I’m saging in a half circle. That means that there’s a half circle that’s about 12ft. in diameter. I kind of see it in black and white. People are moving thru this circle and I’m taking care of saging them with others. We’re all governed by a woman and we’re all Native American except for a few white people. She is reprimanding others about not doing an appropriate job saging and cleansing but not me. My work is done well and I seem to be senior at doing this work. In fact, I’m not someone that would ever need reprimanding.
I’m working in an office but I can’t work at my desk. There’s nothing inspiring there so I’ve moved all of my stuff to a couch in the hallway. A woman that reminds me of Sue walks out the door near the couch. She looks at me and gives me a funny look like, “What are you doing on the couch?” Claire walks by and does the same thing but she gives me a funny face. Mike L. walks up and starts to talk to me about something and then starts graffitiing on the cube wall across from me. The woman whose cube it is peers out and asks him what he’s doing. He’s painting what looks like a big yellow and orange sun on the wall.
I walk into a restaurant with a group of people and we have to order individually from a counter. It reminds me of the pizza shop that the Bettencourts went to last year. I’m the last to order. I’ve propped myself up against the counter with my feet up against one side and I’m kind of laying across the are where you place your order. There’s a girl taking my order. When we finish, I turn away from the counter to meet the people I’m with, however they’re all gone. They’ve eaten their food and left.
I’m at a lodge. I’m not white. There are only natives there. I’m getting ready to sweat before a dance. I’m just a participant and the protocol is a little new to me. We setting up some regalia or other things we’re wearing to the side. There’s an altar and a line created with some green sticks on the ground. I’m not to cross them but the area is tight and I accidentally do so. Someone reminds that I shouldn’t cross the line. I’m taking of beads from my neck. There are drums there, skins, other bead work, a dressing area with skins for the women. It feels like a sophisticated and rich culture.
The dream switches and I’m at a different place waiting for a lodge I believe. I have a rattle that is flat on top with three round shapes covered tightly by a skin. The rattle has a really nice sound and someone asks me if I’m going to keep it after the ceremony. I tell them yes as I set it down to attend to something else. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a girl who’s walking around collecting things pick up my rattle and walk away. I call after her but she doesn’t hear my so I have to chase her down and reclaim my rattle. As I head back to where I was sitting, right in that spot is a beautiful large drum just like how John S makes them. I start playing it. A native man walks up and sits down. He starts singing a song and then starts a teaching about it. He’s talking about the number 1, and that if you have two 1’s, you have 11. Each lung is a 1. When I awaken, Ben’s morning star song is in my head.
I’m in Sandy’s healing room on her table. We’re going to do a session. I ask her how she’s been and she tells me that there’s a girl living out in the desert nearby. She’s surviving on roadkill and other things like a scavenger. It’s as though she has a mission. Sandy tells me she’s been working with the girl. The girl has a series of pink lights configured in a large array that point toward the sky. She tells me that they radiate everything around. She asks me if I can tell. I reply that indeed I can tell that she’s glowing with the pink light and so is her room. She takes out a handful of crystals, mostly green tourmaline and asks me to choose one. There’s one in particular that attracts me and it’s watermelon quartz. The colors are very nice and when I select it, she says that she knew I picked that one as I picked it last time, and so did Woods. There’s a tiny piece of green tourmaline that’s barely bigger than the tip of a shoelace and I say that I want that one as well.
The dream shifts and I’m standing in the front window of a house looking out at the roadside. There’s a large scrolling light sign in front, similar to what you see as freeway warning signs. I realize that I have a Google app on my phone that controls the message. I announce this to other people in the house before walking outside to get a better look at the sign which is perpendicular to the road. I’m thinking about what message I’d like to program when I notice that the lights themselves aren’t laid out in a way that gives simple word messages clarity. There are lights that have been removed and repositioned, and some are purple and in a filigree patterns.
I’m standing in David’s kitchen looking toward the dining room. A man with long scraggly blond hair, in his 60’s or so walks up and tells me that David’s teeth are in trouble. I think he mentions something about traveling but it’s hard to put my finger on the memory. David comes up and his two front teeth are twisted and he’s had most of his other upper teeth removed and having work on done to accommodate a false upper teeth.
I feel a bit shocked.
I’m driving down the freeway in my Datsun truck. I hear a loud bang and realize that I have a flat. I’m going uphill and want to make it to the next exit but end up pulling over before it. I get out and see that my driver’s side front tire is blown but I’m thinking that I overheated at the same time. I pop the hood and there’s someone there with me that I tell that I may have blown the head gasket as well.
