AT THE AIRPORT

I am in an airport terminal.  Aside from the one security officer that is processing me, there is no one else around in close proximity.  I am aware that there are other people in the background which is in shadows.

I am given a bunch of papers that I need to fill out.  One is a very pretty folded card, brightly decorated with spring-like pictures, and I am told that this is very important, because this will be the card that will enable me to move freely across the border both ways.

I feel rather confused by the whole process, wondering how I managed to get into this situation.  However, I take the papers and go to a place where I can fill them out.  Strangely enough, the only other thought as I do this is that now I'll be able to go to SCA events and SF-F cons in the States, should I ever want to do so. 

The security officer is a middle-aged man, wearing black pants and a white shirt.  He is rather heavy-set, with thinning brown hair that's streaked with gray.  He is very pleasant and courteous.  As I am filling out the paperwork, all standard stuff, he keeps hovering around me, which I find slightly annoying.  However, I do recognize that he is simply lonely, and likes the fact that there is someone there he can talk to.

In the distance I hear the sound of an airplane taking off... 

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FLIRTING WITH DOCTOR WHO

Oh, this dream was nothing short of a delicious romp!!  Here goes:


I am living in a very large old building which has a beautiful wide foyer with a sweeping staircase curving off to the left.  The floors are all hardwood, worn to a creamy yellow colour but polished with a matte finish that gave a warm glow to the entire structure.  I am walking around with some friends, either heading to or coming from my apartment, and someone says, "I just love the way all these alians co-mingle on Dr. Who!"  


"Co-mingle!", I respond in mock horror, "Oh no!  They would never 'co-mingle'!  Can you imagine what would happen if say the Ood would 'co-mingle' with a Darlik?"  We all laugh at this image, coming up with all kinds of impossible combinations.  At the staircase, my friends go off and I say goodbye to them.


From the corner of my eye, I see something materialize in the dark shadows down the hall and smile as I recognize the TARDIS.  The Doctor (Christopher Eccleston) and Rose walk out and I go to greet them.  Rose says she needs to take a bath, why doesn't the TARDIS have a bathtub, where can she take a bath?  And I show her my apartment and leave her to it.


Other people walk through the foyer, and I wait for them to leave, before greeting the Doctor in a more personal way, by going up to him and giving him a warm hug.  "I've been waiting for you for a long time", I say, "And I would love to be your companion.  Besides, I'm much closer in age to you than that little girl is."  He laughs, and arms around each other, we walk around, just chatting easily, waiting for Rose to finish her bath.


A slight commotion at the end of a hallway arises.  A group of people gather there, and we walk over to investigate.  Now things turn serious, in the Dr. Who sort of way, for there is Rose, shrunk down to a size of a large doll, a miniature form of herself.  She is sitting on a cushion on a shelf outside an apartment, dressed in a sheer white gown, all pink and white, a true Rose.  I give the Doctor a quick kiss on the cheek, and leave him to deal with figuring out what happened.  An episode, "Waters of Mars" crosses my mind, but I know this is different.  One of my friends comes to me and tells me this is very disappointing, that I belong with the Doctor, not she.  


I look back at this perfect miniature woman and scoff at the notion.  "She is absolutely stunning and has the brains to match," I say.  "They definitely belong together."  


All I feel now is joy at the knowledge that I had personal contact with The Doctor.

BEARS AND FLOODING

I can remember only two images from my dreams last night.  I don't know if they they were connected in any way or whether they were two separate dreams.  Here they are:


First Dream


I am walking outside in a forest with some friends.  From behind the tree steps out a huge dark brown bear.  He walks directly towards me, ignoring everyone else.  I panic but think if I stay very still, "play dead", he will leave me alone.  It takes every ounce of self-control not to flinch as he lumbers over me.  He is suffocating me with his closeness, his musky fur filling my nose and mouth, his breath hot on my face.  He is straddling me as he slowly makes his way, sniffing me out, until his massive chest is directly over my head and all I am aware of now is the deep, thunderous thumpa-thumpa of his heart, which just for an instant, I can almost see glowing through his fur.  After a few seconds, he lumbers of , while my ears still reverberate with the beat of his heart.  


