I was riding my bike near my mom’s house. I was young. I was near where the old apt comes up to Magnolia and there were two paths I could choose. I chose the one that was a little more dangerous and when I got along it, these two black kids on one bike came up to me. One of them was talking to me in gibberish and I knew I was in trouble. I started pedaling to outrun them but my gear seemed to be really high and I couldn’t work up any speed and there was just no way to outrun them and they were coming up behind me. I had no idea how I was going to get out of this.
I was on Riverside Dr. at night. I was walking along and there was this guy on a skateboard with a fishnet on a pole in one hand and handheld grip on a pole in the other and he was coming up the street behind me picking up candy from the ground. I asked him what he was doing and he told me that people were discarding all of their chocolate candy and it was worth a lot of money so he was collecting it. I asked him if it was really good candy so he gave me some. I unwrapped it and it was a bit melty and got all over my fingers, but it tasted good. There were three pieces and all were tasty candy. The dream changed and I was with a group of people in what felt like San Diego, people were preparing for a music contest. The teams weren’t bands or anything; they were like tech teams who were assembling equipment. One team was trying to get their printer to work ‘cos they needed to be getting data in realtime. I saw a stack of paper another team had and what was printing on the top were strange figures that had been circled and made no sense to me. They were in the back of a large truck doing this. The contest was to be held in a house that I walked into and was talking to someone in there. He was telling me about the importance of this contest, that there was no other like it. The house was filled with people waiting for this. There wasn’t even standing room. Then the dream shifted again and I was with Natalie and I was discussing music while looking at rhythma.com. I was creating a new page that had a music player on it and I was loading songs into it. First was Island of Misfit Toys and it started playing, but it was a completely different song that I’d never heard before. Next was a new song that I told her the name of but I can’t recall it now. Next was Sinner… then I awoke.
Thoughts: These are the first dreams that have a location that I’ve seen before in days and both were near my mom’s house.
I was on the phone with Kirby and he said I could come over to see Wrigley. It was late at night and I’d just gotten back from a long trip. I went over to a house that I’d never been to before. I was in the back yard and I didn’t know which door to enter thru. I picked one and peeked in and it turned out to be the bedroom. There was a naked man on his knees who looked like he was praying. I bowed out before anyone could see me and picked another door. Here, I found Wrigley who ran up to me and laid on her back and I started scratching her. She was so excited, she kept doing that wiggling and moving around thing while on her back. It was SO good to see her.
I was looking up at the full moon and it was split down the center. I looked down and looked up again and it had a huge ring around it and it looked like a copyright symbol.
There was a spiral staircase where the steps were hanging by ropes. The first two steps were fine but the next 6 or so were hanging from one side only. It seemed like a test that if you could get by these broken steps, you could get up the stairs. I didn’t try them before I woke up.
Jan was planning a big trip to Africa and taking people with her. I wondered what her relationship to Africa was. I saw these forest canopies and saw monkeys and apes living in them.
I was in a hotel room working on something that had to do with computing something, then doing target practice with a gun. It was work related and rather important, but there were these guys in the room that were being a bit belligerent and getting in the way. It was a bit annoying. We ended up going to a party in a micro bus that had the entire back as a big bed. When we got to the party, people wanted to eat pizza. I got out of the van and walked away from it and when I looked back, the bed had changed to a round table and there were people sitting at it waiting to eat.
Like so many of my dreams, there was a haunted house. In my notes I wrote that there were two guys who were going to paint it, but I can’t lock onto the memory now. The thing I do remember is that we were sitting in a large convertible watching an incredible pink sunset. I starting seeing these winged creatures dropping out of the sky. They were partly like gargoyles and partly like angels. The guys I was with starting freaking out because while I was watching the sky, they said they saw small creatures run up and jump into my body. I never saw or felt them.
Thoughts: It’s interesting that Jan and Karen have both been in my dreams this week. Not sure why tho. The target practice is indicative of me trying to nail astral projection I bet.
I was at a house that was a new location for a Mexican family that I was associated with. They had taken this new house after the old place they were living was given up for reasons unknown. It was an interesting location ‘cos it was next to a couple of businesses. One was a sort of auditorium, and the other was a food and bar location, but not really a restaurant, more of a vending window. The thing that was most odd is that all of this was way off the main road, back in the trees. You wouldn’t know it was all there unless you knew it was there. I kept thinking that this place must get really noisy when there’s an event. I recall some pretty loud music at one point, but I could imagine it being really quiet when it was closed. There was incredibly beautiful peace of wood that the family man had found. It was literally glowing with golden inner wood, somewhat covered by bark. But the most amazing with this indigo coloured stone embedded in the wood. I was beautiful but it had been broken apart because it was very fragile. I felt kind of sad that it was broken. I asked where it came from. Someone told me that the family man had found it. It was a big deal to the indigenous population because it represented an initiation to find such a thing. I recall wondering whether this was the case on finding this here or not. It seemed like if this was so significant, the stone wouldn’t be broken, but I didn’t know. They didn’t seem to care about it quite that much so I was a little confused about what was going on.
