I’m with my dad outside someone’s house while he’s working on a car. He asks me if I’ll get him some iced tea from the house. I go in the house and there are a lot of people in there, that I mostly don’t know, but they’re family. I start looking for cups and the iced tea. It’s really crowded and I’m waiting to get the opportunity to open cupboard doors in a central counter while people are talking to me. Finally, I get a cup and run into a woman. She’s kinda short with straight dark hair and says her name is Diane or Diana. I realize she’s my aunt who passed away and I never met. I introduce myself to her.
Thoughts: I was initially working with 3-4 dreams but I can’t recall the others now. I need to write them down immediately upon getting up. One of the others was SO strong that I’m amazed that I can’t see it now.
I’m in Chris’ house across the street and Kirby and Wrigley are there. I talk with Kirby a little but then lay on the floor with Wrigley and curl up with her. I’m stroking her and petting her and she’s just laying there soaking it up. At some point I expect that she’s going to pick up her head to see what Kirby’s doing but she doesn’t. She’s too content and this makes me happy.
I’m on a large estate with sprawling green lawns. There’s a pool in the shade of a large shady gazebo. The pool is actually pretty large and it’s lined with beautiful tiles made from shells and other items that are mainly different shades of green. There’s someone there to do the daily chore of waxing the tiles to make them more slick so they don’t scratch anyone. It’s a laborious process and they don’t drain the water.
I’m having a vision while working with hypnosis. It’s of a large ramp that’s made from stone and there’s a warrior at the top defending the top of the ramp. I’m looking at it from a great distance.
I’m on a grassy knoll or hill. I realize I’m living here and this is my yard. I cross a fence and descend some steps and realize that they neighbors are hanging their laundry and that I’ve crossed over into their yard so I quietly go back up the steps into my yard. Then I look across to another hill that has a tiny creek running around the outside and there’s a small path with a cute little Japanese style bridge crossing the creek. I think to myself that that would be a wonderful place to play guitar and I’m thinking about going over there. There is a guy and a girl there doing something and I don’t want to impose upon them. Next, someone it playing the recording of song for me. The vocals are really rough, yet strangely beautiful. The instrumentation fades as the song ends, and it sounds really organic as each instruments fades out of the song.
Thoughts: The steps were these really disjointed heights similar to another dream I had recently. That’s interesting.
I’m at some sort of concert practice or something. There’s a group of black singers. They kind of abandon me and I feel bad so I leave and walk down the street in a warehouse district while the singers walk to a different warehouse complex. I get to the corner where the light is. A little brown car pulls up and a guy starts throwing me intimidating looks. I start to back up ‘cos I don’t want any trouble. But then, another guy gets out and also starts throwing me some looks. I back up a little more and start walking backwards. Then the two guys get out these really large chrome plated fork weapons and start to come after me.
I wake late, it’s 8:15 and I’m supposed to be in class at 8. I also have some things that need to get done so I’m really torn about going. I eat something and there are a couple of people I’m talking with. I finally leave for class. I’m on a dirt road heading thru some hills and a I veer to the left and come upon two buildings. It’s 9:20. I’m really late now but I still want to get what I can. The class is moving from the building on the right to the building on the left as I arrive and a join them.
I’m talking to someone and there’s a Clint Eastwood movie getting ready to start. I say, “Oh, I love this movie but I can’t remember the name of it. I think it’s called Cat or something.” The credits come up and it’s called, “Crowkill.”
I have a large mansion, 5 stories tall. It’s time to let go of it and all the things in it so I set it on fire on the left corner of the house, kind of underneath the overhang of the second floor on a porch or entrance area. The fire starts easily but suddenly I realize that I forgot to get my clothes out of the closet of my room. I go around the right side of the house and go in and start heading up the stairway to the second floor corner where my room is. However, when I get there, it’s not my room. I’m confused and think, well, maybe my room is on the third floor so I go up the stairs and start running into other people that are trying to clear their things out of the house. I get to the corner room, but again it’s not mine. I start up to the fourth floor, same thing. I start asking people if they know where my room is but no one really knows. I recall that out the window, I used to be able to look over the cemetery across the street from a particular vantage point and I’m in the center of the house looking out the window a realizing that the angle’s completely wrong from this point of view. So, I head back down to the bottom of the house to start over again. I’m really concerned that the house is burning and I haven’t gotten what I need out of it and I’m also realizing that the other people aren’t finished either.
I don’t recall if this is the a separate dream, but I think I have what I can get from the house. I’m at the big dark dirt spiral that has the canyon and leads off into the green mountains. It’s feeling very large and I’m traveling.
It’s very early in the morning, just before sunrise. I’m down in the plains of the area of society, but it’s a nice part, a park. I think there’s going to be a gathering of some sort coming. There are people camped, waiting. I’m passing by and see statues of people made out of what looks like cement and palm bark. There’s a mist or fog hovering in the air.