I sob quietly with relief, respect and awe, because I know that I have been paid a visit by the ancient Albion God, Artor.


Second Dream


I am in an old house and there are many people there with me. It feels like we're using this old building as a way station, but somehow it's familiar to me.  I know that there are stacks of books in the basement, and I am hoping that they can be rescued. 


It begins to rain outside.  None of us can sleep.  I sense more than hear that something is very wrong in the basement.  We all look at each other, and I know others have felt it too.  Someone, a young man, goes to the basement door, and cautiously opens it and instantly we are all overwhelmed by the flood that has built up behind it. The water is right up to the top of the stairs, and is now of course washing all over the us.


All we can think of is the now irrevocable loss of books, knowing that we have missed our opportunity to save so much old knowledge.

BATHING MY SON, POOLS OF FROGS, ADMIRING MASK AND FAN

My nap today brought me this dream today:

The setting is murky, but I feel like we're on the move, escaping something and migrating towards somewhere else. I find myself holding onto a young boy who I know is my son.  He is about 8 or 9 years old, very thin and ill, but alert and cheerful.  We finally come indoors and I set him down on a table and realize that his cheerfulness is forced by some kinds of narcotics he's ingested.  His illness is also caused by this.  I take off his shirt and am shocked at his skin - it's pasty, feverish and damp at the same time, and also covered with scabs and dirt.  I tell him that he will need a bath and am startled by his reaction - he panics.  He tells me that bathing is not good for him, that he will just melt away in the water and not come back.  Nevertheless, I do get a basin of warm water and gently begin to wash him without actually immersing him.  He calms down and I am able to get on with the job.

The scene changes and I am now in a theatre.  The auditorium is empty, and it is my job to go up the stairs along the rows of seats and make sure all the aisles are clean.  As I am doing this, I notice that the stairs are edged with beautiful small pools of water.  Some have coloured sand in the bottoms of them, while others have thick vegetation.  I see movement, which is now in every pool.  Soon, a small brilliant red frog emerges from a container filled with yellow sand, and before long, these little frogs, of every jewel tone are hopping to and from these pools.  I am afraid that they will over run the seats and aisles, but they very neatly contain themselves to their containers.  Eventually all motion stops and all containers disappear beneath the floor.

Once again the scene changes, and I find myself with some SCA friends.  We are outside, a warm sunny day, green grass and trees all around us.  I am sitting with Her Excellency Genvieve under a large white sun shade umbrella.  She is also dressed in brilliant white.  We are laughing and talking about various stuff.  She shows me a beautifully tooled white leather mask and fan.  Tiny white sparkling beads are worked into the items, sending unexpected ripples of light through them.  

I try on the mask, which is on a long piece of pale wood, and we laugh again...

CIRCLE OF TIGERS

I can't remember dreams exactly from last night, but when I woke up at one point and opened my eyes, I found myself surrounded by faces of tigers. They were just looking at me, and then faded within about 10 or 20 seconds. I love these felines!

According to Animal Speak, tigers represent passion, power, devotion and sensuality. They move in slow and silent manner, are solitary for the most part. In Hindu traditions, tigers are sacred to the Goddess Kali. I have a very strong feeling that this image was sent to me so that I would pay attention to what this Goddess will now be teaching me. I give honour and thanks!

MOZART PLAYS FOR ME...

I am in what feels like an old-world pub, but the background is very indistinct.  I am sitting at a table with another woman and a gray-haired older gentleman who is dressed in the height of Regency (1750's) outfit of blue satin.  Beside me is another woman - I do not see them distinctly either.  In front of them are two boards, much like large chess boards, filled with a large variety of ornaments - balls, cubes, cones, spirals, loops - each made of beautiful silver and blue stones like sapphires, aquamarines, sodalite, turquoise, etc. - creating a shimmer of silver and blue.  


