First the dream,
I am in a large mall-like setting. At first I'm not sure what I am doing there, but after a while I realize that it is a beautiful resort that caters to the seniors. It is very modern, with many shops and theatres, glass and steel partitions and huge windows. Although I don't take the elevator to the upper floors, I know that it is full of beautiful rooms for the seniors to stay and enjoy themselves. But at the same time, it is also full of old-world charm. Outside the main building, there is a number of thatch-roof cottages, and the property is full of woods, meadows, hills, a small lake, as well as a pristine swimming pool, and all the amenities of a resort.
I am waiting with some other staff for a group of guests to arrive, and soon they do - they are all ladies in their 70's and 80's, their crisp cotton summer outfits neatly pressed, their hair newly coifed. They are all very excited to be here, and one of them hands me a piece of paper upon which is their itenerary. I tell them that they are most welcome to be here, and can do whatever they wish without sticking to any schedule. But they would have none of that - their spokeswoman tells me, with a slightly worried look on her face, that "No, we best stick to that schedule, because otherwise we will not be able to take advantage of the free tickets". I assure them their wishes will be honoured. They all go to the elevators, with staff taking all the luggage up as well.
I go outside into the flower-studded meadow, and then up the hill. This is such a beautiful place, part cultivated, part wild, and I am grateful that my job permits me the time to explore it all - in fact requires me to do so, so that I can be more efficient in showing it to the guests. I meet some of my co-workers at the top of the hill, and we all stand there admiring the view for a while. In time, it is necessary for us to get back down, and playfully, I tell them that I can beat them all in reaching the bottom of the hill.
With the abandon of little children, we begin to run down the hill. A few steps down, I will myself to lift off the ground and fly. I am only partially successful, but it still gives me the edge I need to soar over their heads a few times, much to their astonishment and my delight. I find I cannot sustain the flight or height too well, and when I finally crash-land the final time in the small meadow in front of the main building, the fastest runner is already there. We laugh, gasping, as the others join us, and I tell them, "Well, that was rather unspectacular!" Not so in the eyes of my friends, because they all want to know how I managed to do that. I promise to let them know all about it after work tonight.
*****
I know I woke up at this point, and when I began to fall asleep again, it didn't take long for me to find my Astral self sitting up. I didn't waste any time in separating myself and flying about my room. This time, I wanted to see the rest of my apartment and just leisurily began to make my way down the hall into the living room, where I perched myself on top of the entertainment wall unit and like a gargoyle, surveyed the place. I could not get enough of it! Even as in waking life, this apartment is too new, filled with new items, for me to truly be comfortable in it - it felt as though it belonged to someone else!
But I also focused on the objects that were so important to me - the artwork on the walls - and that is what grounded me. I saw the place finally as mine, finally as a place that has truly my stamp on it and simply sat back and enjoyed the view. Seen from above, from that vantage point, I took note of the little things, like how the very faint light played upon the face of Quan Yin, or how the gold collars around my Bast figurines sparkled.
Still staying very close to the ceiling, I made my way to the patio doors and looked at the room from that perspective, this time perching myself on top of the kitchen cabinets and again noting some details that will need to be attended to (like the top of the piano). I was filled with a deep gratitude and contentment. For a moment I debated flying into the spare clutter room, but decided not too - and laughed at that decision. But I did spend more time just flying about the living room, hovering here and there, before I knew it was time to go back.
The short trip down the hall and back in my bedroom, I paused for a few seconds looking down upon myself. I looked very peaceful and relaxed. Outside it was still dark. Another half second and I settled neatly into myself and stirred. I know I instantly fell back asleep, because when I did wake up finally, it was full daylight. The memory of this flight was very fresh and clear.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
NEW CLASS, WALK IN THE GARDENS, A CHARMING CAFE
I had three distinct dreams last night, the first one I woke up from at around 2:30 a.m. It's the one I remember the least. I am in a large, old-fashioned class-room. There is sunlight coming in through the windows and making the wood desks and floor gleam brightly. All other there are adults, and are sitting on top of desks in a cluster, while the facilitator explains how it is necessary to create a new level or class of Emergency Medical Staff (she uses the term EMS). Some participants, I now see, are wearing dark blue uniforms that correspond with this occupation.
The next two dreams sort of blend into one another, but I know were dreamed at two separate times:
I am walking in a garden with a younger man and two children, a boy and a girl. Although their presence is vague, I feel that this is my son and my grandchildren, Abby and Owen. Both appear much younger than they are now. I know I am holding the girl's hand, and I tell them that I will show them something very beautiful. The garden is very large, with many different flower and vegetable beds, with bright green lawns between them. There are also fruit trees all around providing shade. We all walk towards the back of the garden, which is ablaze with clumps of tiger lilys. The little girl squeals with delight and runs around touching all the blooms. She comes back and grabs her brother's hand and they run from one patch to another. My son and I watch them fondly, sitting in the shade of the nearby tree.
Suddenly he looks at something in the grass and calls the children to him. They come reluctantly. I now see what he sees - two large salemander-like animals, dappled-gray on top, and almost black on the bottom, with the long red tongues flicking out. I know they are harmless, just looking for a way to get back to the pond, and I take the opportunity to show them to the children. My son, however, does not feel so kindly towards them, and takes the children away from the area. We all walk back towards the house in pleasant conversation.
Third dream - I am on Main Street at the west end of Hamilton waiting for a bus. One comes and I get on it. I am aware that I am dreaming and that all I'm seeing is very normal. As we approach the downtown core, the bus suddenly turns left into Summer Lane, where the art gallery is. This startles me, and I say out loud that this is not the route. Someone responds by saying that a new route has been established to accommodate the new stores that have opened up. "Ah yes, I remember now", I say as we go down the underpass. I see a group of people waiting to get on the bus, and on impulse, decide to get off and explore the new establishments.
The entire section is very trendy and reminds me of what the old Yorkville district in Toronto used to be. Struck by that thought, I begin to look for a coffee-house. Sure enough, I find one - it's a few steps up from the sidewalk, and in through a narrow door. I walk into a darkened room filled with dark wood tables and chairs. There are some deep comfortable couches along one wall, and someone from a particularly darkened corner, is playing soft jazz on the piano.
