Last night's dream was almost a continuation of the one the night before. Again, there's a feeling of a post-apocalyptic life. This time I'm staying in a huge home - actually more like a castle complex - with some family and friends. There is talk that some of us must be relocated, and we are not willing to have this happen.
The cohesion of the dream is rather lost, but here are some images I still retain from it:
**I have a daughter and son in this dream that are not part of my "real life". I am settling my daughter into bed and she tells me that her brother is very controlling and is not happy that she is still unmarried. He told her, she continues, that he was going to marry her himself just to minimize the family shame. She looks to be about 13, and I tell her that this will this rape and incest will not happen.
**I climb the stairs to the rooftop, which is more like a castle rampart, and stand on the very edge. I remember other times when I stood at similar heights and then just flew away. "It's been a long time since I've done that", I think to myself, and gather myself for the launch. Another woman sees me and becomes very concerned about my actions, totally misunderstanding them. However, rather than upset her more, I just climb down and hug her. Then I begin to tell her of what I can do...
**There is rising tension in our community, and we all shrink back into corners as a group of soldiers march through the compound. They are chasing one particular person, another young man, and catch him easily. As they bind his hands, I see that they are very webbed, as though he is an aquatic being. A strong feeling goes through me - one of hatred towards those who think "different" is "wrong", because it's obvious that this is part of the situation - the eradication of alien or mutated life.
**Back in the castle, and with my group, another family unit is struggling with something. It appears that a young man is missing. I am with another girl (it is her brother that's missing) reading a book - it has a purple cover that matches the purple prose within, but what is most interesting is that it reads like a diary of my dearest friend. I can hardly put it down, and my friend also is intrigued, begging me to turn back a page so she can re-read a particularly juicy part. Just then, her brother returns, gloriously naked, from having a bath. His sculpted body is still wet in spots. I do not cover up my interest quickly enough, uttering "oh...my... uhm..." or something equally as intelligent, while my friend just shrugs. It's obvious she's seen her brother too often to react.
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A couple of interesting things about this dream:
1. The brother and sister theme that occurs twice here - Again, I have to thank (or blame) Kenny Klein for this. I am reading his book, "Fairy Tale Rituals" right now and he spoke of that duality, that mirror-image, often enough in it to make an impact on me. It's hardly as perverse as it sounds above. For that I can blame (or thank!) my own twisted brain - lol!
2. The idea of flight - it's been a very long time since I flew in my dreams and I am delighted to see it come up again, even though I never actually stepped off the ledge. Hopefully, this will come back to me soon.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
POST-APOCALYPTIC COMMUNITY
I am at a social gathering with some friends. We are on a deck of a large home and overlooking the rooftops of the small town below us. While the town is on a green and fertile land, around the town is a desert, much like it would be in some parts of Arizona or New Mexico. As we watch the beautiful setting sun, all of a sudden there is an explosion at the edge of the town. It billows black smoke high into the cloudless blue sky. As though seeing it through a telescope, I see that one of the oil rigs had exploded, and there is fear that the others around it will also be ignited.
Some time later (as is the way of dreams, time blurs), we are now in the town, looking for a place to spend the night. The world is different now, since global destruction has hit us (none of the actual destruction was part of my dream, only the aftermath). We come across an empty house, large enough to accommodate our small group of about a half-dozen. It's a split level, with the bedrooms being on the lowest level. It can accommodate about three or four people, with some rearranging of furniture. I leave the men of our group to do this, while the women go exploring the property further. We find a beautiful garden out in the back, with trellises and a patio. We decide to have our first meal there, but before we can get to making it, we hear someone call to us.
I turn around, and see a large middle-aged man with white hair and beard coming towards us. It's obvious he's a neighbour. My initial reaction is of fear - we are, after all, squatters, but his big welcoming smile soon sets me at ease. He calls me "Doctor", as though referring to the previous occupant of the house. He hugs me, telling me how happy he is to see me (and us!) again. Before I can protest, he whisks me away to meet someone else, and I find myself in the midst of another group of people, the entire neighbourhood, in fact. I also understand suddenly that it's some kind of open secret - everyone knows that I'm not the "Doctor" but I must play that part. I also seem to pick up on the sense that the "Doctor" referred to here was a woman physician who cared for this town, but for one reason or another, was no longer there.
