I was sitting in a class. I know that I was far away from home. The teacher gave me a box as he had given something to everyone. When I opened my box, there was a ceramic or porcelain figurine of a rabbit. Someone sitting close to me asked if I wanted to trade my small figure for one that was about a foot tall and I said, “No, there would be no way I could take this on the plane.”
I was walking with Sting along some sort of river ravine. You would tell he’d put on a lot of years, but his music was playing in the background somewhere, even tho we were outside somewhere. There were people standing about talking and he was popping in on them to see what they were doing. He was dressed like a cross-country motorcycle or car driver with leathers with patches.
I was up in the hills around Twin Peaks. It seemed to be morning and I was trying to come down out of the higher elevations but the roads were blocked by houses that were being torn down. There was debris everywhere and the guys who were pulling these old houses apart were leaving their trucks parked in the roads, and leaving huge chunks of house just laying anywhere they felt like. It got to the point that I couldn’t navigate it in a car, and even walking was becoming difficult. So, I started walking directly thru people’s homes. I would usually walk in thru the back door and go looking for the front door. Many of the homes were really large and the architecture was uncommon so it wasn’t clear where the front door might be. Many times, the people were home and I would either try to avoid being seen or just try to blend in unnoticed. I was doing pretty well with this process until a guy finally stopped me and asked me what I was doing. I told him. He detained me, not to bust me but to talk to me. He wanted to get my feedback on some sort of electrical device that he was working on. I can’t recall the details now, but I didn’t something an it attracted another guy who came over. I was really just wanting to get out of there.
I was riding on a home-made tram that carted people thru the streets. Each car was about 4 feet wide, had a rail on one side with a bench below it. You could just stop on and off of it at any time and side down or stand as it was moving. The guy who made it was driving it from a small towing vehicle, kind of like something you might see on a farm. He was a heavy-set latino who was a friend of mine. We had pulled up to a red light and were going to make a right turn. There was no one on the tram but me because it was night and it was out of commission. I was laying on one of the benches just enjoying the ride. On the sidewalk where we were waiting for the red light, there were large rooms constructed with some sort of fair that was parked there. The rooms were painted yellow with black spots. You would go in the room and there was a strobe light. Also in the room was a person that was also dressed in yellow with black spots like the room. When people would enter the room, so would the dressed up person, and they would dance and spaz out while blending in with the room, and freak the people out. You could watch this from the street on the outside thru a plexiglass wall. One of the dancers came out and jumped on the tram and started dancing. Since I was laying down, I started dancing laying down with my legs in the air. That’s when I realized that my friend had gotten off the tram and no one was driving. So I willed the tram forward and made the right turn and started traveling up the street. I saw my friend at a booth and gave him a thumbs-up.
Players: Me, guy in house, friend on tram, dancers
Events: Dodging debris, going thru houses until stopped, riding tram, watching dancers, engaging with dancer, turning right and proceedings, giving thumbs-up
Thoughts: The houses could be other people’s bodies and the healing work that I do, I have to dodge people’s problems. I don’t know about the tram, but it’s another in a series of transportation devices.
I was at Luiz’ house. His house was two stories, and the upper story sat adjacent to an enclosed parking lot. It was all glass, and seemed a lot more like a store than a house. The upper level was the kitchen and living room. There were a number of houses but none of them looked right over the parking lot like Luiz’. His was also the very last house. I was going to be staying there that night and I was getting ready for bed. I realized that I needed to get my phone out of my truck, so I went out of the front of the house which led out to a large plaza that was also a park. I walked to the very corner of it and there were people there sleeping under white sheets. Something else happened out there but I can’t quite recall what it was. I got my phone and called Mel and we talked on the phone as I walked back to the house. When I got inside, I proceeded up to the second floor and saw that there were all kinds of old television sets from miniature ones, b&w, larger ones, stacked on top of each other, all playing the same show, which looked like a music video.
I was walking onto a bus or something of that nature, with Kevin C. He was immobile and wore some sort of contraption on his legs to help him get around. They were like motorized ski boots with wheels. He could stand, just couldn’t walk. I needed to help him up 3 stairs to get on this bus and when I pulled off his boots, these beads fell all over the carpet. They were tiny silver threaded balls like piercing jewelry and tiny pearls. Lots of them. I got on the floor and started scooping them up and asked Kevin why they were loose like that but didn’t get an answer.
Players: Me, Luiz, Andrea, Mel, Kevin, People in white sheets
Events: Walking around Luiz’ place, calling Mel, seeing televisions, helping Kevin on bus
Thoughts: I recall the pearls with silver could help you harness the energy of the moon, especially when it’s full. Maybe to help bring more clarity about the moon’s message.