The place is occupied by some people, who look up as I come in. They smile broadly and wave me over, saying, "In this place, no one sits alone!" I join them - mostly young gay men (they are quite open about this), who are working on a beautiful beaded tapestry. I gladly join them and take up a needle. The owner, another young gay man, comes over to take our orders, and stops to chat with me for a few minutes. He confides that he wasn't prepared for all the work this place would entail, nor for the "excrament" that other people put him through. But he smiles as he says he wouldn't change it for all the tea in China. "And speaking of tea in China..." he laughs as he runs to the back to get our drinks.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
SEEING THE DEAD
I am in an apartment and am talking with a woman who is perched on a stool by a window. She is middle-aged, has short black hair and is rather plump. There is something familiar about her, and it's disturbing me on several levels - I know I should recognize her, and when I do, I know I will realize that this is not to be. It's an instinctual feeling.
I go into another room to get something and hear her say, "In order for us to go swimming, we need to have one more person with us."
"Yes, I know, we're supposed to be in a group of three. How about I ask Deborah Grant? She wanted me to go with her."
Suddenly, I know who it is that is sitting in my living room - it's my mother! And yet, it doesn't really look like her - her face is somehow different. I march up to her and look carefully at her.
"You know you're not supposed to be here. You told me that the last time you visited me. In case you have forgotten, you are dead. You have been dead for many, many years now! Who are you!?"
At that the woman just smiles and begins to shift, and morph into something not human. Before me now is a creature very much like a green Chinese dragon, with red around the eyes and lips, the scales gleaming like emeralds, but it does not grow, retaining the height of a human.
It rears up, and I step back. I am afraid but refuse to show that fear. Staring it straight in the brilliant eyes, I again ask, "Who are you!?" Once again the creature begins to blur and shift, and now I see a young man dressed in a red and green Renaissance outfit. He tells me not to be afraid, that he isn't going to harm me. In fact, quite the opposite. As he speaks, he moves out into the middle of the room and a suitcase materializes on the couch which he beings to pack. By the time he reaches the couch, he is now dressed in a pair of Hawaii shorts and shirt, again predominantly green. He says, "See? I am packing and won't bother you again."
But now, I am not wanting him to go, I want to find out who he is and what he is doing in my apartment. I ask him this and he tells me (something that I can't quite remember). Something catches my eye, and I now see another young man, who looks very similar to my "intruder" leaning against another chair, wearing a similar outfit, but this one is more beige and blue. He has a glass in his hand, and he salutes me with this. Both the men have dark curly hair and dark eyes. And they both look at me as though they expect me to recognize them. I feel very frustrated that I fail to do so.
Suddenly it hits me! It has been so long since I've seen the Brothers, my Guardians! I shout at them, begging them to stay. I am overwhelmed with a feeling of love and affection, and the sure knowledge that I am never alone. I rush to one that is packing, while the other joins us in a deep hug. We stay like this until I feel that something is changing.
The room swirls around me, and although I know I am still hugging someone, I know it is not the Brothers any more. I open my eyes, and see myself in a room full of people, some of whom are in garb, others in robes. I am hugging some friends, one of whom is Brandi Fraser. She grabs my hand, and I the hand of another, and step lively into a beautiful Spiral Dance...
I go into another room to get something and hear her say, "In order for us to go swimming, we need to have one more person with us."
"Yes, I know, we're supposed to be in a group of three. How about I ask Deborah Grant? She wanted me to go with her."
Suddenly, I know who it is that is sitting in my living room - it's my mother! And yet, it doesn't really look like her - her face is somehow different. I march up to her and look carefully at her.
"You know you're not supposed to be here. You told me that the last time you visited me. In case you have forgotten, you are dead. You have been dead for many, many years now! Who are you!?"
At that the woman just smiles and begins to shift, and morph into something not human. Before me now is a creature very much like a green Chinese dragon, with red around the eyes and lips, the scales gleaming like emeralds, but it does not grow, retaining the height of a human.
It rears up, and I step back. I am afraid but refuse to show that fear. Staring it straight in the brilliant eyes, I again ask, "Who are you!?" Once again the creature begins to blur and shift, and now I see a young man dressed in a red and green Renaissance outfit. He tells me not to be afraid, that he isn't going to harm me. In fact, quite the opposite. As he speaks, he moves out into the middle of the room and a suitcase materializes on the couch which he beings to pack. By the time he reaches the couch, he is now dressed in a pair of Hawaii shorts and shirt, again predominantly green. He says, "See? I am packing and won't bother you again."
But now, I am not wanting him to go, I want to find out who he is and what he is doing in my apartment. I ask him this and he tells me (something that I can't quite remember). Something catches my eye, and I now see another young man, who looks very similar to my "intruder" leaning against another chair, wearing a similar outfit, but this one is more beige and blue. He has a glass in his hand, and he salutes me with this. Both the men have dark curly hair and dark eyes. And they both look at me as though they expect me to recognize them. I feel very frustrated that I fail to do so.
Suddenly it hits me! It has been so long since I've seen the Brothers, my Guardians! I shout at them, begging them to stay. I am overwhelmed with a feeling of love and affection, and the sure knowledge that I am never alone. I rush to one that is packing, while the other joins us in a deep hug. We stay like this until I feel that something is changing.
The room swirls around me, and although I know I am still hugging someone, I know it is not the Brothers any more. I open my eyes, and see myself in a room full of people, some of whom are in garb, others in robes. I am hugging some friends, one of whom is Brandi Fraser. She grabs my hand, and I the hand of another, and step lively into a beautiful Spiral Dance...
Thursday, July 21, 2011
INTRIGUE, MOTHER AND DIAMOND STUDS
I am with a small group of people, young men and women, and we are all in an apartment. Before us on the coffee table is a bunch of photographs and we are passing them individually to one couple, who has a very large group photograph in front of them. They are obviously trying to match the faces of individual photos to those in the group. There is also a picture of a house. I know that I was in that house before, and am relating to the group what it looks like inside, especially the beautiful centre staircase going to the upper levels.
The entire feeling is one of intrigue. We must both capture someone while eluding others, and discuss the best way of doing this. It is inevitable that we must go to this house, but before we do, the phone rings and when I answer it, I am told that we are to pick up someone's mother at the station and bring her to this house. It's perfect! This is our way in.
We divide into groups, each with our own work to do. Another couple goes to pick up the mother, and I get assigned to a group of three, two men and a woman. It is our task to go to yet another house and look for certain items there - more photographs and some documents. When we get to that house, I am surprised to see that it's actually an old ship that was converted into a home, but even now is wrecked and old, and no one really lives there any more. We go in and in our search discover a cache of beautiful jewellery, like a pirate's treasure. Most of it is carefully wrapped up in pieces of cloth, but the cloth is old and crumbles to dust at the slightest touch, while the jewellery itself is in perfect condition.