The woman across from me tells us that she and the other lady will now be performing a musical piece.  Looking brightly at her male companion, she adds, "And I hope Wolfgang here will help us out?".  The man returns her smile, and says, "Understood!", as he jauntily salutes her.  


The three of them begin moving and rearranging the ornaments on the boards, and as they do so, the most beautiful music begins to pour out.  The pieces are moved here and there, sometimes taken right off the board and stacked onto the table, only to be snatched up again and placed in just the precise square to add that perfect note and melody.  I am totally enchanted by this, when suddenly...


"Wolfgang?", I think to myself, "As in Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart!?"  


And indeed I realize that it is he.  


"But how can this be?"  I continue to think, "Mozart never got to be an old man!  And what's more, he looks far more like Einstein..."


But that was all I could think, because the music was just too powerful and swept me away into pure ecstasy.


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This is now the third time I have dreamed of silver strings/ornaments with blue stones.  They always represent the Cosmic connection to me, connection that we have with other galaxies, worlds, and ourselves.  Mozart and I share the same birthday. 

SLEEP PARALYSIS

This is not a dream but an account of my experiences with a common condition called sleep paralysis.

I have experienced this sensation many times - inability to move, something heavy on my chest, unable to to cry out, but being totally aware of the room, the bed I was in and any people around me.  The first time I became aware of this was some time in the early 1970's.  Each episode would be the same.  First there was a loud buzzing in the ears, as though swarms of bees were flying around me.  Next came the paralysis.  Invariably I would be on my back when this happened.  Of course, it was terrifying, especially since I would be overcome by this at least three or four times a month.  Each episode would be brought to an end when, with great difficulty, I would manage to move my arm, and then turn over. 

And so it continued until the late 1990's.  At that time I was part of a Wiccan coven, studying to be a Priestess.  It was obvious by then that my dreams had become very strong and I was paying attention to what I saw through keeping an extensive journal.  It was during one of the sessions with my High Priestess that I mentioned the sleep paralysis and how it frightened me.  She looked at me with an enegmatic smile and told me she knew exactly what that was all about - that my body was preparing for astral travel.  She instructed me that the next time it happened, I should relax and just let go, not to panic, and see what would happen.

Surprisingly, about a month later, when I began experiencing the buzzing, I remembered what I was told, and in spite of panic rising within me, tried to relax, and achieve separation. 

And succeeded!

Suddenly, I found myself staring down at the bed where my body was.  I was flying freely around the room, with a feeling of such utter freedom that it overwhelmed me.  That night I did not attempt to go outside the room, or go anywhere else, but simply enjoyed the joyous liberation of flight.

Since then, I eagerly anticipated my bouts of sleep paralysis, for each one signaled other flight travels.  I pass through solid matter like walls and glass as easily as I would through air.  I can make myself denser or lighter, appear invisible to other people or change the density to make myself seen.  In this state, I have been pulled to be part of someone else's dreams, or simply enjoy diving off tall bridges and buildings.  I have taught others how to fly.  My greatest delight is to do upward corkscrews towards the sky.

And since then I have found that there is quite a bit of study being done around the phenomenon of sleep paralysis.  Other people report having a nasty presence around them when this happens, or experiencing strange smells.  I had none of these negative experiences since learning how to fly.  To me it is now eagerly anticipated and joyously experienced.

ARENA FULL OF KIDS AND A WEDDING

Just a couple of brief images appeared in my dreams last night. I can't really recall any connective story between them:

1. I'm in a huge arena that is filled with school children of all ages. A problem develops in one section because somehow 500 kids managed to sit together without any adults. Some of us grown-ups, including myself, go to take care of the situation.

2. I am attending a wedding. More specifically it's the wedding out of ST:TNG where Miles O'Brian marries Kako. In it the focus was on the beautiful Korean gown that Kako wore.

And that is it! No huge profound messages here, I think.