But I know that I cannot live that lie. As an elegant lady hands me a tall cool drink, I suddenly say, "No, please don't call me the "Doctor", for that is not me. Rather (and here I suddenly flash onto "The Doctor Who" in my mind), I am more like the Doctor's Companion." There is a pause in the low hum of conversation, and when it starts up again, everyone is smiling more broadly, and saluting me, as I run to the house which is now mine, and bring my group of friends out with me to meet the rest of the community.
There is a final feeling that there are many more groups like ours who have survived, and it will now be our job to search them out and begin the task of rebuilding civilization.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
A PROTEST MARCH, A NEW MERGING WITH SPIDERS
With the Full Moon now behind us, and waning nightly, my dreams are starting to come back. Last night's dream was very strange, even for me. Here it is:
I am with a group of people, and there is a feeling that we are all involved in some type of protest, maybe even to the point of anarchy. We are marching and chanting (although about what, I have no idea), and I find myself walking next to a large blond man who I know is gay. We joke and jest with each other, when he suddenly picks me up and pretends to ravish me. We laugh, knowing it's all in good fun as we hug each other.
Our play separates us from the rest of the group, and now we find ourselves in a house that is set up like a laboratory. As we walk through it, we marvel that there are no people there, until we get into one of the back rooms. (This is where the dream becomes strange and something out of an Sci-Fi movie.)
As we walk into that back room, I find my companion fading out of my vision and consciousness, until I am alone. At the same time, I see that there is another figure lurking in the shadows. I call out, saying I'm not here to harm anyone, and slowly, the figure comes out into the light. I am rather shocked to see that it's my youngest son. As is the way of dreams, I instinctively know that he is the lead scientist here, but something has gone horribly wrong. From his shoulders and face there are some thick, black growths, like hairs of a spider. They move independently and are undoubtedly now part of him.
He looks scared, but again as is the way of dreams, we both accept this as fact. He tells me that the experiment he was working on took on a life of its own (literally!), and he had somehow became merged with it. He tells me that since this happened, he is also dealing with increased intelligence which he is having problems keeping up with.
I look at him calmly and tell him that spiders are carriers of wisdom, and that soon he will understand what has happened. He tells me there is more, and takes me further into the lab. On the wall, I see vines of black branches and leaves that are also attached to small, long tubes of something that is glowing green. Where this joining takes place, the spider-like hairs are growing. Sitting in the corner are three small children who also have these growing out of their shoulders and head. They look at me with steady gaze that makes them look much more than their young years.
Suddenly, they start making a buzzing noise, like bees. A light of understanding comes over their faces, as they realize that somehow, they have also become telepathic, as does my son.
It doesn't take long, being in that environment, that I feel my shoulder itch, and see a thin black barbed hair start to grow from there. I do not feel panic, but realize that this is the next stage of evolution for us, and soon, most of the population will be affected in this way. Strangely, I feel sorry for those who will not change, for they are the ones who will not evolve past where they are now. I watch as another, and then another spider hair springs from me, and I join in the buzzing noise with the children.
But here I feel nothing but frustration - because I know I am supposed to be mentally joined with them, and am not. I buzz louder, but to no effect. I get a vague impression from my son that because I am an adult, this will take longer, but it will happen.
I wake up with a combined feeling of frustration and calm acceptance.
I am with a group of people, and there is a feeling that we are all involved in some type of protest, maybe even to the point of anarchy. We are marching and chanting (although about what, I have no idea), and I find myself walking next to a large blond man who I know is gay. We joke and jest with each other, when he suddenly picks me up and pretends to ravish me. We laugh, knowing it's all in good fun as we hug each other.
