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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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I’m sitting in large singing and prayer circle. Mike and Eva are there and when it’s my turn to pray and sing, they’re arguing about something. I get cross and tell them to shut up which they do. I bow my head to pray but I’m agitated and can’t focus. My prayer is taking a long time and people start talking about going to a lodge at someone’s house. Finally everyone disperses. I’m hearing that it’s a lodge for Thomas. I walk over and find Thomas wearing red lenses glasses, but he’s also wearing all red and black. I ask him if he knows what color he’s wearing and he says he does. There are people next to us that are trying to wade through a pool of water. I notice that in the water are two wolverines. They’re blue. Someone tells me that they like disjointed sounds so I start singing really off random sounds and one of them loves it and comes over and snuggles into me.

I’m in a Cadillac with a guy who I don’t recognize but apparently I know pretty well. We’re driving through people’s yards and crashing fences because the car’s out of control though I know that the guy driving is influencing it. I think we’re trying to escape from someone and being chased like in a movie. We’re next to the ocean along a sort of plateau on which houses are built and coming up toward a mountain side that looks like there may be a valley and I don’t want to crash into it. He crashes through another fence and pulls to a halt when I realize that it’s a ravine going down to the ocean. We get out of the car. There are rocks and logs holding up an embankment that’s keeping the yards from sliding away. He walks out onto some structure and I point out that the structure is hanging over the ocean. It’s beautiful and exciting.

Moon in Aries today.

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This guy in managing a large snake. It’s multi colored. It looks like a python but has the colors of a king snake. It’s moving pretty rapidly but it’s being held in the air by this man. It goes to the right to a woman’s chest and it poking at her chest with its nose. It’s making her nervous because its actions are rather quick, intimidating and relentless. I can see that it has big fangs and it’s rather worrisome. It comes closer to me and I really don’t like it’s movements. It’s getting a little too in my face so I take it behind the head in both hands and twist its body in opposite directions. I can feel its spine snap. I don’t really mean to damage it but rather to disable it. Thoughts of dislocating a snake’s spine flood thru my mind and I wake up wondering if this is really a viable way to disable a snake.

Waking up, I think about kundalini and wonder if this is a severing of uncomfortable energy.

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Saw a white tiger jumping down from a perch of rocks. It came down and went to a baby.

In awe of the tiger and how beautiful it was. It was most likely a male based on the size. Reminds me of the tiger that attacked Zigfield.

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I’m with a plain clothes police office at an apartment building next to a field. We’re looking out into the field at a large beast. It’s hard to make out what it is, but we know there’s a reason to investigate it because someone is scared about what it might be. I start approaching it and it comes toward me and I realize it’s a really big black dog. It look like a cross between a black lab, a mastiff and a doberman. It has white on the chest and it immediately takes a liking to me and I to it. I start talking to it and scratching it and notice its collar. I look at a tag on the color and the name on it is “Severed Raindrop.” I decide to try calling the dog Raindrop and he immediately responds. I’m wondering whether I want to bring the dog with me when a woman shows up claiming ownership over the dog. I think she’s Jamaican. She has a large curly head of hair that’s been dyed and is kind of orange blonde. We talk for a little while before I wake.

Feeling connected to the dog.
Interesting that it’s the first black dog to show up in a dream that wasn’t antagonizing me in some way. I wasn’t afraid, so maybe something’s shifted that I’m not afraid of any longer.

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I’m sitting in an office similar to mine now. I know it’s Monday morning and I hear the gardener and I think they’ve changed their day from Tuesday. I look out the back window and the backyard is not the backyard I expect. There’s a wall where the succulents are but it’s a different color like a light green, and there isn’t really much furniture or plants out there. I’m confused and wondering where I am. There’s a door that goes outside and I go thru it. There’s another house right next to this one with a walkway dividing them so the backyard is shared. Kind of like a duplex. I think I’m not wearing a shirt like I just got out of the shower or something. I go back in thru the back yard and arrive in an enclosed back porch. There’re are a few steps leading up to a kitchen back door. I go thru the door and there’s a woman in the kitchen. I’m unsure as to whether I should walk in because I don’t know what I look like. I feel like I’m in someone else’ body and I’m wondering if that’s the case. I decide to walk into the kitchen and notice a large frying pan with beans in it that are being heated up. The woman looks NA. She has nice brown skin and a full head of long, straight, dark auburn hair. She says hello just like she knows me. I walk thru the kitchen to the dining room when this song starts playing in my head. It’s a piano piece and it’s really catchy, poppy. I started working out how to play it on a piano in my head and the whole scene switched to that.