I’m in a room with about 10 people. They’re waiting for my as I’m on a business call. When I finally hang up, there’s a guy talking about cars. The room is white with a white couch and sofa. Elaine and Vayana are there. Suddenly the dream switches and I’m in a mechanic’s garage. My car has the wheels off and he’s getting ready to put them back on. He had the wheel from another car there. It’s a cheap chrome mag with a really expensive tire on it which I find odd. The dream switches again and I’m in a house that remind me of my mom’s. I’m with a woman and we’re discussing business papers. A white dog comes in. It looks half yellow lab and half Australian shepherd. The hair is long but shorter than the shepherd. It has one brown eye and one blue eye. It looks and me and walks away. I’m trying to remember the dog’s name. I say, “Coco” and the dog runs over and jumps on me. As I follow it thru the kitchen to the fridge where I see that it has torn things off the fridge and been chewing on them. There’s a magnet of a chicken, two tape dispensers and some other things chewed on the floor. The woman is standing there and I feel embarrassed. I know that I need to spend more time with the dog, taking it for walks and playing with it. I pick up the tape dispenser with the fake wood sides and start snapping it back together. It looks rescuable.
It’s interesting that I’ve had two dreams of this white dog jumping on me. I’ve asked what it represents but haven’t gotten an answer so far.
Interesting about Vayana and Elaine since I’ve been thinking about them with the forgiveness exercise. I’m getting the wheels back on the car. That’s a good sign. I feel good about that.
I’m driving up a very slippery road to get to someone’s house. I park the truck and start walking along a roughshod walkway and railing system that’s been bound together with rope and some large bails of stuff. I get to the back door of the house and the man I’m there to see calls me in. First I see his kids. They’re all in the covered porch doing things. He’s at a wood burning stove doing something. I start talking to the kids first. We all are going to a restaurant/pub for food. We walk out an into the town. It’s really cool that’s just snowed and everyone is out and about doing things. Such a community. I’ve never seen anything like it. I recall seeing a dog laying on the ground as we walk to the pub. Someone reaches into my sweater with a warm furry hand and puts it on my chest. I carry that feeling with me as I follow one of the kids to the bathroom. He goes into the first stall. There’s no urinal or toilet in the second, so I go into the third while I’m having a product idea. It’s a funnel that you hang in your urinal to give the guys something to do. It has a volume detector and if you get enough urine to pass through it, you’ll win a beer and it make a special noise. I tell the kid about this but he doesn’t get it. We eventually head back to the house where I’m supposed to be collecting money for something from the man which I think is the reason that I’m actually there in the first place. I’m commenting on how I love this community. There’s a comment that everyone knows each other’s business, but maybe that’s ok. I’m trying to remember the name of the place. Grant’s Pass comes in.
I end up inside the house getting ready to do a rune reading for some woman. I’m naked. This is coming as a surprise and I’m looking around for my stuff, rune cards, and some other things. I only have the cards and no clothes but that seems like enough to do a rune reading so away we go. I asked her if she’s ok with my being naked. She doesn’t say anything, just kind of shrugs like, get on with it. I do a spread and explain it to her. There are 4 cards on the left the represent the directions. 2 cards to the right, above and below. 6 cards on the bottom which are 3 pairs of opposites, past, present and future.
I’m on the floor. A huge dog has come up and is standing over me. It looks a lot like Sheveyo. I hear an odd ticking sound. I’m scratching the dog’s neck. It’s owner is nearby. There’s a little bit of tension because the dog’s so big and I think others nearby are worried but it’s ok. It’s a beautiful dog and I want to play with it.
I’m walking down a city street near a park. I have a dog with me that looks like a chocolate lab. In my mind, I’m listening to a really cool bluesy jazz song in my head, or it’s playing around me. I’m thinking that it would be a cool song to cover but I can’t place the song. It sounds familiar. I’m watching my dog run ahead of me off leash. It’s getting to a signal at an intersection and I want it to stop. As it reaches the intersection, the dream changes and I’m in the air at night watching a car drive on an ocean front road. It’s going pretty fast. I’m noticing that the road is designed in a such a strange way and there are times where there’s no pedestrian route. The road turns in unpredictable ways and there’s a lot of green paint for some reason. I’m still listening to the song and I realize that it’s The Who’s “Love Reign Over Me.”