Our play separates us from the rest of the group, and now we find ourselves in a house that is set up like a laboratory. As we walk through it, we marvel that there are no people there, until we get into one of the back rooms. (This is where the dream becomes strange and something out of an Sci-Fi movie.)
As we walk into that back room, I find my companion fading out of my vision and consciousness, until I am alone. At the same time, I see that there is another figure lurking in the shadows. I call out, saying I'm not here to harm anyone, and slowly, the figure comes out into the light. I am rather shocked to see that it's my youngest son. As is the way of dreams, I instinctively know that he is the lead scientist here, but something has gone horribly wrong. From his shoulders and face there are some thick, black growths, like hairs of a spider. They move independently and are undoubtedly now part of him.
He looks scared, but again as is the way of dreams, we both accept this as fact. He tells me that the experiment he was working on took on a life of its own (literally!), and he had somehow became merged with it. He tells me that since this happened, he is also dealing with increased intelligence which he is having problems keeping up with.
I look at him calmly and tell him that spiders are carriers of wisdom, and that soon he will understand what has happened. He tells me there is more, and takes me further into the lab. On the wall, I see vines of black branches and leaves that are also attached to small, long tubes of something that is glowing green. Where this joining takes place, the spider-like hairs are growing. Sitting in the corner are three small children who also have these growing out of their shoulders and head. They look at me with steady gaze that makes them look much more than their young years.
Suddenly, they start making a buzzing noise, like bees. A light of understanding comes over their faces, as they realize that somehow, they have also become telepathic, as does my son.
It doesn't take long, being in that environment, that I feel my shoulder itch, and see a thin black barbed hair start to grow from there. I do not feel panic, but realize that this is the next stage of evolution for us, and soon, most of the population will be affected in this way. Strangely, I feel sorry for those who will not change, for they are the ones who will not evolve past where they are now. I watch as another, and then another spider hair springs from me, and I join in the buzzing noise with the children.
But here I feel nothing but frustration - because I know I am supposed to be mentally joined with them, and am not. I buzz louder, but to no effect. I get a vague impression from my son that because I am an adult, this will take longer, but it will happen.
I wake up with a combined feeling of frustration and calm acceptance.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
A COMMUNITY OF ARTISTS
I'm not quite sure if I can capture the beauty of the dream I had this morning in words, but here's goes anyways:
I am in a large, beautiful valley surrounded by mountains - some steep and rocky, others thick with trees, while others are snow-peaked, catching the golden rays of the rising sun. The valley itself is a thriving community of artists - painters, sculptures, designers of all sorts, technicians, actors, etc. I feel I am in heaven in these surroundings as I slip the needle in and out of fabric - a stunning turquoise wool coat.
Someone comes over to me and tells me that a new couple has joined the community and they have asked for me. I say that I need to finish the stitching and then I'll go to the main hall directly. I am told that it's Richard and Jen. At that, I almost leave my sewing, so eager am I to greet them, but curb the excitement and go on with my work.
By the time I walk into the hall, it is empty, and I feel great disappointment. I ask for the newcomers and am told that they have already been put to work. Richard is working with some computer technicians on developing new CGI and special effects, and Jen has been assigned to the infirmary support staff. I quickly go to find them, and someone else comes with me. He asks me how I know this couple, and I relate the story of how I met Richard, and eventually their handfasting.
We pass a movie set, where a stunning black man dressed in white pants and shirt is doing a commentary on the mountains around us. Someone tells me that Richard is working on this particular presentation, and takes me around to the far side. I see him working away at a control board of some sort, and pause to just notice how happy he looks. He sees me, and we greet each other with overwhelming joy and warm hugs. He tells me that he and Jen could not stay away from so beautiful a place. He points her out in the distance; her curly red-blond hair catching the sun. We promise to catch up later, as he gets back to his work.
On my way back to the main hall, I pause to watch the black man again. Someone hands him the coat I was working on earlier, and I am overwhelmed with the beauty of this image - black skin, white clothing, topped off with the turquoise coat that he has casually draped over his shoulders. I remember at that moment that this colour has always meant healing, and I know that some major healing was done on some very deep level. I concentrate on that, releasing the energy...