I’m in Mazatlan, in the back of a store or club. At first, I don’t understand where I am, but I see Anthony. He takes me into the front of the store which is filled with electronic equipment, but there are also people partying in there. There are TV’s catching images of the people there, there’s a lot of music. I’m looking around and notice that Anthony is making out with a tall asian man. After a few minutes of this (typical Anthony) he brings him over and introduces me haphazardly. We leave the store/club and go out into the streets and are walking around. I’m struck by how clean everything is. There seems to be an order to everything that’s remarkable. The average age is young, but there seems to be a responsibility for everyone and no one’s leeching off the system and it seems really together. I like it there. We end up on a bus and I’m pulling up my pant leg ‘cos I have apparently injured my ankle and wrapped it with cellophane to support it. There are three girl tourists on the bus and they’re wearing clear plastic as well. I recall some big woman yelling out at one of these girls that she’s infinitesimally vapid or something like that. Next thing I remember, I’m with Mel, and we’re giving our bags to someone from a cruise line in exchange for tickets. Later we board at a different location but can’t seem to figure out where to pick up our bags.
I was standing in line at a movie theatre for a film with my mother. She was acting really strange and talking incessantly and wouldn’t stop. She kept incorrectly using phrases and the people around her kind of trying to ignore her. The escalator broke down and we had to use a staircase to go into the movie when they finally called us in.
Thoughts: Interesting about the Mexican family and Mazatlan, then my mom. Initiation that doesn’t seem significant to someone else, but does to me. In Mazatlan, a world that seems orderly with Anthony who doesn’t seem orderly to me at all, maybe describing an illusion. Locations are still unknown.
This guy realized that when he died, he could reincarnate as a piece of art work that would bring closure to someone else’s grief. He came back as a coloured mustache. It was gray, red, blue, and yellow and it was exactly what a man and a gallery needed. I saw the series of different facial hair arrangements and they were really cool. Beards, Van Dykes, soul patches, mustaches, all thick and overly stylized. They were made from real hair I think, then died and arranged on a board behind glass, in a frame. I think some of them were made from wire that was treated so that it turned into interesting colours.
I was leading a group of guys into a place I had worked in the past. We were in need of a place to have a gathering of people. This was a motel called Motel Hell. It was old, decrepit, and seedy. We walked thru to get somewhere else and it was strange that I even made the suggestion, and they weren’t too interested. We went by a park and there was a transformation of some sort, but I can’t seem to latch onto it now.
I was in a class taking place in a large room with really high ceilings. Karen was teacher’s assistant. I had asked a question about two teachers who were being used as an example for a point the teacher was trying to make. She decided to take a break and pulled out a book that had the info I needed for my question but only showed me from far away. When I got to the book, she handed it to me without holding the page for me so when I got the book, I ended up leafing back and forth continually but couldn’t find the page myself. Karen came up to help me, but ended up giving me this strange electronic reading contraption to take back to me seat. It was at this point that I noticed the people dropping out of the ceiling on long ropes of cloth. The were spinning and when they retracted into the ceiling, gave the appearance of screws rotating into holes. I have no idea if it was just entertainment or what else. I went back to my seat but was having a difficult time figuring out this reading contraption and was wondering why it was so difficult to get the info I was looking for.
I was on a beach where the ocean water was a beautiful turquoise blue and very calm. I swam around a large rock, out into the ocean and then back to the shore. The beach was bordered with a large cliff and I want to leave so I started climbing the cliff wall on a climbing trail. When I got to the top, the cliff face was angled outward and seemed a little daunting to climb up over the ledge and required me to hang on and pull myself up. I was a little worried, but I was more worried about the two guys that were behind me. They were bigger and heavier than I was and I wondered if I would be able to help them without endangering myself.
I was in a large city that I’ve been in before in dreamland, where it’s over-populated, there’s much destitution, and much crime. Unfortunately, I didn’t write this dream down fast enough and lost what happened, but I do recall being in fear of crime, and concerned how I was going to take care of myself and make a living.
I was making love with a beautiful woman on a private beach. We were laying in the sand and I was slowly removing all her clothing which was skin tight beach wear, and seemed to have a lot of hidden zippers that I was navigating. The house that was nearby was very large and I would use it in the next dream.
I went thru a number club scenes and other things that were just a flash. Eventually, I was in the top of this house in the bedroom. It was about 3 stories tall and I was looking down over a beautiful beach. A young man with dark skin and curly dark brown hair came in and we were talking about the guy who owned the house who I had been hanging out with, who was very friendly with the men, blond, young, handsome. The man with curly hair explained to me that the blond was a cop, and he was bi-sexual, and trying to be very secret about it.