BEAUTIFUL SINGER, AND TALKING WITH A FILM DIRECTOR

The dream last night, or early this morning, is remembered only as some images.  Two or three are very clear and deal with something I know I dreamed and saw before but that always has a great impact on me.

I am in a film-making environment - perhaps Hollywood.  There is a feeling that something has just wrapped up and was completed.  I am with a group of women and we are all feeling a bit sad about this, because obviously it was a great experience.  As we are reminiscing and packing up our stuff another young woman joins us.  She is absolutely stunning, black skin like mahogony, black eyes fringed with long lashes, her hair long and tightly curled.  She wears no make up and is plainly dressed, but her presence needs no enhancement.  She begins to sing, enthralling us further, and then disappears.  

After we catch our breath, we slowly again go to our preparations, but something has changed.  Now, it's like we are preparing to flee this area, knowing that a disaster is coming and we have to get to shelter.  I also know that I will never come back here again.  "Here" has now shifted from the movie studio to my home, where I see the belongings that are precious to me, especially my artwork, that I know I have to leave behind.  What I can, I wrap up in a blanket and as I leave to join the group of people waiting outside for me, my stoic exterior cracks a bit as a tiny sob of despair breaks through.  But I pull myself together and walk away.

There is no panic, but a well-organized plan of evacuation.  As we move through more groups of people I see someone who looks very familiar to me, a director I once worked with, Rick Green, and I approach him.  He has his belongings neatly secured to a bundle buggy and looks very grim at this turn of events.  I greet him by name, and he turns to me, now smiling in recognition.  We spend a few minutes disucussing this situation, but I have something more important to tell him.  

"Rick, I think you know that I have very powerful dreams, don't you?", I ask him.  He nods in reply.  "Well, I keep dreaming of you doing a movie that is set in Ancient Egypt."  Even as I say this, I see that he knows exactly what I am talking about.  We both see the set that I have dreamed of before - large temple, massive columns all richly sculped with hyroglyphics and images, everything bathed in golden light, with some sparkling dust motes floating by.  There is a feeling of strong familiarity in this set, as though it's more than just a movie set, but something that is indeed real and that we both have an unbroken relationship with.  He nods again.

"This is something that you and I must do.  And after this situation is all over, we must work on it."  I manage to say this just before he and I are separated by my group being moved to a different location.  His very firm and emphatic nod is all I need to see to know that he totally understands me.

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This image of the Egyptian temple and a movie being done there is something that has appeared before and always with very strong emotions and recognition.  However, in checking back on my dreams, I cannot find mention of it.  I must now pay more attention to this.

A TEENAGER AGAIN?

All I can remember from last night's dreams were the emotions - very petulant, nasty, bitchy emotions.  I seem to recall locking myself in my room to get away from people, almost like I used to do when I was a teenager.  Of course, this may have something to do with the book I'm reading, but I was not happy visiting that time again.


The book is "Her Blood is Gold", by Lara Owen, which deals with women's cycles and the spirituality behind them.

STRANGE SIGHTS IN THE TROPICS

I find myself walking with my ex-husband and a young boy (my son, maybe, but I'm unable to determine which one) along a path towards a cottage.  It is very warm and humid, and I see that all around me is thick tropical plants - plants with broad leaves that grow taller than us.  I am also aware that there is a guide taking us to the cottage, but he is not very distinct.  

Inside, the cottage is furnished simply but comfortably for us.  My ex goes straight to the kitchen because he wants to start cooking something.  I try to examine my feelings at being with him again, but cannot find anything within - I'm totally neutral.  This is a situation that simply is and once it's done, we will part and go our separate ways.  

Suddenly, I hear him yell, and I see that the stove is shooting out flames.  I take a step towards him, but then decide to get out quickly.  One more thing makes me hesitate; I try to remember where my purse is, since it contains all the money I have to my name.  But even that isn't enough to make me go back and look for it.  Barefoot and pennyless, I run out of the cottage, knowing that the boy is already safe, followed very quickly by my ex.