I am in a large, beautiful valley surrounded by mountains - some steep and rocky, others thick with trees, while others are snow-peaked, catching the golden rays of the rising sun. The valley itself is a thriving community of artists - painters, sculptures, designers of all sorts, technicians, actors, etc. I feel I am in heaven in these surroundings as I slip the needle in and out of fabric - a stunning turquoise wool coat.
Someone comes over to me and tells me that a new couple has joined the community and they have asked for me. I say that I need to finish the stitching and then I'll go to the main hall directly. I am told that it's Richard and Jen. At that, I almost leave my sewing, so eager am I to greet them, but curb the excitement and go on with my work.
By the time I walk into the hall, it is empty, and I feel great disappointment. I ask for the newcomers and am told that they have already been put to work. Richard is working with some computer technicians on developing new CGI and special effects, and Jen has been assigned to the infirmary support staff. I quickly go to find them, and someone else comes with me. He asks me how I know this couple, and I relate the story of how I met Richard, and eventually their handfasting.
We pass a movie set, where a stunning black man dressed in white pants and shirt is doing a commentary on the mountains around us. Someone tells me that Richard is working on this particular presentation, and takes me around to the far side. I see him working away at a control board of some sort, and pause to just notice how happy he looks. He sees me, and we greet each other with overwhelming joy and warm hugs. He tells me that he and Jen could not stay away from so beautiful a place. He points her out in the distance; her curly red-blond hair catching the sun. We promise to catch up later, as he gets back to his work.
On my way back to the main hall, I pause to watch the black man again. Someone hands him the coat I was working on earlier, and I am overwhelmed with the beauty of this image - black skin, white clothing, topped off with the turquoise coat that he has casually draped over his shoulders. I remember at that moment that this colour has always meant healing, and I know that some major healing was done on some very deep level. I concentrate on that, releasing the energy...
Monday, June 6, 2011
My dreams are becoming shorter and more difficult to remember again. All I recall from last night is the following snippet:
I am in a very large room that's only lit by the many aquariums that are set up against the walls. They are of all sizes and different fish, from the smallest guppies to large pikes are swimming around. Beyond this dim light, I sense the room is a library or den, but my attention is all on the aquariums. As I walk around, I come across a rather large fish (about 10" long), of bright coral colour, that appeared to have jumped out of the tank and is gasping its last. I pick it up and put it into a tank with similar fish in it and am glad to see it revive, as I place a grill over the top of the tank.
I now notice that water levels in many of the tanks are low and proceed to fill them up, even though somewhere in the back of my mind I know that this may not be a good thing. I then proceed to feed them all, and again, something tells me that I shouldn't do it. Nevertheless, I do this and after staying long enough to note that none of the fish seemed to have suffered any ill effects, I leave the room.
I am in a very large room that's only lit by the many aquariums that are set up against the walls. They are of all sizes and different fish, from the smallest guppies to large pikes are swimming around. Beyond this dim light, I sense the room is a library or den, but my attention is all on the aquariums. As I walk around, I come across a rather large fish (about 10" long), of bright coral colour, that appeared to have jumped out of the tank and is gasping its last. I pick it up and put it into a tank with similar fish in it and am glad to see it revive, as I place a grill over the top of the tank.
I now notice that water levels in many of the tanks are low and proceed to fill them up, even though somewhere in the back of my mind I know that this may not be a good thing. I then proceed to feed them all, and again, something tells me that I shouldn't do it. Nevertheless, I do this and after staying long enough to note that none of the fish seemed to have suffered any ill effects, I leave the room.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
FINDING MONEY, GOLD AND GEMS
I am walking up the stairs from a train or subway station with my friend Howard. As I get to the platform, I see that it a train is just pulling away, and on the actual platform was a heap of loonies. I immediately begin picking them up, dropping some into my purse and calling Howard over to hold some of them. Eventually, I put them all into my purse and estimate that there's about $50 in total. This find makes me feel wonderful.