I was part of a band that was going to be traveling north for the winter. We were doing some sort of press conference arranged by our label and for some reason, ours was really quick compared to the other bands on the label. When we left the studio, I was walking with another guy from the band who was either a partner or my brother or something. We were moving along thru a park-like setting and this song popped into my head. It was very operatic and I started singing it in a very high falsetto as we move along with some of our gear on these skateboard/segue type of transportation devices. There were a number of people in the park, and I’m sure it sounded a little strange that I was singing this, but in my dream, my voice was really interesting like I was singing in a large reverberant hall. I did wake up with the melody in my head and recorded it.
I was moving along the city on a little scooter, dodging thru traffic. I felt like I was in Paris. I even avoided an accident. I was wearing my blue Jansport backpack. I arrived at my destination and obtained a parking space in an alley below the cafe where I was headed. I leaned the scooter up against a wall and laid my backpack down. Another guy came up right behind me and I could tell he was a little miffed that I got the parking space just before him. He still parked his scooter there and locked it up. I left my stuff there and went up to the cafe tho I don’t recall why I wanted to be there. When I went back down to check my stuff, my scooter and backpack were gone. I tried checking with people around there to see where it all went, but I couldn’t find anyone that knew anything.
I was wearing sandals and shorts. It seemed to be a summery day. I was following the trying to catch up to Mel who was walking home from somewhere. I was trotting along and I recall jumping over a couple of sprinklers that were aimed over the sidewalk. When I jumped, I was able to jump really high as if I had jumped from a trampoline. I made it up to a shopping center and cut thru it where I could see Mel at the other end. I finally caught up to him and he explained to me that he had to be back in 20 minutes. I asked him why he didn’t call the taxi driver that I had suggested to him. I knew this older black man who had his own taxi service that he ran out of his house. He also had a private trash pickup service. Mel said that it bothered him that the guy drove both a taxi and a trash truck, ‘cos he didn’t know if he could trust that he’d make the appointment to have the taxi pick him up when he needed it because of the trash truck. I didn’t understand this logic.
Players: Me, brother guy, scooter guy, Mel, taxi driver
Events: Press conference, leaving studio, singing while traveling, dodging traffic, leaving scooter and backpack, returning and finding them missing, trotting down sidewalk, catching up to Mel
Thoughts: Mel’s logic does sometimes seem confusing to me. I did have two scooter like transportation devices in dreams so moving forward has to be a theme, but something maybe robbing my energy to move forward, possibly Mel’s logic? Moving north for the winter is generally not what people do. That must be doing something counter to popularity.
I was standing near a large electrical tower near a plant. I was holding some sort of gadget that I needed to test but I needed something to help me. There was a guy there standing at the top of a tall ladder who offered to have me come up to a box that he was near and hook up there. I climbed up to the box and he unhooked everything that he had there. I started to hook up my stuff which included fastening a wire with a threaded locking mechanism. There was a small letter “e” painted green. I had a couple more things to hook up when someone else came over questioning what I was doing. I explained that I was hooking into power but he still wanted us to reset the box. This involved running magnets or a magnetic field over the components in the box which we began to do.
I this brief memory of being in a large bathroom in a house. There was another guy there who was waiting for me to go to a party. I remember something in my head saying, “You can’t teach something to somebody that they already know.” There was actually another saying but I’ve been having trouble recalling it.
Players: Me, guy on ladder, other guy
Events: Testing something, climbing up ladder and hooking up to box, running magnets
They say that you should break up your dreams into different entries, but I get really tired of doing that. The box plagued me all night long. It was probably cardboard, but very sturdy, and had buttons built into it that lit up. It was also nearly impossible to get into. Every time I considered how to get into the box, I couldn’t. Over and over, I awoke frustrated that I couldn’t get the box open. This dream went on for hours as I tossed and turned.
I was sitting in the front yard of a large house, one that I hadn’t seen before. It was a rural neighborhood with houses probably constructed around the turn or first decade of the century. The roads were dirt or partially asphalt. As I sat there, I just happened to be looking in the direction of a feather that was floating high up in the sky. I wondered if I might be able to catch it. As it floated, it hit a power line and got wrapped around it. When I first noticed the feather, it appeared like a raptor feather but as it wrapped around the power line and started to quake in the wind, it reacted more like an ostrich feather, with whispy ends. As the wind picked up, the feather started to fall apart into many tiny feather fragments that started swirling in the air, creating a pattern and turning iridescent blue. All of the feather broke apart and was swirling around across the street and then it started coming toward me. When it reached me, it turned into Lynn, or rather a visage of her. She wasn’t totally opaque, and she was a little larger than normal. She was wearing something burgundy. I asked her what she was doing there, and she told me that she was be arriving in the physical soon, but that she came to check things out ahead of time, and that she usually did this, just no one knew about it until now.
