Had two dreams with similar things going on.
1) I walk up with Mel to a new estate he’s purchased. It’s at night. It feels a little eery. We’re at the gate which requires a code to get in and Mel asks me if I remember it. I don’t. Then he does and the gate opens. We step inside and it’s dark. There is a main house and another dwelling beside it. Both are dark grey and appear to be made from steel. I walk into the other dwelling and there’s someone there, possibly on a phone talking with someone about something that seems intense. I make my presence known before walking outside further into the property. There is a field beyond where there’s a night crew picking something. There’s also a large pond or lake. I ask Mel if that’s part of the property and he says no. I walk out there and as I do, it becomes lighter out. I noticed that there’s a fountain where people come on a regular basis. It’s like a large park and it is right up against Mel’s property.
2) I’m in a large house where there are a lot of people. Seems to be like a private class of some sort. We’re all doing morning stuff. I walk into the back yard to go to the corner of the property to go and meditate. The property butts up against a large lake. The corner of the property is partly submerged but there’s a pathway just at the water level to walk out to a meditation bench that’s been built there. Someone notices that I’m going and wants to take a picture of me walking on water. I have to take off my socks. I walk along the stepping stones until I get to the bench and I see a rock that has the name “Jethro” on it. I think of Christine.

I’m at a men’s gathering. I’m in a room preparing a very nice salad. I’m thinking about Kirby and that I’ve left him with this other guy and wondering if he’s ok with that. I haven’t seen them in a while. I turn to do something and accidentally fling the salad bowl onto the floor and salad goes everywhere. I ask the guy sitting next to me if he saw how that happened because I didn’t see a thing. He just kind of shrugs. I start picking up the salad from the floor. I’m deciding whether I’m going to eat it in spite of it being picked from the floor because it’s such a beautiful salad. A guy I know comes in and he’s really tall. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and no pants and he has his junk in his hand. He starts talking to me then tells me he’s going to go do something but he’s putting his hands in the air and almost hitting the ceiling fan. I tell him he should be careful. I go into the kitchen to find something to clean up the floor and a fork. There are no forks anywhere. I do find a rag.

Felt frustrated and upset about the salad. Felt insecure about Kirby.

I’ve taken on some sort of job working in a shop. The shop is run by some African American guy who also seems to be an importer of “other” goods. There are lots of African imports of clothing, masks, jewelry, etc. There’s another guy working there that I know. We get taken out to have a conversation about what we talk about in the shop. He makes it clear that he doesn’t want any talk about anything that’s too fringe. He doesn’t want customers freaking about. I tell him that I never talk about anything too fringe, but if one were to look me up online, you’d easily find something controversial about me. And when I get my book released, it may push things over the edge about me. He’s not too worried about it. He indicates that we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. We go back inside. The phone rings. It’s for me. It’s a client who wants to talk. The timing’s not good for me. I can see him in my mind’s eye. He’s a silver-haired psychiatrist. I know he has patients so I ask if he can call me between 12-1 for a lunch break. He says that’s perfect.

Air of drug importing or something shady going on. The shop is cool. Not sure why I’m working there.

I walking into what looks like a business, a large shop, multi-level. I’m with someone who has a dog, and another person. There’s a large hole in the floor in the middle of a large room. It’s yellow around the outside as if it’s had sulfur dug from it. It’s pretty obvious but when the person with the dog gets too close, the dog doesn’t realize what it is. The dog is like a chihuahua and something mix. Twice the size of the average chihuahua but the same color and features. It’s jumping up and down and accidentally jumps right down the hole. I run over to look and the dog’s still alive at the bottom, a good 40 feet down, in a pool of liquid, and it’s treading. We need to save the dog. I look around and there’s another room like an auditorium with high ceilings. I go in there and see some rafters that have beams, and on the beams is a very long white rope braided into an interesting configuration and attached to the support beams of the ceiling. I immediately get an idea to create loops at each end of the rope and lower them down and loop them around the two sets of legs of the dog and hoist him up. We’d put a beam across the hole and use that as part of the hoist. Two of us could hold the bean in place while the middle of the rope wraps around the third person and they simply walk away from the hole using their whole body to pull the dog out. I jump up to the rafters and pull myself up and start unfastening the rope from the rafters. I can feel the rafter in my hand when I wake up.