Just as we are about to make our way forward, a young woman comes up to us, and begins to talk about computers. She has short brown hair, and is wearing a loose summer dress and sandals. There is something jittery about her, but I ignore it, concentrating instead on what she is saying. It has something to do with how wonderful computers have become, doing everything from one station. I totally agree and go to hug her, drawing back at the last second though. Instead I shake her hand and jokingly saying that it's more professional this way. She, however, would have none of it, and hugged me anyways. I begin to feel uncomfortable with this and draw away. She then suggests we go for coffee.
On an impulse, Howard agrees, even though I feel it's not the right thing. She bounces ahead of us, and I tell my friend my feelings, and am relieved when he agrees with me. I call her back and tell her we've changed our mind, but give her some coins that I found earlier so she can have money for herself. She suddenly changes moods and begins snarling at us. At that instant I realize that she is a hooker who wanted to be alone with my friend and this change of plans ruined it for her. She throws the money I give her down to the ground and runs off down a rocky, downhill dirt road. I pick up the money again.
We walk on, and come to some buildings and walking around them towards the road, I see something glittering on the ground. It is a beautiful gold necklace with green beads. I stop to pick it up and am dismayed to see that it's in three pieces, broken. As I pick up the piece, a young boy walks by and jeers at me, saying that I must be poor indeed to be picking up junk. But there is something about this necklace and the emerald stones that intrigues me and I continue to examine it - the beautiful gold filigree is exquisite.
I collect the other two pieces, determined to get it all put together.
Oh, I almost forgot - I don't know if it's part of this dream or not, but I also remember seeing sheets, many sheets, of music. I was able to decipher a couple of measures - it was in triplet time and this particular measure had a running sequence of E major cords.
Just as we are about to make our way forward, a young woman comes up to us, and begins to talk about computers. She has short brown hair, and is wearing a loose summer dress and sandals. There is something jittery about her, but I ignore it, concentrating instead on what she is saying. It has something to do with how wonderful computers have become, doing everything from one station. I totally agree and go to hug her, drawing back at the last second though. Instead I shake her hand and jokingly saying that it's more professional this way. She, however, would have none of it, and hugged me anyways. I begin to feel uncomfortable with this and draw away. She then suggests we go for coffee.
On an impulse, Howard agrees, even though I feel it's not the right thing. She bounces ahead of us, and I tell my friend my feelings, and am relieved when he agrees with me. I call her back and tell her we've changed our mind, but give her some coins that I found earlier so she can have money for herself. She suddenly changes moods and begins snarling at us. At that instant I realize that she is a hooker who wanted to be alone with my friend and this change of plans ruined it for her. She throws the money I give her down to the ground and runs off down a rocky, downhill dirt road. I pick up the money again.
We walk on, and come to some buildings and walking around them towards the road, I see something glittering on the ground. It is a beautiful gold necklace with green beads. I stop to pick it up and am dismayed to see that it's in three pieces, broken. As I pick up the piece, a young boy walks by and jeers at me, saying that I must be poor indeed to be picking up junk. But there is something about this necklace and the emerald stones that intrigues me and I continue to examine it - the beautiful gold filigree is exquisite.
I collect the other two pieces, determined to get it all put together.
Oh, I almost forgot - I don't know if it's part of this dream or not, but I also remember seeing sheets, many sheets, of music. I was able to decipher a couple of measures - it was in triplet time and this particular measure had a running sequence of E major cords.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
A CONFRONTATIONAL ENCOUNTER AT AN SCA EVENT
My dream last night was very brief:
I am at a gathering which feels like a cross between an SCA event and a pagan festival. Many of the people I know from both groups are there, and all are in garb and robes. I am dressed in my green sideless surcote, and am walking up to troll/registration which is staffed by a former friend. She gets up - I see she is dressed in a beautiful burgundy gown - and walks towards me. "I see you're not doing anything to help again," she says in a confrontational manner. I respond by simply saying that I'm too old now for that now, and walk on.
*****
So, with the New Moon now upon us, I can already feel that my dreams are getting weaker.
