Travel and waiting, travel and waiting. I was at an event, but it was preparatory for more travel and another event. We were transporting a large vehicle of some sort... perhaps towing a boat, or driving a boat, maybe on the water or on the road. We had stopped at a large mall slash hotel place and parked part of our transport in an open-air parking complex nearby, and I had spent time in a hotel room. We were coming back here to spend more time, but first we had to deliver the vehicle, or maybe its cargo.
I dressed for a party in the dimly lit hotel room. My things were in the leftside drawers of a long, low dresser. I left and got in an elevator with a number of people. It was crowded. It stopped at the incorrect floor for me, but most people were exiting, and I decided I'd just walk the extra distance, so I exited and walked across an open-air mostly-cement structure, up some cement stairs approaching where my vehicle was in the parking structure.
A tall, menacing gangster in a long cape with a bit of a hip flare to him and two henchmen approached me in a fairly open space before the main parking area. They demanded the money I was carrying, and I dug into my two front pockets of my dress to give them all of the coins in them, hoping that they'd ignore the lump of my wallet in my back right pocket. I gave them the coins, and then lay down on the pavement face down, worrying about my wallet. After I laid down though, the bad guys were replaced or pushed out by a tall, similarly-flowing-20s-gangster-suit-dressed super slender woman who held no ill-will towards me. The henchmen were replaced by a large group of average looking adults arranged in a diagonal grid, as if they were about to engage in a fancy choreographed group dance.
One of the people in the group, near me, was D (RIP), with his hair cut short in the style of his weekly haircut [of last night's dream]. He was stuck in this group, in a form of purgatory - not unpleasant, just unfinished/unending, but temporary in that it can be passed through when one is ready.
There was a sense of enlightenment/nirvana/white patterns on the edge of the whole... but it was just beyond most people's grasp/awareness. There was the whole, but this was additional. I could see and touch the manifestation of enlightenment, but it was somehow exterior or additional to what most were aware of. It seemed obvious, and weird to be exterior.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Weeks and weeks of dreams
Since April 27 or 28 I have had vivid dreams nightly. They started as hard to remember, frantic, strange things that would disappear upon waking, but were clearly there when they were there. Over the past few weeks, they have continued, a couple per night, but finally calming a bit since Monday or Tuesday May 14/15ish.
I still haven't remembered the majority of them, but I recall the tone of them more, and some I have been able to remember bits of, to write up here, as I related them in other venues, briefly, right after they occurred:
Night of Fri/Sat, May 17/18
D's (RIP) Hair - haircuts weekly causing anxiety despite the knowledge that it would grow back perfectly by the end of each week. His widow still widowed despite his continued existence, a blue sky, and a little trail of tiny white cloud poofs out the window.
Event Day, with tropical sidewalk morning wedding banquet, to which I was not invited, but for a woman with whom I was not acquainted, and so it did not matter... plus I was to see all the same friends at a party that afternoon, except I had not packed appropriate clothing. Plus, J was missing his right arm below the elbow, but had a double-arm down to that point. J and AR were the most prominent people in this dream, though EH merged with J momentarily.
Night of Thurs/Fri, May 16/17
I woke up one minute before my alarm clock went off, with a major pain in my back, having had this dream that I pinched my back/spine somehow and asked R to massage it and then he pushed on it worse, which woke me up. Other dreams were had, but this erased them.
First calm dreams - Night of Tues/Wed May 14/15
I was reading my diary from when I was a kid - but there were way more entries than I ever really wrote in a diary and it started out like my old pink diary, and then progressed to become like my Ramona Quimby fill-in-diary and as I got older - to like 11 or 12, the pages started to have fill in the blank stuff and very 90s photo/drawing pics of him and it kind of jumped between "reading" the diary and looking up from it to see myself at 11 or so but I was a way more outgoing and cool version of me. Before that I dreamed that I was in a large bathroom, but it wasn't really a scary/gross-bathroom anxiety dream
Vaguely Remembered - Night of Sun/Mon May 12/13
There was an ant on the bottom of my foot, so naturally I dislodged it, and naturally then there were bees all over my legs and arms. I accidentally squished one of them and then was concerned the rest would start stinging me. I stumbled out onto a porch while someone went to find some incense to smoke them away. I did something that made them all fly off, but I can't recall what it was.
I still haven't remembered the majority of them, but I recall the tone of them more, and some I have been able to remember bits of, to write up here, as I related them in other venues, briefly, right after they occurred:
Night of Fri/Sat, May 17/18
D's (RIP) Hair - haircuts weekly causing anxiety despite the knowledge that it would grow back perfectly by the end of each week. His widow still widowed despite his continued existence, a blue sky, and a little trail of tiny white cloud poofs out the window.