Bewildered.
I was pretty cognizant of what was going on. Like I’d moved into someone else’ body.

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I’m in a car with a woman and a couple men. We’re talking about doing a clearing. I wondering if I can get someone that I like and trust to assist me. The woman is dropping me off at a bus stop to take to the location where the clearing is happening. One of the guys is telling me that I’m looking for number 26. The location is out in the middle of nowhere. It’s desert, long paved roads, a large cement over pass. It cloudy and late in the afternoon and visibility isn’t great. Suddenly I’m in a room like library but also living room and cafe like. I’m talking to a man about another man who could be a possibility to assist. The man we’re talking about is very scientific and a little odd. We’re discussing his oddity and whether I can trust him to do a good job. The guy’s in the other room and I think this is the location where the clearing will take place.

Emotion: Not being sure
Day after yuwipi

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I’m with a group of people. I have my guitar and I’m playing an intro to a song that’s meant to accompany someone reciting a bit of poetry. I finish the intro and start moving back and forth over a couple chords for the poet to speak on top of. I think the poet is Andrew but I’m not sure. They’re familiar to me and definitely male. They don’t want to start. We and the group try to assure and persuade the man that’s ok, but there’s resistance.

I’m representing a girl who has gotten very sick. She’s the daughter of the president. The president is at a conference and I’ve gotten the number to his hotel room. I call and am talking to him, trying to get him to give the remedy for his daughter’s illness. He’s very practical and although willing to speak to me, not so willing to play. I ask him to take a deep breath and relax and say the first thing that comes to him but he’s resistant. He tells me that the thing that made her sick is the thing that will make her well. -It has something to do with getting pants wet and soaking with them maybe- Sonjue is there and I put her on speaker phone. Maybe it will help to have a woman’s voice. It doesn’t seem to go anywhere.

Emotion: Power feels small to influence another.
Thought: Maybe it’s about needing to do it yourself.

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Finally, I’m writing… I’m transporting a prisoner in a large black and white truck. I don’t know who the prisoner is. We stop at some sort of resort. It think I’m in New England somewhere. I’m visiting a family that may be my own. I meet two girls who are 18 and very wealthy and successful at being hairdressers. I think that they must appeal to a younger crowd. It’s a reflection of a younger generation that thinks they know it all. I’m getting ready to leave and I check that the prisoner is still there. I start backing the truck up but it’s so large that I can’t find a good place to turn around. There are many people around the resort and some are trying to help, especially since I seem to drive into a party. I get close to turning around and I know that I’m running out of time before something happens and I’m not able to leave. There’s a guy who’s part of a large family. It may be my family but I’m not sure. Then it happens… Mark Hamill lookalike shows up and starts taunting this other guy. There’s a church next door and “Mark” is the guy’s brother. He lures the guy into the church and I follow. There are others to follow but that fall on the wet pavement in puddles and are shocked by tiny electrical charges in the water. I follow Mark and the guy and a few others into a large music room. They start to play gospel and sing. I’m standing next to a large piano and start tinkering with the keys. I know I want to sing but I’m not familiar with the song.

Emotion: I feel like I’m not qualified to have this big truck and at the same time I am. I have the prisoner and no one questions my authority. I’m excited to play music.
‘Minds me of: I watched the Jake video that Brad sent me. He was young and like a minister online. He spoke in a way that obviously touches people in the way a preacher does. It was interesting and kind of simple pump you up kind of encouragement. Was it a message for me on what I should be doing? I usually that kind of stuff rather vapid. But apparently it worked for Brad. It reminds me of the ineffectiveness of psychotherapy. And maybe Brad has an entity, (the prisoner). Mark needs to use the force, music. Can I do it?

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