Once outside, I think again, with some regret, about my purse, as the smoke and flames billow out of the cottage, and remember that the bank guarantees funds under these circumstances.  It's a fleeting thought, because right now I am faced with finding shelter, food and water for the night.  My ex and the boy disappear from the setting and my consciousness.

I wander around and realize that I'm in a wild-life reserve.  There is a complex of low, white buildings and penned compounds.  I pass one and see a primate hand reach out for me.  I turn and see a very strange sight - it's a hybrid of woman and primate, very elegantly furred in white and black.  There are about half-dozen such creatures in that space, which is very large and comfortable.  None of them look distressed, in fact, it is obvious that it's a real sisterhood, and they are setting their courtyard for what looks like a tea party.  Some of them parade around with beautiful hats, much to the delight of their sisters.  The one that has reached out for me manages to communicate that all willl be all right with me, and actually invites me to join her little group.  I thank her warmly, and tell her I'll be back, once I have a good look around.

Now, I go into one of the builidngs and see an attendant in a white lab coat.  I tell her what happened to the cottage, and she informs me that all is taken care of.  The atmosphere is very calm, unhurried, but also focused and purposeful.  I feel as though I would really enjoy being here for the rest of my life.  I notice that the attendant is working with birds, and has just set a wing on a beautiful sunny-yellow bird  that lies very compliently in her hands.  As she lets it go, two other birds, jewel-toned blue and green, appear on either side of the wounded one, and some hold it up as all three fly back to the perch.  After making sure that their yellow companion is okay, they all repeat this several times.  I am told that this is the way all species here co-operate and work together.  

Going outside again, I become aware of many such marvels, while slowly making my way around some dark brown crates.  The sun is now setting, and I come to the decision that this is where I belong.

SURROUNDED BY MOONS

I know I had more complicated and involved dreams last night but all I remember of them is a stunning image just before waking up.  Here it is:

I am stepping out of something - not sure if it's a building, an airplane, spaceship because it dissappears as soon as I step onto the ground.  There are other people with me, but they too are indistinct.  I find myself in a beautiful landscape - low rolling hills, tinged with pink and orange from the low sun, which I really cannot see either, and so am unsure if this is sunrise or sunset.  The air is crisp but warm, fragrant with lush vegetation.  The sky, around me, faintly streaked with pale blue, is hazy in the distance, so blending in with the pink and orange hues that it's difficult to see where the earth ends and the sky begins.  

I know that I am to look for some sort of sign, and as I scan the horizon, I see it - the Moon slightly to my left and eye-level.  And just to the right of it, a smaller version of Herself.  And now I see them all, all in a circle, these double Moons at evenly spaced intervals.  I think to myself, "Yes, they mark the places where the zodiac signs are."

Just before I wake up, I also think that perhaps there really is only one Moon, and the rest are reflections, just like inside a keiledascope. 

PENALTIES FOR CARELESS DRIVING

I just had a long and very satisfying nap, and this is the dream that came to me:


I am in a car, driving along a highway.  I do not know what possesses me, but I begin to drive very erratically and carelessly. I laugh at the excitement of dodging and passing cars, speeding beyond any safe limits.  Finally, ahead I see the exit I want to take and wait until the last minute to cross to the right across three very busy lanes.  It feels almost anticlimactic to get back to slower speeds forced upon me by the prevailing traffic.


Eventually I reach my designation and without any surprise find the police waiting for me.  I laugh as the female officer hands me a bunch of tickets, and tell her that I expected this.  However, as I look through them, I begin to feel not only concerned and panic, especially when I come to the last page and see a fine of over $10,000!  I manage to stammer, "can I pay this in installments?", to which the officer replies that it will depend on higher authorities to decide.  Her attitude, and that of her two male companions, is one of careless disregard.


My knees weaken and I fall to the ground, knowing that I will spend the rest of my life paying for this joy ride, and yet fully knowing I deserve every cent of this penalty.