Event Day, with tropical sidewalk morning wedding banquet, to which I was not invited, but for a woman with whom I was not acquainted, and so it did not matter... plus I was to see all the same friends at a party that afternoon, except I had not packed appropriate clothing. Plus, J was missing his right arm below the elbow, but had a double-arm down to that point. J and AR were the most prominent people in this dream, though EH merged with J momentarily.
Night of Thurs/Fri, May 16/17
I woke up one minute before my alarm clock went off, with a major pain in my back, having had this dream that I pinched my back/spine somehow and asked R to massage it and then he pushed on it worse, which woke me up. Other dreams were had, but this erased them.
First calm dreams - Night of Tues/Wed May 14/15
I was reading my diary from when I was a kid - but there were way more entries than I ever really wrote in a diary and it started out like my old pink diary, and then progressed to become like my Ramona Quimby fill-in-diary and as I got older - to like 11 or 12, the pages started to have fill in the blank stuff and very 90s photo/drawing pics of him and it kind of jumped between "reading" the diary and looking up from it to see myself at 11 or so but I was a way more outgoing and cool version of me. Before that I dreamed that I was in a large bathroom, but it wasn't really a scary/gross-bathroom anxiety dream
Vaguely Remembered - Night of Sun/Mon May 12/13
There was an ant on the bottom of my foot, so naturally I dislodged it, and naturally then there were bees all over my legs and arms. I accidentally squished one of them and then was concerned the rest would start stinging me. I stumbled out onto a porch while someone went to find some incense to smoke them away. I did something that made them all fly off, but I can't recall what it was.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Show
In the middle of other dream events, I wandered into a small old theater where a music performance along the lines of Current 93 or People Like Us or Swans or Tear Garden was going to happen. A bunch of my friends were there, though most of them were already in the performance space finding seats. I ran into a couple people, including DB at the concession stands, where we bought ice cream cones and popcorn. It was his birthday.
We wandered into the seating area, and on the left, back side of the space, I found a group of friends including AR, RS, and RB-L. They had taken a cluster of seats, and while there weren't many seats around them, in the back row of their cluster, RB-L was alone and had some empty seats, so I asked if I could join her. I was going to do that, but first I wandered back out to the concessions area.
We wandered into the seating area, and on the left, back side of the space, I found a group of friends including AR, RS, and RB-L. They had taken a cluster of seats, and while there weren't many seats around them, in the back row of their cluster, RB-L was alone and had some empty seats, so I asked if I could join her. I was going to do that, but first I wandered back out to the concessions area.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Islands, with a short cut bridge fail
My car had broken down and I didn't want to wait to repair it. My friend J came along in an old volvo and picked up my boy cat and me. I
convinced J to drive a shortcut back to the island I was trying to get
back to via a tiny, makeshift bridge-road, rather than the big bridge
that would go far out of the way and add an hour to the drive. And so she drove down the tiny bridge and almost drove off of it, but stopped in time to catch
the car, backed up, and then drove a bit farther and did drive off of it. The car disappeared as it fell and the three of us plunged into the water, feet
first, straight down, about 12 feet to near the bottom.
Boy-cat was near my head, floating down with me, looking annoyed at the situation. So as soon as I had less downward momentum, I pushed him upwards towards the surface, and then we all swam up, and I put him on my shoulders and we started swimming across the water, towards the far off island still. (Boy-cat appreciated the push and being on my shoulders. The water was a comfortable temperature, cats just don't like swimming...)
The drop through the water looked sort of like this... but underwater...
Boy-cat was near my head, floating down with me, looking annoyed at the situation. So as soon as I had less downward momentum, I pushed him upwards towards the surface, and then we all swam up, and I put him on my shoulders and we started swimming across the water, towards the far off island still. (Boy-cat appreciated the push and being on my shoulders. The water was a comfortable temperature, cats just don't like swimming...)
