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Mel and I walk in the front door. On the floor of the living room is one of my parent’s suitcases open with clothes out. On top is a large black scorpion. I rush to get something to catch it with in the kitchen. I find a crystal glass bowl with hand blown designs on the rim. I rush back to the living room and put it over the scorpion. I hear a loud whirring sound and the scorpion spins around and around the inside of the bowl until it shatters and scorpion runs off. I have no idea where it went.

Concerned, worried

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I’m standing with Preston. He’s taking a large chocolate and irish cream looking cake and rubbing it on his chest. He’s taking large gobs of it and eating it right off his chest. He says that it’s easier to eat that way. I’m thinking of Frank Fools Crow and what we’re going to do at the dance.

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I wake up go to the living room. The house I’m in has a driveway similar to house my current home is arranged but the sofa is white. I’m very groggy. I look out into the driveway and see a dark car pull in. Behind it is a sparkly green mini truck. It pulls in and the driver does something, gets back in the truck and backs out of the driveway. I’m wondering who these people are and what’s going on. I head to the kitchen and find a young African American man in the hallway. I look into the kitchen and find that it’s been gutted and the house is being raised on supports. I ask him what’s going on. He tells me that they’re doing some needed renovation. I’m assuming the owners want this done.

A bunch of workers are suddenly around, taking stuff out of the house and figuring where they’re going to make modifications to piece apart the house so continue raising it. A young woman comes in to speak with me. She offers me Cheetohs. She’s very friendly, in fact, everyone is. I walk outside to see all the things from inside the house on the outside. Many things have disappeared including the stove, all the pots and pans, and just about everything else from the kitchen.

I walk down the street where it seems is the head of operations. I’m speaking to a general contractor and who seems to be the project manager. We’re talking about who ordered this and things feel a little sideways. I ask to see the original contract. This triggers a series of movements. People start cleaning up and moving vehicles. People start disappearing. I suddenly realize that I should be getting pictures and videos of people and license plates but it’s almost too late. Everyone’s leaving. I’m worried this is all a ruse to steal everything I own.

Moving from happy and curious to scared. The house is a different house.

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I’m in Georgia’s class and a man named Alan comes up to me and he’s trying to take something from me. It’s very disconcerting because he’s violating my space. I’m able to send him away but I’m not pleased with the situation.

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I’m in a large tent with a lot of people. Big like a circus tent. It’s at night and the tent in next to a small. There are a lot of people inside the tent. I’ve been chatting with others about things but choosing to stand near and entrance that’s looking down an avenue alongside some buildings. Suddenly an enormous bird flies away from me down the avenue. I step outside as it’s flying to get a glimpse of it but it’s night and there aren’t enough lights illuminating it. Then… a reindeer is running down the avenue after the bird. Now, I know it’s a reindeer because it’s all dark brown and very thick like a bear. I have no idea why I believe this to be a reindeer but the word is bouncing through my head though I know it looks more like a long legged bear. I chase after it and it turns right at a street corner and starts heading up a hill through stands of people. I continue to follow it up the hill to a group of people where a man catches it. When I arrive there, someone says he’s a sundancer and we should listen to him. He’s hold a clutch of these reindeer. He says that one of them did something and was attacked by seven of them. He stepped in to stop them from hurting the one.

Confusing as I don’t know what kind of bird it was, nor why I consider these reindeer when they don’t look like it.

Feeling of wanting to save.

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There’s a hallucinatory experience happening spontaneously. I don’t know where it’s coming from but I want to find out. I see a plant that’s dried up. It looks like lotus pods, but deeper and lighter in color. If you brush up against it, it releases a rich brown colored power. Even if you get this transdermally, you get the effects.

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I’m in a deep blue sea, a bay, treading water. It reminds me of the Riviera. A huge whale breaches and scares the hell out of me. I think the movement and swell of the water is going to consume me but it doesn’t. However, the whale, very dark, swam around me, creating a drag on the water current that pulled me toward the shore. I wondered if it was going to eat me but it didn’t take any opportunity to do so. It had something else in mind. As we get to the shore, I realize that the whale it communicating with me telepathically. It’s telling me that it needs help. It has an eye infection. I realize that I know the perfect person to heal the eye and I somehow summon them to bring an antibiotic. They apply the antibiotic to the whale’s eye and it gets better almost immediately. I’m so grateful to both the healer and the whale. We share a bond. I see the eye up close. It’s beautiful and I start trying to draw and paint it in my mind to hold onto the eye in its healed state.

Fear, exhilaration, healing

Whale, keeper of the planet. Reminds me of the story of beings coming to the planet and some so excited that jump from the windows of the spaceship into the ocean and become the whales and dolphins.

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Wrigely came and visited me. She came in to my childhood bed room and bed and laid with me. We talked about how she wanted to be with me. I asked if she wanted to incarnate again. She said she came to be with Kirby and wanted to be with me again but wasn’t sure how that would happen. She said she has not reincarnated yet. I asked if she wanted a particular body. I saw another lab with a black nose that wanted to be pink. I hold her dearly and am so happy to be with her again.

The tube that I’ve been looking for shows up with a giant piece of bamboo that an asian woman is cutting. The inside is variegated green and white and the outside is about 4-5in. in diameter. The woman is cutting and breaking it apart. She has a small tube. I ask her for it.

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I was invited to sit at a drum.  The leader was a big N.A. man with long black hair.  He was showing me a pattern of call and response that was slightly different than on the sundance drum.  Songs were passed around the drum, each person in succession calling up a new song.  The person would call out the pushup for the song, repeat it, then the group would sing out the pushup, repeat it, then go into the song.  The songs were a bit on the longer side and would not go back into the pushup.  I spoke with the drum lead who was teaching me the process and songs and one of the songs he brought up sounded like a sundance song and he knew what song I was talking about.  It was then I realized that this was a bear drum and these were bear songs.

This group was basically welcoming me into one of them.  They gave me a stick that was very unusual.  It was shaped like the representation of a rising bird, like a line with a triangle in the middle.  It was very old, wrapped in leather and had fringe on it.  You would never know it was a drum stick.  It was beaded, and decorative, but very very old.  It had been used a lot.  The leather was very dirty white colored, or very washed out tanning.  After using it for a while, we stopped drumming.  For some reason, I jammed the point into the ground.  I couldn’t imagine why I thought this was a good idea.  I ended up breaking the tip.  I told the person who gave it to me, and apologized.  They didn’t seem to care.

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