Feel rescue-like. I stay in the design of the dream thinking about the plan. Also curious about the hole. Wondering if that’s a body part or what??

I’m in a car with Sandra driving. She doesn’t seem to be in a good mood. Mel is in the back seat and we’re driving in a big city that I’ve been in before in dreamland. We’re close to a major aqueduct made from a river that was there before. Mel’s asking me about a location where it’s very peaceful. He knows that I know all the good locations along the river. I ask Sandra if she knows about Riverside but she’s not really engaged in the conversation. We arrive at a school. There are a lot of people there, some that I’ve taken classes in Shamanism with. They’re planning a big class to go out into nature to do something. A woman is talking to me about my experiences and about people I know. There are so many familiar faces, people that I think I’ve studied with in the dreamtime. The school room itself has relics from many culture adorning the inside and the room is on a slope. People are sitting against the wall, preparing for what’s to come.

I’m with the camper in a Latin American country. It’s daytime and I’m in a city. There’s a sudden stir in the city and it’s obvious that something tremendous is happening. I look up toward a mountain and there are floating shipping containers, cars, trucks and other large objects. I shout that it’s a tornado, someone else shouts that it’s a hurricane. I run to an intersection and look far off to see huge dark clouds. It doesn’t look good. I realize that I need to either get into the camper and go somewhere or just get a couple things out of the camper and take cover. The camper is right out in the open and I’m not sure this is a good idea. I don’t what happens next, I only know that I want my wallet. I end up with some people, but I’m never able to find my wallet. I’m traveling in a large truck or bus somewhere with some Spanish speaking kids. They don’t speak English. I beatbox for a moment and one of the kids indicates that he wants me to do it some more. I start beatboxing and the kids join in and for a few moments we’re creating music together. It’s fun.

I end up in a corner store with a Spanish speaking woman at a cash register. We start talking in Spanish and she’s helping me to speak better. She’s like a grandmother and seems to really care for me.

This is the second dream about needing to evacuate.

I’m in a building that I call home. It’s like a large warehouse. There’s going to be a crushing of the building that I can’t prevent. I’m rushing thru the home looking for what would be the most important things to take with me. I realize that I don’t have much time and if I stop to analyze everything to determine its importance, I won’t have time. So, I’m acknowledging the things that just arise into my awareness to represent its importance. My PRS guitar is heavily on my mind, so are my computers, tho I’m trying to figure out if I’m going to grab my external hard drives, and which ones I actually need. I’m trying to determine if there are sentimental things that are important as well.

I’m in a large auditorium and there’s a music stage. There’s a man with a band and orchestra and they’re just staring a version of Bad by U2. It’s actually pretty good and I start to dance. My dancing is like being on ice skates but I’m barefoot. I’m sliding, twirling and spinning on the floor, flawlessly flowing in and thru the music. It’s so wonderful that I’m lost in dance.

I’m in a sort of high tech facility with a woman and a man. They’re playing music. He’s a wonderful guitar player, playing a nylon string. She’s a singer. A woman walks up with blonde hair. I think I know her but I’m not sure from where. She says something about her not being alive any more and that they’ screwed up something, and leaves. I’m watching the guitar player who’s playing with both hands higher up on the neck. It’s fascinating. Then, I’m outside. I see the strange woman, except now her mouth has been sewn together in a weird way. She has a mark on her cheek from an implant, and she has a pink X that looks like it’s been sprayed across her face. I go to visit Ronnie and he’s in drag. The woman follows me. We go into a room where there’s a couch sitting against the wall in front of a large window. Ronnie sits on the left and the woman sits on the right. There’s a little girl outside the window and she starts to tear thru the screen. Ronnie tells me it’s ok. She comes thru the screen and window and is suspended above the couch. She’s sharing information with me which escapes me.

I’m playing with 4 yellow lab puppies. They’re SO cute, I just adore them. Them someone tells that one’s names Tia, and that one is going to Claudia. And another is named Dawn. This one has really floppy ears. I know that there’s at least two females and one male, but I’m not sure about the 4th. I don’t know who the owner is but I see them taking them for a walk at night. I’m really wanting a male, and trying to decided what the name’s going to be. In a semi-waking state, I name it Bird. Then I think about calling it bird dog which is appropriate for a yellow lab, yet kind of strange.