Dream #1 – I guess I was in a trailer and I was standing there in a pair of briefs and a t-shirt. I was with Dave and Stuart, the guys working on my house now. It was dark and I rubbed up against something and got food on my underwear, so I took them off and rinsed them off. I didn’t think anyone would even notice. However, someone did see me and took a picture and posted it online. Location: unknown
Dream #2 – I was at some sort of market and group of stores that reminded me of Puerto Vallarta. Mel wanted a battery for something. I had to climb over this large counter to get to the other side of a store to get on the opposite street, to get to a store that had batteries. I got there but ended up in a car with two cops driving down the road, being chased by another car. When we finally stopped, these two women got out of the other car and one walked up to the cops. The cop shot her and it pissed me off so I ran into a large river bed and a search party came looking for me. I found a place that looked like a good location to veer off the trail and got to higher ground but they were right behind me and found me. I guess I was a fellow cop so they didn’t know exactly what to do with me once they found me. I grabbed one by the neck ‘cos I was so angry with what happened, but I let go ‘cos I didn’t really want to hurt anyone. The cop who shot the girl finally showed up and I was really angry with him, but again, no one knew what to do to resolve the situation. Location unknown.
Dream #3 – I had a young asian man as a lover. He had a beard, but he walked up to me and he had shaved half of it. I wondered what he was doing and he said he wanted to see what he looked like without it compared to with it… but he ended up shaving it all off anyhow. I got this incredibly insecure feeling that I’d given up another relationship to be in one that was very uncertain and wondered if I’d made the right decision. Location: unknown
Dream #4 – I was sitting in my office (but it wasn’t an office I’d ever seen before, technically). These two women and 2 girls came in to bring another girl to see the psychologist next door. After the girl entered the psychologist’s office, the women and the other two girls came into mine and made themselves at home. I was like, “WTF?” One grabbed some paper from my printer and I looked at her and said, “You know, this is my office.” She replied, “Yeah… but her best friend just died.” I’m like, “Ok, but I’d still like you to leave my office.” They got up and left. The interesting thing was that I woke up and wondered why I just go into work at that office rather than work out of my home; it felt that real. Location: unknown
Players: Dave and Stuart (workers), Mel, cops, asian man, two women and 3 girls
Thoughts: I remember thinking I could hide but I couldn’t. The young asian lover is really strange ‘cos it’s not anything I would conceive of. It was interesting that I wouldn’t let the woman derail my need to have her out of my office. She seemed so snide about the fact that I should be compassionate, and I was like, uh uh…
I’m in a temple. It seems incredibly ancient and there are a lot of people sitting around inside the temple. I get the feeling there’s an over-population problem or something ‘cos there are SO many people. There’s a man sitting against a wall who appears to be a blacksmith of some sort. In front of him is a fire with a large stone over it and he’s stoking it with a long metal rod. There’s a girl with him who looks to be a young teen. I approach with someone else, a woman I believe. We give the teen girl a large seed that reminds me of a rudraksha seed. She takes it a places it in front of the man on the stone over the fire. He starts to move it about with his metal rod and it starts turning to silver and spreading on the stone, creating a beautiful pattern, like a metal slapdash, inverted. He looks at us with astonishment and claims that we’ve been given authority to have a child. It seems this is an incredibly rare occurrence and quickly everybody knows that it’s happened and we’re the ones that did it. Another woman and his boy who looks like he may be a small man come up to the blacksmith and tell him they want the mold but he can’t give it to them. The boy/man pulls out a gun and shoots the man in the mouth. It seems that this whole process is fraught with conniving and fear and manipulation, but there’s some beauty in it. We’re given this ginger drink to consecrate the experience and we’re drinking it together when I wake up.
Thoughts: It seemed that having a child was a privilege but I’m not sure what prompted this dream or what the child is. Something new that I’ve cultivated in myself maybe with the astral projection process?
I was talking with a guy about the DOM and some of the tools that Microsoft had come out with early on in web development. I was telling him that I’d been out of programming for a long time and didn’t really remember much. I explained that these tools I had allowed me to look into the DOM long before Firefox and Chrome had it built into the browser and he was intrigued about the history of all that. He told me that he was working with VBScript and I said that it wasn’t something I was used to writing in. He was pulling some code together for a project and he wanted me to look at it to see if I could read it. I thought that would be interesting but the dream changed before I had a chance to.
When the dream changed, I ended up at the base of a large building under construction. There was a welding problem that couldn’t be overcome. I can’t recall exactly what it was, but I solved the problem. It was the middle of the night when this was going on and it was a time sensitive problem because one of the investors was coming in the morning. I also had a huge fast food cup the size of a large vat, complete with a lid and straw that I was drinking out of. In the morning when the investor came, they showed him around and made reference to the obstacles that we were overcoming. I remember picking up this huge cup and drinking out of it in front of some woman that was there.
Events: Talking with guy about programming, fixing problem on building, drinking out of huge cup.
Players: Me, programming guy, foreman, investor, woman
Thoughts: The big cup is like a toast to hard work. Maybe because of the meeting I had yesterday with UCM.