I see a strange look on one of my companion's faces all of a sudden. He looks at me intently and then smiles gently. He looks through the cache and finds a pair of small diamond studs and tells me that these would look lovely on me. I shake my head and say that I cannot wear earnings, that they bring on a very quick infection to the ear lobe. He says that will not be a problem in this case, since the stems are of white gold. I relent, and let him insert the earrings, joking that the piercing may have grown over now. He is gentle and before I know it the earrings are in, and I marvel that I did not feel anything. I feel shy all of a sudden, and unable to adequately say my thanks for what felt like an incredible intimate gesture. He turns around and straps a small device to his belt, like a cell-phone holster, but instead of a cell-phone or a pager, what he is carrying in there is a Mars bar. We all laugh at this and go on with our search.
Eventually we walk out and find a car waiting for us. It is one of our companions, and she says that we must now hurry. We pile into the car and drive down the road until we see the large estate loom before us. We somehow know that the others who brought the mother are already there and as one, we take a deep breath, knowing our real work has just begun.
The entire feeling is one of intrigue. We must both capture someone while eluding others, and discuss the best way of doing this. It is inevitable that we must go to this house, but before we do, the phone rings and when I answer it, I am told that we are to pick up someone's mother at the station and bring her to this house. It's perfect! This is our way in.
We divide into groups, each with our own work to do. Another couple goes to pick up the mother, and I get assigned to a group of three, two men and a woman. It is our task to go to yet another house and look for certain items there - more photographs and some documents. When we get to that house, I am surprised to see that it's actually an old ship that was converted into a home, but even now is wrecked and old, and no one really lives there any more. We go in and in our search discover a cache of beautiful jewellery, like a pirate's treasure. Most of it is carefully wrapped up in pieces of cloth, but the cloth is old and crumbles to dust at the slightest touch, while the jewellery itself is in perfect condition.
I see a strange look on one of my companion's faces all of a sudden. He looks at me intently and then smiles gently. He looks through the cache and finds a pair of small diamond studs and tells me that these would look lovely on me. I shake my head and say that I cannot wear earnings, that they bring on a very quick infection to the ear lobe. He says that will not be a problem in this case, since the stems are of white gold. I relent, and let him insert the earrings, joking that the piercing may have grown over now. He is gentle and before I know it the earrings are in, and I marvel that I did not feel anything. I feel shy all of a sudden, and unable to adequately say my thanks for what felt like an incredible intimate gesture. He turns around and straps a small device to his belt, like a cell-phone holster, but instead of a cell-phone or a pager, what he is carrying in there is a Mars bar. We all laugh at this and go on with our search.
Eventually we walk out and find a car waiting for us. It is one of our companions, and she says that we must now hurry. We pile into the car and drive down the road until we see the large estate loom before us. We somehow know that the others who brought the mother are already there and as one, we take a deep breath, knowing our real work has just begun.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
FLIGHT AND THE GATHERING
Warning - Contains Adult Content:
I woke up at around 4:30 am and had trouble falling back asleep for a while. Eventually, I turn over and feel that wonderful sensation of heaviness and buzzing that heralds the beginning of astral travel. I concentrate my all on leaving my body, and am somewhat startled to hear a chorus of soft voices urging me to "rise, rise and fly". (I was not able to see who those voices belonged to.) After a few attempts, and in order to concentrate better, I keep my eyes closed as I feel myself float upwards. It occurs to me that this is not necessary, since in astral, I am able to see not only in any direction I choose, but all directions at once, and slowly will vision to return to me.
I am surprised to see that I am not in my own bedroom but in a much larger one, with an ornate ceiling and archway. There is a bay window in front of me, and all this looks very familiar. My bed, when I look back on it, is a very large four-poster unit with fluttery curtains all around it, and beyond them I dimly see myself still snuggled under the thin blanket.
With the chorus of voices still urging me to "rise, rise and fly", I turn my attention to the bay window, and without any hesitation fly right through the glass - solid matter simply does not exist here! - and find myself in the beautiful cool pre-dawn air. Now I recognize the street and the house - it's the one that I just moved from. This puzzles me, and I wonder what it is that I'm doing here again. But such questionings do not last long, because the important thing is that I'm free, free to fly about in complete abandon and liberation!
This doesn't last long, because after a few lazy passes up and down the street, I feel a subtle tug, and know I must be off somewhere else. I follow this tug, everything blurs, and I find myself hovering over a large rural estate, ablaze with lights inside. I see two or three people enter and know that this is where I must be too.
I let go of the flight reluctantly, and make myself solid enough to enter the house by more conventional means. Inside, I see the huge living room and kitchen already full of men and women, greeting each other warmly. I sense that there are a number of bedrooms upstairs that are also occupied by people. As I walk around, I suddenly see someone I know, Adrienne, and we are hugging each other fiercely before we could even blink.
Because we are hard-pressed to find a spot to talk privately, we go into a pristine, white, but very old-fashioned bathroom. I put the toilet seat down and sit there while Adrienne sits on the floor with her head on my lap. Thus we stay, speaking of our love for the Goddess, and how She has manifested Herself to us recently, when the door opens and a couple of young men walk in on us. At that moment, I realize that while our eyes tell us we do not know each other, our spirits instantly recognize our true kindred. We all hug and give up the quest for solitude. This is not the time or place for it, and so make our way downstairs again.
From the kitchen the wonderful aroma of homemade soup and bread (gluten-free for Adrienne - how amazing that this came through!), entices all of us. There appears to be no agenda or program; this is merely a gathering of souls that are not able to so meet in the physical world. We eat, laugh, embrace, talk of all that matters to us. Such closeness stimulates intimacy, and it feels like Beltane all over again, with couples doing what couples do in joyful, open manner.
I walk around and come to a young man with his girl, dark-eyed and raven-haired, pulled on his lap. There is invitation in their eyes for me to join them, and I do, pulling up her skirt to reveal her very ripe and beautiful yoni. She arches her back at this, but what I see there is not sexual, but a doorway to gentle salvation. Her partner and I look at each other, both having realized this at the same time, and suddenly she becomes shy, pulling her skirt down. I leave them, knowing that they need to be alone to fulfill this salvation.