I am at a gathering which feels like a cross between an SCA event and a pagan festival. Many of the people I know from both groups are there, and all are in garb and robes. I am dressed in my green sideless surcote, and am walking up to troll/registration which is staffed by a former friend. She gets up - I see she is dressed in a beautiful burgundy gown - and walks towards me. "I see you're not doing anything to help again," she says in a confrontational manner. I respond by simply saying that I'm too old now for that now, and walk on.
*****
So, with the New Moon now upon us, I can already feel that my dreams are getting weaker.
Friday, June 3, 2011
A STUDY IN CONTRADICTIONS
Strange, surreal dream from last night:
I am in a house that's very large and has many rooms, but it's also old, crumbling and falling apart in some areas. It is filled with people - my children, friends and strangers. We are all dressed in bright costumes but wear them as though they are our every-day clothing. The jewel-tones of sapphire blue, emerald green, ruby red, royal purple look beautiful, but the fabrics are cheap satins that fray easily. The backyard, where there are also a lot of people, is big, but full of holes and rocks It's a study in contradictions.
My daughter Dorry is involved with a spontaneous nursery that started up because of so many children being in the house, and this too is strange, because she has never been comfortable around little ones. And yet, there she is, involved and involving, playing games and keeping the focus going. My other daughter is suddenly pregnant and is developing very quickly. We begin talking about her having twins, which she says is correct, a boy and a girl are on the way.
I walk around and see a group setting up an altar. I am told that it's a complete portable altar that sets itself. It starts out as a small pouch of red and gold brocade, and when a string is pulled it inflates and opens up into a total and complete altar setting, with candles, incense, and all other tools upon it. Unfolding further a small goblet full of wine and a plate with a piece of pie is seen. We are all very impressed with this gadget, and as we turn to each other to comment on it, a young girl, about 15, chubby, blond and wearing glasses, grabs the pie and begins eating it. We all stare at her in shock. I quietly say to her, "I do believe that was an offering to the Gods". She looks dumbfounded and very embarrassed, her cheeks turning red, as she realizes her mistake. She looks at the last mouthful, and quietly puts it back on the plate. We all tell her that it's okay and try to make her feel better.
In the meanwhile, my daughter did indeed give birth to twins, a boy and a girl, just as she said. Like her pregnancy which progressed to birth in a matter of an hour, the labour and delivery went by within minutes. My son came to tell me it went well, and together we walk to her room. This one, like all the other rooms, is large, but shabby, as though its full potential has never been realized. By the time we reach her, she is already out of bed and bundling up the little ones - who are absolutely perfect in every way.
There is some grumbling going on from one of the young men who are just outside this room. A voice is raised, insisting that the newborn boy is his, and before he can be restrained, he rushes in brandishing a large knife. He grabs me and threatens to kill me unless he is given the child. Even in the middle of this crisis, none of us is upset or worried. My daughter brings the two babies for him to look at and he lets me go, but nicks my neck with the knife slightly, drawing a bit of blood. My son quickly takes charge of my care, while my two daughters fuss over the babies, the supposed "father" taken quietly away.
My last image is a long view of the entire community, as though I have suddenly removed myself from the group...
I am in a house that's very large and has many rooms, but it's also old, crumbling and falling apart in some areas. It is filled with people - my children, friends and strangers. We are all dressed in bright costumes but wear them as though they are our every-day clothing. The jewel-tones of sapphire blue, emerald green, ruby red, royal purple look beautiful, but the fabrics are cheap satins that fray easily. The backyard, where there are also a lot of people, is big, but full of holes and rocks It's a study in contradictions.
My daughter Dorry is involved with a spontaneous nursery that started up because of so many children being in the house, and this too is strange, because she has never been comfortable around little ones. And yet, there she is, involved and involving, playing games and keeping the focus going. My other daughter is suddenly pregnant and is developing very quickly. We begin talking about her having twins, which she says is correct, a boy and a girl are on the way.