I’m asked to participate in a ceremony. There’s a large black jacket that an army jacket that has really short sleeves and they’ve asked me to unzip them and put it on. I’m supposed to represent the west. I recall that I know a perfect west song but I can’t recall what it is. I keep thinking of the letter “k” and the Wakinyan. I decide to go to the bathroom. It’s dark and I pull out my cell phone and I’m looking for the song to listen to it. The person who used the bathroom previous to me didn’t flush.
I’m in a different country and I come across an ice cream parlor. I go in and it’s a completely different world. There’s a park and I’m walking along and come across a beautiful rock with different colours of red and green, very pale. There are crystals in the rock and I discover a yellow bird that reminds me of Tweety. It’s so precious as it actually smiles at me. I reach down and try to pose it so I can take a picture and I realize that there are fountains in the background that I want to time into the picture. One of the pictures, there’s actually a wave that goes by. I start to walk around some more and notice at one point there were jumps made in the dirt for bicycles but the city has come in and put in structures and chains to stop kids from jumping. It’s a shame that this has happened and the more I look around, I discover that the person responsible has created an office here. I walk into the office and it’s really ornate. It seems to be mostly Chinese artistry, but there are a lot of elephant motifs and a lot of red and gold. I walk out of the office and head over the ice cream parlor area. I have to climb down to it on some really strange stair constructions and I’m mostly just jumping down about 3-4 feet at a time, and holding onto ledges. I get into the parlor and sit down with Andy. I ask her what she wants to get. She wants ice cream, something with chocolate in it, but she also wants chocolate condors as a topping. I get up and place the order. I ask if that have chocolate condors but they don’t. The young man is offering something else.
I’m in an enormous mansion. It’s beautiful but old. Much of needs to be updated, but people are working at resurrecting its glory. There’s a group of people there that are busy organizing something. I’m looking for a place to go off and read, peacefully. I find a door to an outdoor patio. There are old tables with yellow glass set up in a dining configuration and there’s a bar nearby that’s serving drinks. I’m amazed that all this exists in this old mansion which is really someone’s home, possibly mine, but it’s also a very social gathering place. There’s a man who’s obviously been caretaking here for a long time. He walks up because there’s an ashtray full of tobacco and he complains that it’s not empty. There’s a thought of renting the bar for an event.
I’m in a town that’s having a sort of festival going on. There are really colorful braided strands of fabric hanging from a building and they’re a message that I want to read but they’re braided so intricately and then bound together that I need to unravel them to read them. I’m given a smaller grouping of the braids and I’m trying to unwind a small group and realize it isn’t really the group I want to read, but it’s all such a mess. I also want to maintain the integrity of some of the groupings because visually, they’re beautiful. I’m with a couple of other people and we want to navigate back to the place where the biggest strands are. I’m in a wheelchair and I’m holding the small group in one hand which makes it difficult to navigate the wheelchair by myself. We’re crossing a street at a light and we come up to the corner and I get the first glance at why I’m in the wheelchair. I have a brace on my left knee. It doesn’t look permanent. I realize we’re somewhat lost but do get to see some of the theatrics of the fair as there’re jugglers where we are. I start looking at some sort of navigation device to access our location in relation to where we want to go.
Thoughts: The mansion could be the BT group and the Expo coming up. The festival and braided strands could the the recent stuff going on with the IBA that I don’t know about.
I’m walking down a hallway where there are pictures and I start channeling a spirit. It happens really quickly. I walk into a coffee and refreshments room in a dining hall where I run into a few other people from the group I’m with. I explain that I started channeling a spirit of a woman. There are about 5 people there and we’re all running over the stories that we know about the previous inhabitance of this location and I’m able to figure out which woman it is. It’s not a main woman but rather someone on the periphery of the occupying family of the location. We talk for a while, and then the groups forms and goes off to work, leaving me behind, which feels a little abandoning. A larger portion of the total group comes in and starts to form more working groups and I don’t really know these people well. One of them comes up to me. He’s a big black guy, much taller than me, and puts his arm around me. He asks what group I’m working with. I tell him I don’t have one. A few of the other people are indirectly comments how the others that were here a minute ago are rather segregating. I’m invited to leave with the black guy and some others to form a working group. He owns a van and we pile in and head down the road. It’s dark out, and as we’re driving, we see some guy wearing nothing but a pile of leaves around his waste coming down the road and acting really strange. I saw him before and wondered what he was doing. It’s obvious that the group doesn’t want him going to the dining hall so the van drives up very slowly and bumps into him and knocks him over. The driver makes a big loops indicating to another vehicle what’s going on. We come up to the guy again who’s still laying on the group doing his strange wiggle thing. We then drive on.
I’m with the group again but this time there’s a woman who’s put on some boots the cause her to hover above the ground and fly in a spiral, head toward the center, as these charged boots swing her leg out in 3 big arcs. It doesn’t last all that long but she’s loving it. I don’t know if I’ve missed the request for being able to do this or what the qualifications are. I’m about the same size and age as the woman, and I’m wondering how I can have ankle boots to put on and try this. It looks really exciting. I go and sit down with her to talk to her.