Going down into the basement, I see that this is where the unpartnered people are, the Crones and Wise Men, and know my place is here, but before I reach them, I stop in surprise to see a man sitting in the alcove in the wall. He is miniature, about two feet tall, with black hair and sharp pointy goatee, reminding me of a fox. He is dressed in blue jeans and a blue checkered shirt, which looks totally odd on him, and he is rude, making all sorts of comments in totally inappropriate and belligerent manner. I cannot help but laugh, because this too is an act, just like his clothes are. I am not fooled by his behavour or appearance, and tell him that it does not become the Wee Folk to act in this way.
I pick him up and put him on my left shoulder as we wander around munching on the many delicacies laid out before us. There is much conversation, and in this conversation much planning - we all feel a sense of urgency.
Eventually, as I knew it would come, I feel the tug again. Outside it is now light, as I take flight and in a blur, find myself gently sliding back into my body and waking up to sunlight streaming through my window.
I woke up at around 4:30 am and had trouble falling back asleep for a while. Eventually, I turn over and feel that wonderful sensation of heaviness and buzzing that heralds the beginning of astral travel. I concentrate my all on leaving my body, and am somewhat startled to hear a chorus of soft voices urging me to "rise, rise and fly". (I was not able to see who those voices belonged to.) After a few attempts, and in order to concentrate better, I keep my eyes closed as I feel myself float upwards. It occurs to me that this is not necessary, since in astral, I am able to see not only in any direction I choose, but all directions at once, and slowly will vision to return to me.
I am surprised to see that I am not in my own bedroom but in a much larger one, with an ornate ceiling and archway. There is a bay window in front of me, and all this looks very familiar. My bed, when I look back on it, is a very large four-poster unit with fluttery curtains all around it, and beyond them I dimly see myself still snuggled under the thin blanket.
With the chorus of voices still urging me to "rise, rise and fly", I turn my attention to the bay window, and without any hesitation fly right through the glass - solid matter simply does not exist here! - and find myself in the beautiful cool pre-dawn air. Now I recognize the street and the house - it's the one that I just moved from. This puzzles me, and I wonder what it is that I'm doing here again. But such questionings do not last long, because the important thing is that I'm free, free to fly about in complete abandon and liberation!
This doesn't last long, because after a few lazy passes up and down the street, I feel a subtle tug, and know I must be off somewhere else. I follow this tug, everything blurs, and I find myself hovering over a large rural estate, ablaze with lights inside. I see two or three people enter and know that this is where I must be too.
I let go of the flight reluctantly, and make myself solid enough to enter the house by more conventional means. Inside, I see the huge living room and kitchen already full of men and women, greeting each other warmly. I sense that there are a number of bedrooms upstairs that are also occupied by people. As I walk around, I suddenly see someone I know, Adrienne, and we are hugging each other fiercely before we could even blink.
Because we are hard-pressed to find a spot to talk privately, we go into a pristine, white, but very old-fashioned bathroom. I put the toilet seat down and sit there while Adrienne sits on the floor with her head on my lap. Thus we stay, speaking of our love for the Goddess, and how She has manifested Herself to us recently, when the door opens and a couple of young men walk in on us. At that moment, I realize that while our eyes tell us we do not know each other, our spirits instantly recognize our true kindred. We all hug and give up the quest for solitude. This is not the time or place for it, and so make our way downstairs again.
From the kitchen the wonderful aroma of homemade soup and bread (gluten-free for Adrienne - how amazing that this came through!), entices all of us. There appears to be no agenda or program; this is merely a gathering of souls that are not able to so meet in the physical world. We eat, laugh, embrace, talk of all that matters to us. Such closeness stimulates intimacy, and it feels like Beltane all over again, with couples doing what couples do in joyful, open manner.
I walk around and come to a young man with his girl, dark-eyed and raven-haired, pulled on his lap. There is invitation in their eyes for me to join them, and I do, pulling up her skirt to reveal her very ripe and beautiful yoni. She arches her back at this, but what I see there is not sexual, but a doorway to gentle salvation. Her partner and I look at each other, both having realized this at the same time, and suddenly she becomes shy, pulling her skirt down. I leave them, knowing that they need to be alone to fulfill this salvation.
Going down into the basement, I see that this is where the unpartnered people are, the Crones and Wise Men, and know my place is here, but before I reach them, I stop in surprise to see a man sitting in the alcove in the wall. He is miniature, about two feet tall, with black hair and sharp pointy goatee, reminding me of a fox. He is dressed in blue jeans and a blue checkered shirt, which looks totally odd on him, and he is rude, making all sorts of comments in totally inappropriate and belligerent manner. I cannot help but laugh, because this too is an act, just like his clothes are. I am not fooled by his behavour or appearance, and tell him that it does not become the Wee Folk to act in this way.
I pick him up and put him on my left shoulder as we wander around munching on the many delicacies laid out before us. There is much conversation, and in this conversation much planning - we all feel a sense of urgency.
Eventually, as I knew it would come, I feel the tug again. Outside it is now light, as I take flight and in a blur, find myself gently sliding back into my body and waking up to sunlight streaming through my window.
Monday, July 18, 2011
FOR THE BIRDS...
I am in my friend's back yard, and she is showing me a nest that some birds have made under some wooden planks (this actually did happen yesterday, and that image appeared in my dream). I stay there while she goes off, just to watch the nest, and see a wooden fence followed immediately by a concrete wall - the two were separated by about a foot.
This is very interesting to me for some reason, and I begin to follow both the fence and the wall from end to end. It's not very long, about 10 feet, and about in the middle of this structure, very close to the ground I see some movement. Suddenly, I am attacked by a large bird, and I back off. The bird flies at me again, and this time I see another bird, obviously its mate, swooping down to the ground. I realize that I was about to step on another, somewhat larger nest that has chicks in it. I also recognize the birds as owls, and this is a surprise to me. I know from somewhere that this would not be their normal place to nest.
I actually apologize to the birds as I step back further, and they leave me alone, although they still fly in an agitated manner around the nest. Soon I see a couple of fuzzy heads stick out and am delighted with the appearance of the chicks. Now something else catches my eye - I see that beside the nest is a small hole in the ground, and out pops a small animal - a gopher. I am alarmed at first to see it go straight to the next and actually climb into it, but the parent birds have no such concerns. It is obvious that the chicks and the baby gopher are friends.
It was almost like a scene out of a fairy-tale book, where animals co-exist and live together (much like a deer, a rabbit and a skunk did in Bambi). The parent birds keep a strict eye on all the little ones as they play, and at one time even fed the gopher the same way they did their chicks.
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This dream is actually loaded with totem symbolism that I must investigate. It was also influenced by my activities this weekend, first by the attendance to the discussion group where we talked about shamanic journeys and dreams, and then yesterday's outing to my friend's home where I actually saw the bird's nest in the tree-house.