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Excerpt
In the middle of a much longer, fairly involved dream, I ended up in a public bathroom... possibly at a college or high school. I was in a large stall that was three toilet-stalls big... which was awkward, but not really. None of us were actively using the toilets. I was on the left (with my back to the toilet, front to the stall door) and directly to my right, a man was sitting in a wheelchair, and to his right, there were two women chatting in the third "stall" area. I had to go over to where the two women were, so I did that and grabbed something (maybe a roll of tp) and then went back to my space. I said something to the fellow in the middle to excuse climbing over him, and he said something back. He was strapped into a sleek, but basic wheelchair, was dressed in a fairly goth style, and some goth music, maybe Sisters of Mercy or similar, radiated out from him. I felt strongly attracted to him, and needed to talk to him more.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
House Adventures
Dream 1
We've moved into a new place. It's a house that was well known in college for being a party house, and for being very run down. But it's been fixed up quite a bit, so there are no major problems and there's fresh paint over even the weird patchy walls. The dominant colors are a dark grey and a dark brown, but there's a nice morning light coming through windows so that the place isn't dark or cold. The house is huge and the spaces in it are big and open with high ceilings. We're just renting a couple rooms in this shared house and it is super cheap - about $135 per month. My two cats look around, and spend a long time looking out the windows. They are not pleased with the space because it doesn't have the yard and wild lands that our old [waking life] place has for them to roam. There's a lot of traffic on the street outside the house so I don't want them to go out, but they find a way out and find a small patch of grass to roll around in. They are not happy with the house though, and I don't like them being outside with all the traffic. But the rent is very cheap so I'm conflicted.
Dream 2
I'm headed to work along my usual bike commute route, though I'm walking/hovering/not really paying attention to how I'm moving. At a spot which in waking life always has a bunch of older teens who smoke and drag babies around with them and seem to be heading to an alternative high school environment, all of that is going on. I try to detour around them, and turn right up a block I don't usually go up, and then I turn right again at the next block. This has become a very suburban street with cute diverse older-style pacific northwest houses lining it.
I go up the block and at the intersection the house across the street on the right side seems to be where the teens are headed for the day. Still trying to detour around them, I walk towards the house a bit, and find that the road curves steeply upwards towards the curb by the house. I can't climb all the way up it, and when I turn around I see how steep it was and don't want to go back down. So I walk along the side, neither climbing nor descending, and up the street farther. I climb a slight hill as I get to the end of this block (which turns the corner to the right, but deadends shortly after) and look up, to see the house at the end of the block looming over the rest of the neighborhood.
The house is tall grey concrete with a nondescript garage door in the center of it. About 2 stories up, a bulbous tree trunk and roots bulge/bubble out over the edge of the concrete structure. I go up the hill of the street to the right just till I'm to the right of this house, and find a way onto the house. This part that I've entered is at the base of the bulging tree trunk, and is made of brittle, but thick dark grey branches that encircle the trunk, all growing out in rings at about the same height, so that there's a ring of branches at my feet, and another ring at about my shoulder height. The lower ring goes out about 9 feet before curving upwards, while the upper ring curves upwards quickly, so that I can walk on the lower ring, while holding the upper ring of branches for support.
I don't trust these branches to support me, so I walk catlike testing each step, and having a good grip on two upper branches at all times. Walking clockwise around the base of the tree, I spiral upwards two levels. For a while, the lower branches are filled in with what appears to be a single layer-brick wall that is lying on its side, built with the branches for support, but they're crumbling and only one layer thick, so I stick to the branches as much as possible.
At the top of this climb, I enter a circular room, which is warmly lit as if by fire/candles and filled with deep reds and browns. The center of the room is dominated by a large circular wood table. There are fireplaces on both sides of the room, the left one framed in dark wood and the right one made of light grey stone, but there's no fire burning in either. There's a big pot of lamp oil in a corner, dark red rugs and dark wooden chests about the room, cozy clutter on surfaces, and overall the feel is that the room belongs to a wizard. There are no candles or other lights to be seen, except for one single battery powered mock-candle on a small table which is not responsible for the light in the room.
I'm struck with the idea that I should make a fire, so I start gathering flammable objects on and under the big circular table in the middle of the room. I put a sheet over the table am fiddling with a box of large matches and am thinking about pouring the lamp oil over everything, when someone else joins me in the room and tosses a bunch of quilts on to the table, wads up a sheet, dunks it in the lamp oil and tries to toss the damp sheet wadded up on top of the table too. I protest that they're messing up my fire and they respond with some annoyed comment and leave me to continue. I shift the other person's quilts around, put the wadded up oiled sheet under the table with my other kindling and salvage what I can of the lamp oil left in the pot, drizzling it over the table. I go back to fiddling with the box of large matches and wake up before I actually light one.