I walk around and see a group setting up an altar. I am told that it's a complete portable altar that sets itself. It starts out as a small pouch of red and gold brocade, and when a string is pulled it inflates and opens up into a total and complete altar setting, with candles, incense, and all other tools upon it. Unfolding further a small goblet full of wine and a plate with a piece of pie is seen. We are all very impressed with this gadget, and as we turn to each other to comment on it, a young girl, about 15, chubby, blond and wearing glasses, grabs the pie and begins eating it. We all stare at her in shock. I quietly say to her, "I do believe that was an offering to the Gods". She looks dumbfounded and very embarrassed, her cheeks turning red, as she realizes her mistake. She looks at the last mouthful, and quietly puts it back on the plate. We all tell her that it's okay and try to make her feel better.
In the meanwhile, my daughter did indeed give birth to twins, a boy and a girl, just as she said. Like her pregnancy which progressed to birth in a matter of an hour, the labour and delivery went by within minutes. My son came to tell me it went well, and together we walk to her room. This one, like all the other rooms, is large, but shabby, as though its full potential has never been realized. By the time we reach her, she is already out of bed and bundling up the little ones - who are absolutely perfect in every way.
There is some grumbling going on from one of the young men who are just outside this room. A voice is raised, insisting that the newborn boy is his, and before he can be restrained, he rushes in brandishing a large knife. He grabs me and threatens to kill me unless he is given the child. Even in the middle of this crisis, none of us is upset or worried. My daughter brings the two babies for him to look at and he lets me go, but nicks my neck with the knife slightly, drawing a bit of blood. My son quickly takes charge of my care, while my two daughters fuss over the babies, the supposed "father" taken quietly away.
My last image is a long view of the entire community, as though I have suddenly removed myself from the group...
Thursday, June 2, 2011
A CIRCULAR WORKROOM, GREEN SARI, AND FRIENDLY DOGS
I am in a large round room, and all equipment is set out in a circle - desks, computers, monitors, etc.. I am partnered with someone whom I cannot see distinctly but I know I need to work closely with. Further, I am in charge of training this person.
We sit down at one of the larger desks, because in addition to the computer, we need to spread a lot of papers around. One of these is a cross-stitch pattern that's done on two big sheets of paper. (I don't recall what the main picture was about but do remember that the outside was a border of violet flowers and green leaves.) One sheet is missing and I tell my partner to look for it. He (yes, now I see that it's a young man) looks mystified at my request and at the pattern, but I again direct him on finding the other piece.
It appears that it is now the next morning, and at my desk, I find that both pieces are neatly clipped together. As I sit down and look around, I also discover that the work place has now been expanded to include sewing machines and a lot more people. Again, my work partner comes to me and inquires about the pattern and how to work it - I explain it to him, and instruct him to find the appropriate threads. As he leaves and I sit down, I am surprised to see that I am wearing my green sari. "This is totally inappropriate!", I think to myself. "I don't even remember putting this on this morning!" No one else seems to be concerned about it and so making sure it's tucked in securely, I toss the end over my shoulder and begin my work.
Not for long, though, because at this stage two dogs come bounding into the room. One is like a small St. Bernard, who immediately takes a liking to me, and the other is a German Shepherd, who exhibits jealousy and vies for my attention. I try to pet them both, but like the St. Bernard more, and eventually the other dog finds another person to give it undivided attention.
My last view of this workroom is rather strange - it's as though I see it both in 1st person and 3rd person at once. I am both seated at my desk adjusting the sari again, and at the door watching myself seated at my desk adjusting the sari. This lasts for an instant, and I am now fully at the door and walking out as I wake up.
We sit down at one of the larger desks, because in addition to the computer, we need to spread a lot of papers around. One of these is a cross-stitch pattern that's done on two big sheets of paper. (I don't recall what the main picture was about but do remember that the outside was a border of violet flowers and green leaves.) One sheet is missing and I tell my partner to look for it. He (yes, now I see that it's a young man) looks mystified at my request and at the pattern, but I again direct him on finding the other piece.