Oh - I just remembered another part of the dream:
I am in some kind of an institution. There is an old-fashioned feeling to it, especially in the dormitories, where many beds are lined up against the wall, like a hospital ward in the early 1900's. I know there are several floors of similar wards, and I am told by a woman that I will have to move to one of them. She seems like she's in charge here, friendly in a very efficient and arm's-length sort of way.
I gather up all my bedding and go down one floor and see that there is an extra bed there, squeezed in between two other beds, and I assume this bed to be mine. I lay out my bedding on it all the while thinking how neat order has been disrupted by the addition of this extra bed.
I am vaguely aware of other people around me, but do not interact with any of them except the head nurse, as I began to call her. She approves my choice of beds, and I think this is rather strange since I have yet to see anyone else in either of the dormitories. At that moment, I do see someone I know, my friend from the east coast, and I go to him.
He greets me almost off-handedly, indifferent to seeing me, and I feel confused and hurt by this. Again I try to initiate a conversation, but he interrupts me by answering his cell-phone - I note this as another anachronism in the dream, since the entire scene is very old-fashioned. He eagerly says yes to something, and once he hangs up, tells me that he'll be going to see the latest Harry Potter movie. I ask if I may also come, and he very coldly tells me that he's had enough of my company, and that he would rather not see me again.
I feel very hurt by this, but outwardly just shrug and walk away to join the Head Nurse again, and begin making myself useful with her.
*****
And again this part was influenced by something else that happened yesterday, which I prefer not to talk about. It was a small incident in which I was the one, while not outrightly rejecting, but perhaps setting boundaries.
Oh - I just remembered another part of the dream:
I am in some kind of an institution. There is an old-fashioned feeling to it, especially in the dormitories, where many beds are lined up against the wall, like a hospital ward in the early 1900's. I know there are several floors of similar wards, and I am told by a woman that I will have to move to one of them. She seems like she's in charge here, friendly in a very efficient and arm's-length sort of way.
I gather up all my bedding and go down one floor and see that there is an extra bed there, squeezed in between two other beds, and I assume this bed to be mine. I lay out my bedding on it all the while thinking how neat order has been disrupted by the addition of this extra bed.
I am vaguely aware of other people around me, but do not interact with any of them except the head nurse, as I began to call her. She approves my choice of beds, and I think this is rather strange since I have yet to see anyone else in either of the dormitories. At that moment, I do see someone I know, my friend from the east coast, and I go to him.
He greets me almost off-handedly, indifferent to seeing me, and I feel confused and hurt by this. Again I try to initiate a conversation, but he interrupts me by answering his cell-phone - I note this as another anachronism in the dream, since the entire scene is very old-fashioned. He eagerly says yes to something, and once he hangs up, tells me that he'll be going to see the latest Harry Potter movie. I ask if I may also come, and he very coldly tells me that he's had enough of my company, and that he would rather not see me again.
I feel very hurt by this, but outwardly just shrug and walk away to join the Head Nurse again, and begin making myself useful with her.
*****
And again this part was influenced by something else that happened yesterday, which I prefer not to talk about. It was a small incident in which I was the one, while not outrightly rejecting, but perhaps setting boundaries.
Monday, July 11, 2011
DREAM OF FLYING AND THE APOCALYPSE
Last night's dreams (there were two distinct ones) were filled with so much special effects that it was a bit overwhelming! At least the 2nd one was. Not sure how much I can actually remember but here goes:
I remember waking up at around 4:00 am and having trouble getting back to sleep. It is from this that I enter into the half-awake, half-asleep stage which is just perfect for taking flight. I close my eyes, and concentrate on sliding out of my body, and feel myself rising higher and higher. Not willing to break this concentration, I continue to float around with my eyes closed, but now make a concerted effort to go in the direction of the window. The only thing that tells me I successfully passed through the glass is a slight distortion in light through my eyelids. I am filled with delight because it has been a long time since this happened, and finally risk opening my eyes to find myself high above the apartment building looking down on the piece of lawn and towards the next street. I do not remember anything else of this dream.
Now I am in what appears to be a hotel. It is filled with people in wild costumes. I know that I'm at some kind of science fiction convention, and just as quickly I discover that I am to lead in a workshop of some sort. It puzzles me that I should feel so grumpy about it - in fact, I'm downright angry at having to do this. I go to get some materials ready, but am constantly interrupted by some guys dressed in post-apocalyptic costumes straight out of Mad Max. They are very annoying.
I finally give up and go to my room to rest. As I wake up from the nap, I know that I am not alone in the room, these men are there also, making a terrible racket. I turn to get out of bed and notice that the entire room has changed; it is much higher and larger than it was before and it has deteriorated to the point of collapse. The walls are now just flapping pieces of tar dark tar paper and I see the daylight seeping through the cracks. I yell at the young men to come and see this, but they just laugh and leave.
I too go into the main convention centre and once again try and get all I need for the workshop. Now, in addition to being in a bad mood, I am also very concerned about the safety of everyone because I see this same deterioration eroding the hotel walls everywhere, like a blight. I decide to leave the building and advised everyone to do the same.
Outside now, I am stunned to see that instead of sunshine, the sky is covered by thick, black, roiling clouds. Many of the tall buildings are already hidden in them. I walk quickly along the sidewalk and come to a small hill where some people are gathering. At the top of the hill is a woman with long black hair and white robe preparing to do a ritual. In front of her is an altar containing a large silver coffee urn and coffee cups. Above the rising wind, I hear her begin the ritual to the Great Goddess Caffiena, and think it ridiculous that she should choose to do this at the time when it looks like the world is coming to an end.
But I stay, because I know that silly or not, I am now inside the Sacred Circle. But I do watch as all around us mountains are being created by these clouds. And from these cloud mountains are twisters and whirlwinds and all sorts of manifestations of very, very severe weather. Lightening now begins to streak and arc between these columns. The Priestess falters in her chanting and everyone looks around as yet a new phenomenon appears.
The entire horizon is filled with people rising, and angels descending, like it's the Rapture. But it is like there is an energy barrier of some sort at about 100 feet off the ground. Any person that gets to it turns to stone, as does any angel that comes to it from above, and all come crashing down. Even more alarming is that all the clothing remains drifting until a ring of jeans, dressed, white angelic robes, etc., is seen circling around and around. I see one angel, particularly beautiful, a perfect concept of this heavenly being, try to fly higher and escape the border, but unable to do so. It turned to stone, and I was immediately reminded of the Stone Weeping Angels from Dr. Who.
