through with it. Then, we were stnaind in the area where they were to be executed and my uncle Butch was alive and standing there. He was starting to open up about missing my dad. Then I think aunt Mary was there and she was holding him. Then I started talking about how my dad and I never got along but for all that I still loved him so much and missed him dearly.
Then it was night. I was standing there with Butch and he was telling me that he was seeing a girl. I was like who? I thought he was alluding to seeing my dad’s ex-girlfriend. It was a girl named Naomi who was blonde and young, about 25. Then I got to thinking this was a lesbian relationship.
I was leaning in a doorway of a bar or nightclub. This man came up and started talking with me. He was wearing army green clothing. I was aksing him questions and he kept responding like he couldn’t hear me. I came to realize that there was something wrong with him. I asked him where he was from. He responded, “Prospect.” Then he pulled out something that looked like a transparent pearl. He said it was oxygen and gave it too me. Then he left.
Nightmare last night about fitting keys into keyholes. I seem to recall it being nighttime, and there was a large white monster loose on the property. Another person or part of my self was keeping a lookout for it while I tried the keys.