We've moved into a new place. It's a house that was well known in college for being a party house, and for being very run down. But it's been fixed up quite a bit, so there are no major problems and there's fresh paint over even the weird patchy walls. The dominant colors are a dark grey and a dark brown, but there's a nice morning light coming through windows so that the place isn't dark or cold. The house is huge and the spaces in it are big and open with high ceilings. We're just renting a couple rooms in this shared house and it is super cheap - about $135 per month. My two cats look around, and spend a long time looking out the windows. They are not pleased with the space because it doesn't have the yard and wild lands that our old [waking life] place has for them to roam. There's a lot of traffic on the street outside the house so I don't want them to go out, but they find a way out and find a small patch of grass to roll around in. They are not happy with the house though, and I don't like them being outside with all the traffic. But the rent is very cheap so I'm conflicted.
Dream 2
I'm headed to work along my usual bike commute route, though I'm walking/hovering/not really paying attention to how I'm moving. At a spot which in waking life always has a bunch of older teens who smoke and drag babies around with them and seem to be heading to an alternative high school environment, all of that is going on. I try to detour around them, and turn right up a block I don't usually go up, and then I turn right again at the next block. This has become a very suburban street with cute diverse older-style pacific northwest houses lining it.
I go up the block and at the intersection the house across the street on the right side seems to be where the teens are headed for the day. Still trying to detour around them, I walk towards the house a bit, and find that the road curves steeply upwards towards the curb by the house. I can't climb all the way up it, and when I turn around I see how steep it was and don't want to go back down. So I walk along the side, neither climbing nor descending, and up the street farther. I climb a slight hill as I get to the end of this block (which turns the corner to the right, but deadends shortly after) and look up, to see the house at the end of the block looming over the rest of the neighborhood.
The house is tall grey concrete with a nondescript garage door in the center of it. About 2 stories up, a bulbous tree trunk and roots bulge/bubble out over the edge of the concrete structure. I go up the hill of the street to the right just till I'm to the right of this house, and find a way onto the house. This part that I've entered is at the base of the bulging tree trunk, and is made of brittle, but thick dark grey branches that encircle the trunk, all growing out in rings at about the same height, so that there's a ring of branches at my feet, and another ring at about my shoulder height. The lower ring goes out about 9 feet before curving upwards, while the upper ring curves upwards quickly, so that I can walk on the lower ring, while holding the upper ring of branches for support.
I don't trust these branches to support me, so I walk catlike testing each step, and having a good grip on two upper branches at all times. Walking clockwise around the base of the tree, I spiral upwards two levels. For a while, the lower branches are filled in with what appears to be a single layer-brick wall that is lying on its side, built with the branches for support, but they're crumbling and only one layer thick, so I stick to the branches as much as possible.
At the top of this climb, I enter a circular room, which is warmly lit as if by fire/candles and filled with deep reds and browns. The center of the room is dominated by a large circular wood table. There are fireplaces on both sides of the room, the left one framed in dark wood and the right one made of light grey stone, but there's no fire burning in either. There's a big pot of lamp oil in a corner, dark red rugs and dark wooden chests about the room, cozy clutter on surfaces, and overall the feel is that the room belongs to a wizard. There are no candles or other lights to be seen, except for one single battery powered mock-candle on a small table which is not responsible for the light in the room.
I'm struck with the idea that I should make a fire, so I start gathering flammable objects on and under the big circular table in the middle of the room. I put a sheet over the table am fiddling with a box of large matches and am thinking about pouring the lamp oil over everything, when someone else joins me in the room and tosses a bunch of quilts on to the table, wads up a sheet, dunks it in the lamp oil and tries to toss the damp sheet wadded up on top of the table too. I protest that they're messing up my fire and they respond with some annoyed comment and leave me to continue. I shift the other person's quilts around, put the wadded up oiled sheet under the table with my other kindling and salvage what I can of the lamp oil left in the pot, drizzling it over the table. I go back to fiddling with the box of large matches and wake up before I actually light one.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Wind
A bus full of people with whom I was traveling was leaving without me. I ran outside to tell them to stop, but saw that if I ran, they would easily be gone before I could catch them. So I decided to fly over. I leapt and took off, flying low above the ground towards the bus, which was just starting to pull through the driveway. The bus turned down the driveway, somewhat towards me, so I adjusted my direction, and thought to myself that I should just ask the driver where their next stop would be, and then plan to fly and catch up with them after I was done here. But then, as I was correcting my course to fly towards them, a giant wind picked up and held me back. It was a strong wind across my face and body, and it blew me back to being awake.
This is the only time in a dream that I can recall that there has been real wind.
This is the only time in a dream that I can recall that there has been real wind.
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