None escape, except those who do not float up. There are many who still remain earthbound, including all of us who are in the Circle, as we continue to watch with horror and fascination the great Cosmic Elemental dance tearing our world apart.
I remember waking up at around 4:00 am and having trouble getting back to sleep. It is from this that I enter into the half-awake, half-asleep stage which is just perfect for taking flight. I close my eyes, and concentrate on sliding out of my body, and feel myself rising higher and higher. Not willing to break this concentration, I continue to float around with my eyes closed, but now make a concerted effort to go in the direction of the window. The only thing that tells me I successfully passed through the glass is a slight distortion in light through my eyelids. I am filled with delight because it has been a long time since this happened, and finally risk opening my eyes to find myself high above the apartment building looking down on the piece of lawn and towards the next street. I do not remember anything else of this dream.
Now I am in what appears to be a hotel. It is filled with people in wild costumes. I know that I'm at some kind of science fiction convention, and just as quickly I discover that I am to lead in a workshop of some sort. It puzzles me that I should feel so grumpy about it - in fact, I'm downright angry at having to do this. I go to get some materials ready, but am constantly interrupted by some guys dressed in post-apocalyptic costumes straight out of Mad Max. They are very annoying.
I finally give up and go to my room to rest. As I wake up from the nap, I know that I am not alone in the room, these men are there also, making a terrible racket. I turn to get out of bed and notice that the entire room has changed; it is much higher and larger than it was before and it has deteriorated to the point of collapse. The walls are now just flapping pieces of tar dark tar paper and I see the daylight seeping through the cracks. I yell at the young men to come and see this, but they just laugh and leave.
I too go into the main convention centre and once again try and get all I need for the workshop. Now, in addition to being in a bad mood, I am also very concerned about the safety of everyone because I see this same deterioration eroding the hotel walls everywhere, like a blight. I decide to leave the building and advised everyone to do the same.
Outside now, I am stunned to see that instead of sunshine, the sky is covered by thick, black, roiling clouds. Many of the tall buildings are already hidden in them. I walk quickly along the sidewalk and come to a small hill where some people are gathering. At the top of the hill is a woman with long black hair and white robe preparing to do a ritual. In front of her is an altar containing a large silver coffee urn and coffee cups. Above the rising wind, I hear her begin the ritual to the Great Goddess Caffiena, and think it ridiculous that she should choose to do this at the time when it looks like the world is coming to an end.
But I stay, because I know that silly or not, I am now inside the Sacred Circle. But I do watch as all around us mountains are being created by these clouds. And from these cloud mountains are twisters and whirlwinds and all sorts of manifestations of very, very severe weather. Lightening now begins to streak and arc between these columns. The Priestess falters in her chanting and everyone looks around as yet a new phenomenon appears.
The entire horizon is filled with people rising, and angels descending, like it's the Rapture. But it is like there is an energy barrier of some sort at about 100 feet off the ground. Any person that gets to it turns to stone, as does any angel that comes to it from above, and all come crashing down. Even more alarming is that all the clothing remains drifting until a ring of jeans, dressed, white angelic robes, etc., is seen circling around and around. I see one angel, particularly beautiful, a perfect concept of this heavenly being, try to fly higher and escape the border, but unable to do so. It turned to stone, and I was immediately reminded of the Stone Weeping Angels from Dr. Who.
None escape, except those who do not float up. There are many who still remain earthbound, including all of us who are in the Circle, as we continue to watch with horror and fascination the great Cosmic Elemental dance tearing our world apart.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
BOOK PUBLISHING AND YULE CELEBRATIONS
I have some vague recollection of a couple of images from last night:
I am in a very intense meeting with some people, both men and women. We are discussing something of importance and as time goes on, I realize we're talking about a book I'm supposed to write. I feel pressured to do something I'm not ready to do yet (to write a full-scale novel), and turn away from them to look out the window. I'm thinking of something else, my arms crossed and one hand brought to my face - the typical "thinking" pose. Everyone quiets down for a moment. I turn around and say, "What about a book of short stories and poetry?" I have that almost complete?" The people start talking again, some against the idea, but most of them agreeing that it is a good idea.
The next piece I remember is me entering a large beautiful home. It is near Yule, and the people there are getting set to decorate the tree. There is a deep, soft beige carpet on the floor and there are a couple of babies crawling around, happily enjoying all the activities. One of them has a glass ornament, and I gently take it away from him, all the while distracting him with some other toy. The mother comes over and tells me how happy she is I could join them for this season. At that moment, I feel rather at odds - I too, feel happy that I can be here, but at the same time there is a sense that it's a "pity" visit, as though the hosts were sorry that I might have spent it alone.
The baby is scooped up and taken to get changed. The mother stays away for a long time, and I go looking for them. I find her sitting in the washroom crying, but not really crying. Her face seems to drip this white milky substance, which she is unable to stop. She looks up, rather embarrassed to be seen like this, and tells me that occasionally this happens. She calls it "plum tea".
I take the child, while she washes her face, and all is right with her again. We make our way back into the living room...
I am in a very intense meeting with some people, both men and women. We are discussing something of importance and as time goes on, I realize we're talking about a book I'm supposed to write. I feel pressured to do something I'm not ready to do yet (to write a full-scale novel), and turn away from them to look out the window. I'm thinking of something else, my arms crossed and one hand brought to my face - the typical "thinking" pose. Everyone quiets down for a moment. I turn around and say, "What about a book of short stories and poetry?" I have that almost complete?" The people start talking again, some against the idea, but most of them agreeing that it is a good idea.
The next piece I remember is me entering a large beautiful home. It is near Yule, and the people there are getting set to decorate the tree. There is a deep, soft beige carpet on the floor and there are a couple of babies crawling around, happily enjoying all the activities. One of them has a glass ornament, and I gently take it away from him, all the while distracting him with some other toy. The mother comes over and tells me how happy she is I could join them for this season. At that moment, I feel rather at odds - I too, feel happy that I can be here, but at the same time there is a sense that it's a "pity" visit, as though the hosts were sorry that I might have spent it alone.
The baby is scooped up and taken to get changed. The mother stays away for a long time, and I go looking for them. I find her sitting in the washroom crying, but not really crying. Her face seems to drip this white milky substance, which she is unable to stop. She looks up, rather embarrassed to be seen like this, and tells me that occasionally this happens. She calls it "plum tea".
I take the child, while she washes her face, and all is right with her again. We make our way back into the living room...