It appears that it is now the next morning, and at my desk, I find that both pieces are neatly clipped together. As I sit down and look around, I also discover that the work place has now been expanded to include sewing machines and a lot more people. Again, my work partner comes to me and inquires about the pattern and how to work it - I explain it to him, and instruct him to find the appropriate threads. As he leaves and I sit down, I am surprised to see that I am wearing my green sari. "This is totally inappropriate!", I think to myself. "I don't even remember putting this on this morning!" No one else seems to be concerned about it and so making sure it's tucked in securely, I toss the end over my shoulder and begin my work.
Not for long, though, because at this stage two dogs come bounding into the room. One is like a small St. Bernard, who immediately takes a liking to me, and the other is a German Shepherd, who exhibits jealousy and vies for my attention. I try to pet them both, but like the St. Bernard more, and eventually the other dog finds another person to give it undivided attention.
My last view of this workroom is rather strange - it's as though I see it both in 1st person and 3rd person at once. I am both seated at my desk adjusting the sari again, and at the door watching myself seated at my desk adjusting the sari. This lasts for an instant, and I am now fully at the door and walking out as I wake up.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
OF STONES AND ROBES, BOTH RUINED BY A FRIEND
I have a very vague memory of a couple of images from last night. They both sort of blend in together, and I feel that both were part of a much larger dream.
I am working on an arrangement of stones. On the ground there was a circle or a spiral, and directly over it was a chain into which were more stones were hung, like a pendulum. The stones were fist-size and quite heavy, and I was concerned that the bracket in the ceiling to which the chain was attached may come detached. Eventually, I got the arrangement done perfectly.
At that moment a friend joined me and began to ridicule my work, saying that there has to be one special stone at the very bottom and produces something pink and fuzzy. I see that while it may have the shape of a stone, it's actually a piece of Styrofoam that has been covered with fabric. She tells me that it cost her $300 and she insists that it be used. I absolutely refuse to let her do this, saying that first of all it's hardly worth that much money, and secondly, that it would destroy the balance of the arrangement. Se walks off in a huff.
(Later in the same dream) I am in an upstairs bedroom in a big house. It is large and airy, with windows on two sides to let in lots of sunlight and fresh air. I get an impression that I'm a guest here, as I wrap myself in a soft white terry-cloth bathrobe. Just as I am ready to leave the room, the door bursts open, and that same friend enters . For some reason, she is now upset that I am wearing the robe and proceeds to pull out a small can of dark blue paint and begins to apply the paint all over me with a small brush. She pays particular attention to the lapels, making sure that only the top layer gets painted.
I become very upset, and quickly take off the garment. As I silently walk out of the room, I leave her yelling at me to come back immediately and to help her finish the job.
I am working on an arrangement of stones. On the ground there was a circle or a spiral, and directly over it was a chain into which were more stones were hung, like a pendulum. The stones were fist-size and quite heavy, and I was concerned that the bracket in the ceiling to which the chain was attached may come detached. Eventually, I got the arrangement done perfectly.
At that moment a friend joined me and began to ridicule my work, saying that there has to be one special stone at the very bottom and produces something pink and fuzzy. I see that while it may have the shape of a stone, it's actually a piece of Styrofoam that has been covered with fabric. She tells me that it cost her $300 and she insists that it be used. I absolutely refuse to let her do this, saying that first of all it's hardly worth that much money, and secondly, that it would destroy the balance of the arrangement. Se walks off in a huff.
(Later in the same dream) I am in an upstairs bedroom in a big house. It is large and airy, with windows on two sides to let in lots of sunlight and fresh air. I get an impression that I'm a guest here, as I wrap myself in a soft white terry-cloth bathrobe. Just as I am ready to leave the room, the door bursts open, and that same friend enters . For some reason, she is now upset that I am wearing the robe and proceeds to pull out a small can of dark blue paint and begins to apply the paint all over me with a small brush. She pays particular attention to the lapels, making sure that only the top layer gets painted.
I become very upset, and quickly take off the garment. As I silently walk out of the room, I leave her yelling at me to come back immediately and to help her finish the job.
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