Thursday, July 7, 2011
THE GREEN MAN
My dreams last night were filled with intrigue, suspicion and paranoia. I vaguely remember being in some sort of an intelligence office.
Aside from these feelings, the only clear image I had was of me being in a bog - it was very green with all sorts of vegetation, but very spongy underfoot. Nevertheless I walk across it quickly to firmer ground. I hear a noise behind me and turn around to see a ball of green rolling towards me. It is big and as it gets closer, I see that it's made up of the same plant life as what's underfoot.
Suddenly it stops and unrolls into a wall of vegetation that is an entity onto itself. Somehow, I recognize the spirit of my friend, Vince, but am also aware that this is something very ancient and different, like the personification of The Green Man. He looks at me with huge brown eyes and sadly says, "Do you know what it's like to go into a library and know every word that is written there? Do you know what it's like to wander through the Earth and see nothing new? It is very tiring, that's how it is!" And indeed, I feel radiating from Him a sense that He has had to create much of what is in this life, rather than learn it. Ancient beyond words, and yet unmistakably my friend as well...
Aside from these feelings, the only clear image I had was of me being in a bog - it was very green with all sorts of vegetation, but very spongy underfoot. Nevertheless I walk across it quickly to firmer ground. I hear a noise behind me and turn around to see a ball of green rolling towards me. It is big and as it gets closer, I see that it's made up of the same plant life as what's underfoot.
Suddenly it stops and unrolls into a wall of vegetation that is an entity onto itself. Somehow, I recognize the spirit of my friend, Vince, but am also aware that this is something very ancient and different, like the personification of The Green Man. He looks at me with huge brown eyes and sadly says, "Do you know what it's like to go into a library and know every word that is written there? Do you know what it's like to wander through the Earth and see nothing new? It is very tiring, that's how it is!" And indeed, I feel radiating from Him a sense that He has had to create much of what is in this life, rather than learn it. Ancient beyond words, and yet unmistakably my friend as well...
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
I'M A CELEBRITY!
I am in an office, small and bright, and am working with a couple of other women. There is a buzz of excitement, and I know that something very special will be happening to me soon. Suddenly, the office is invaded by a mob of my friends (I recognize many of them - Charles, Belladonna, Mimi, Adrienne, Lisa, and many more), who swarm around me with much laughter. One of them, Charles, picks up the entire chair with me on it, and starts a parade and they all march out, with me still in the chair held high over his head. We are all laughing and cheering, and everyone is wishing me well.
Eventually, things quiet down. I am now walking and the crowd thins out until I am almost alone again, and I slowly make my way to the Corktown. It is no surprise that some of my friends are already there, but now the tone is more settled. A few wave to me casually as I walk in and take a seat at a table. Belladonna walks over to me and in a quiet voice tells me that it is not yet over. With a wink and a gesture for me to be quiet, she calls for attention and informs everyone that Lidia will now complete her presentation. Everyone cheers wildly and calls my name. The entire scene is sort of bizarre, it's almost as though I could say anything, and will be accepted without question. So I play along. I stand up and take a bow, and once everyone quiets down, I start talking as though I have been all along, and am just bringing the presentation to the end. Everyone is avidly listening as I say, "And so, as we have seen, the Spider is indeed a very powerful totem animal and spiritual icon. Next time you see one, do not be frightened, but approach her with respect. You never know what she will have to teach you!"
Again, the place erupts in loud cheering and applause. I acknowledge it all with a bow, and sit down, shake my head as I try and assimilate the entire situation.
Eventually, things quiet down. I am now walking and the crowd thins out until I am almost alone again, and I slowly make my way to the Corktown. It is no surprise that some of my friends are already there, but now the tone is more settled. A few wave to me casually as I walk in and take a seat at a table. Belladonna walks over to me and in a quiet voice tells me that it is not yet over. With a wink and a gesture for me to be quiet, she calls for attention and informs everyone that Lidia will now complete her presentation. Everyone cheers wildly and calls my name. The entire scene is sort of bizarre, it's almost as though I could say anything, and will be accepted without question. So I play along. I stand up and take a bow, and once everyone quiets down, I start talking as though I have been all along, and am just bringing the presentation to the end. Everyone is avidly listening as I say, "And so, as we have seen, the Spider is indeed a very powerful totem animal and spiritual icon. Next time you see one, do not be frightened, but approach her with respect. You never know what she will have to teach you!"
Again, the place erupts in loud cheering and applause. I acknowledge it all with a bow, and sit down, shake my head as I try and assimilate the entire situation.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
OF FLOWERS, AND HECKLERS AND COCKROACHES, OH MY!!
Okay, so last night in my dream I went to my friend's house. The place is full of tulle, lace, silk flowers, beads, glittery sequence, and other crafty stuff. I am told that I was to do two things - one was to sort out certain coupons (a lot of them!) into an accordion file, and then, there will be a flower arranging session for me to help out with.
She leaves to get some more supplies, and I go to another room, which is closed. (Yes, I hear you all screaming at me, "Don't open that door!! Don't open that door!") I open the door and find myself in a very pristine, theatre-like room. There is a deep burgundy carpet on the floor, and the walls are draped in rich fabrics, also burgundy with gold accents. For furniture, there are two white platforms with white chairs on them, and upon the chairs sit two puppets. Muppets, actually, because I recognize them from long ago as the two hecklers, Muppets designed to look like two old crochety men, who heckled anyone and everyone from a theatre balcony. There is nothing else in the room, and I turn to go out when I hear a sound - and realize that one of them is moving...and getting off the chair...and coming towards me...heckling me all the while in that gravelly voice!
I burst out laughing, and still laughing, I quickly exit the room and close the door behind me.
For some reason, I decide that now would be a good time to take a bath, and proceed to do so. Also, for some unknown reason, I decide it's a good idea to keep my t-shirt on while doing so, and it's a good thing I do, because shortly afterwards, I hear the front door open and my friend comes into the bathroom where I am. She looks kind of exasperated, unable to juggle all the bundles and packages she has, and so dumps everything on the floor.
It's obvious that she is also exasperated with me, but tells me that she has many more coupons that need to be filed, and this needs to be done soon because she is going to be going on air shortly and will need these handy to give out as prizes. As she dumps these beside the bathtub, I notice that the small squares of paper seem to be moving on their own. I quickly get out of the tub and wrap myself in a towel, all the while I am staring at these moving bits of paper. It doesn't take long for the first bug to appear, and then another and another. "They're cockroaches!", I yell, "You have cockroaches! I'm out of here!" All the while I am thinking of how many must be now crawling around in my purse and in my coat.
My friend doesn't seem to be all that disturbed by this, as she calmly begins gathering the papers and quickly filing them into the file. She also tells me that I am no longer welcome to be her minion, and can leave any time. I dress quickly (shaking out the clothing before putting them on), and make my way to the door. I hesitate for a minute in taking my purse, but think that I will make a thorough investigation of it before taking it into my house.
But before I can actually leave, another woman calls to me and asks me to give her a hand. She is holding the most exquisite arrangement of flowers, all done in soft yellows and bright leaf-green colours. She is trying to decide whether the sprays of yellow baby's breath will go well with the arrangements. I think that I have never seen yellow baby's breath, but when she hold it up against the green, it looks stunning! For a moment I forget that I am fleeing a cockroach-infested house to assist her with bundling up the plants.
The name of my friend has been withheld to protect her identity and prevent a lawsuit.
lawsuit
.
She leaves to get some more supplies, and I go to another room, which is closed. (Yes, I hear you all screaming at me, "Don't open that door!! Don't open that door!") I open the door and find myself in a very pristine, theatre-like room. There is a deep burgundy carpet on the floor, and the walls are draped in rich fabrics, also burgundy with gold accents. For furniture, there are two white platforms with white chairs on them, and upon the chairs sit two puppets. Muppets, actually, because I recognize them from long ago as the two hecklers, Muppets designed to look like two old crochety men, who heckled anyone and everyone from a theatre balcony. There is nothing else in the room, and I turn to go out when I hear a sound - and realize that one of them is moving...and getting off the chair...and coming towards me...heckling me all the while in that gravelly voice!
I burst out laughing, and still laughing, I quickly exit the room and close the door behind me.
For some reason, I decide that now would be a good time to take a bath, and proceed to do so. Also, for some unknown reason, I decide it's a good idea to keep my t-shirt on while doing so, and it's a good thing I do, because shortly afterwards, I hear the front door open and my friend comes into the bathroom where I am. She looks kind of exasperated, unable to juggle all the bundles and packages she has, and so dumps everything on the floor.
It's obvious that she is also exasperated with me, but tells me that she has many more coupons that need to be filed, and this needs to be done soon because she is going to be going on air shortly and will need these handy to give out as prizes. As she dumps these beside the bathtub, I notice that the small squares of paper seem to be moving on their own. I quickly get out of the tub and wrap myself in a towel, all the while I am staring at these moving bits of paper. It doesn't take long for the first bug to appear, and then another and another. "They're cockroaches!", I yell, "You have cockroaches! I'm out of here!" All the while I am thinking of how many must be now crawling around in my purse and in my coat.
My friend doesn't seem to be all that disturbed by this, as she calmly begins gathering the papers and quickly filing them into the file. She also tells me that I am no longer welcome to be her minion, and can leave any time. I dress quickly (shaking out the clothing before putting them on), and make my way to the door. I hesitate for a minute in taking my purse, but think that I will make a thorough investigation of it before taking it into my house.
But before I can actually leave, another woman calls to me and asks me to give her a hand. She is holding the most exquisite arrangement of flowers, all done in soft yellows and bright leaf-green colours. She is trying to decide whether the sprays of yellow baby's breath will go well with the arrangements. I think that I have never seen yellow baby's breath, but when she hold it up against the green, it looks stunning! For a moment I forget that I am fleeing a cockroach-infested house to assist her with bundling up the plants.
The name of my friend has been withheld to protect her identity and prevent a lawsuit.
lawsuit
.
Friday, July 1, 2011
MY NEW OFFICE
I am working in some office. It feels very old-fashioned, without any computers or air-conditioning. There are a couple of typewriters, the air is hazy and the over-head fan is whirling in lazy circles overhead. There are a number of other people there, but I do not see them distinctly. I am sitting at a desk going through some papers and putting them in order.
Everything around me begins to morph, but so slowly that at first I am not aware of the changes. When I do become aware, it's almost like this is exactly what needs to be happening, and nothing alarms me. The end result is an office in a large wooden structure that has many levels, and is more open then enclosed. Outside, I hear sounds of a lake or ocean lapping the shore. The air is warm, the sun is bright, and the breezes cool.
At that, I do look around more closely, and discover that the entire structure is indeed on an idyllic tropical beach. The levels are full of people in shorts and colourful wraps and sarongs, even as I am. But I still feel little, other than a gentle acceptance of the changes, as though I am in a dream within a dream. Following this thought, I see a bed in the corner of my office and go to sleep there.
I wake up and think how like my own bed this office bed is. I sit up and now see that all the empty spaces in this wooden tropical structure are covered with bright batik cloths fluttering in the breeze. I walk languidly around, heedless of the fact that I am clothed in just my underclothing. On one level are some men unrolling beautiful rugs, on another level, I see a group in what appears to be a rehearsal. Finally, I decide to go down the wooden stairs, and take my first good look at outside, this tropical paradise. It is perfect in every way.
Somehow the only thing that is still on my mind is that the bed in the ``office`` is the same as my bed at home, and with this, I drift gently and find myself waking up for real, in my own bed and bedroom.
Nice!!
Everything around me begins to morph, but so slowly that at first I am not aware of the changes. When I do become aware, it's almost like this is exactly what needs to be happening, and nothing alarms me. The end result is an office in a large wooden structure that has many levels, and is more open then enclosed. Outside, I hear sounds of a lake or ocean lapping the shore. The air is warm, the sun is bright, and the breezes cool.
At that, I do look around more closely, and discover that the entire structure is indeed on an idyllic tropical beach. The levels are full of people in shorts and colourful wraps and sarongs, even as I am. But I still feel little, other than a gentle acceptance of the changes, as though I am in a dream within a dream. Following this thought, I see a bed in the corner of my office and go to sleep there.
I wake up and think how like my own bed this office bed is. I sit up and now see that all the empty spaces in this wooden tropical structure are covered with bright batik cloths fluttering in the breeze. I walk languidly around, heedless of the fact that I am clothed in just my underclothing. On one level are some men unrolling beautiful rugs, on another level, I see a group in what appears to be a rehearsal. Finally, I decide to go down the wooden stairs, and take my first good look at outside, this tropical paradise. It is perfect in every way.
Somehow the only thing that is still on my mind is that the bed in the ``office`` is the same as my bed at home, and with this, I drift gently and find myself waking up for real, in my own bed and bedroom.
Nice!!
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