I was at my Mom’s house. Wrigley had arrived in a basket but didn’t seem all that interested in being there or seeing me. I just reflected how aloof she can be and that she’s actually Kirby’s dog. I sat there on the dining room floor with her until she started to come out of the basket. She was shrunken into a small dog, probably to fit into the small space I was in. Then the dream changed and I was there with Kirby and Mel. Kirby was sitting at the dining room table and Mel was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. I was in the living room doing something. Mel had been cooking for a really long time and finally I looked into the dining room and Mel was eating something. I said, “Did we already eat breakfast and I just forgot, or are you still cooking?” Mel responded that he was still making pancakes and I was thinking to myself, why not just cook it all at the same time? I realized that I needed to go to the bathroom and that’s what woke me up.
Players: Me, Lynn, Mel, Kirby, Wrigley
Event Sequence: Trying to open box, seeing feather, talking to Lynn, playing with Wrigley, waiting for breakfast.
Symbols: Box, feather, breakfast, aloof dog, pancakes
Thoughts: It’s interesting that the breakfast took place at my mom’s. Reminds of the barrage of dreams I had a couple of months ago about my mom’s. I think it’s time to look at this astrologically. Still wondering why Lynn was in my dream.
There was this little fuzzy animal, kind of a cross between a cat and a ferret at my dad’s house out in the country. It was grey and black, and apparently meant a lot to me. Someone was going to take it away and I was very sad about this so I was trying to spend time with it. The number 3 seems distinctive for some reason. Then I recall walking over to a sink to clean something up and the sink was huge so that I couldn’t reach the faucet. There was something of my dad’s in there and I had spilled something on it as well.
Next dream was about a S.W.A.T. team that was coming into my house. I was thinking that someone had complained about something or was trying to frame me. They came and left and it wasn’t a huge deal, except that they came back a second time and hadn’t come over yet but were across the street doing exercises in the driveway of the condo complex. I recall thinking to myself that I didn’t have time to hang around so I left. I tried to call Dean to see if he could take care of it but he didn’t answer the phone. I tried to call Natalie and neither did she, but I recall thinking that they wouldn’t listen to her anyhow.
Players: Dad, Dean, Natalie, S.W.A.T.
Thoughts: The first dream is very much about Wrigley and Kirby.
All I recall is Mickey Mouse with an average man’s sized body in the form of a doll. Unfortunately, I didn’t stay awake long enough to recall the rest.
There was a cafe and I had come back from a vacation. We were there with another couple, and I recall setting a USB cable down on a table. We visited for a while and when it came time to go, I already had the USB cable with me but I used retrieving it as an excuse for going back into the cafe to see something tho I don’t remember what.
I was standing near a road that had obsidian or anthracite rocks covering the side. I was wearing ice skates and I needed to get up to the road to skate. I was climbing the rocks in the skates which was challenging. When I reached the top, I wanted to impress someone that I could actually skate well. I’m not even sure if there was ice on the road but I found it easy to skate uphill and worried a little what it would be like skating downhill. I found that I took to it easily, slaloming in the same way you would on skis. It was quite fun.
Players: Me, Mickey Mouse
Thoughts: It was interesting that I would be devious to have to return into the cafe to see something. And that I would feel that I needed to impress someone.
I was hired back at Yahoo! to fill some role but when I got there, the whole floor where I was going to work was empty of furniture. There were a number of employees there with nothing to do except stand around and talk about how they were going to have a bbq. I suggested that we take the space and it for meat drying racks which drew a little chuckle. It seemed that people were waiting for some sort of imminent shutdown of the facility or something. It made me wonder why they were hiring me. A girl was needing to go downstairs to retrieve something for the bbq and she needed help so I followed her downstairs to the first floor kitchen
I was then sitting on the floor of some sort of temple. I was wearing a hoody and the hood was up. Around me, this guy who had obviously been a part of whatever faith this was, was doing a hard sell of products that were developed by the temple. CDs, incense, books, that sort of thing. He was even trying to get one of the older members to vouch for the quality and superiority of the products but the member didn’t seem to have much familiarity with the products so wasn’t really cooperating in supporting this salesman. It all felt very Hari Krishnaesque.
Players: Me, temple salesman, Yahoos
Events: Planning for bbq, sitting in temple
Symbols: Yahoo! eating it, trying to sell spiritual things to survive
Thoughts: The feeling of a sinking ship, yet planning a bbq to celebrate something is incongruous. Maybe it’s indulgence. Somebody trying to sell me something I don’t really need is something I don’t want to do to someone else. I found it filthy event tho the things were nice. It all has a bit to do with materialism. Makes me wonder how you can do all these things honourably.
I was the passenger in a car and was driving along with two women and Mel. I was talking about my business and how I was finding it difficult to make enough money to continue. We parked the car at the end of a street and got out and one of the women started running her fingers along my spine. She said to Mel, “Look how these spinous processes stick out here. If they get any larger, he’s going to become a chronic liar.” Then she did something to my spine and said, “Look at it now, it’s completely different.”
I was sitting at a large banquet table and a woman was talking to me about a little girl with a bump on her head and cat. She said that the girl didn’t trust people. I looked to my right where there was a wall with ivy growing on it and a cat came climbing over the wall, head first. It was a small orange cat. When it reached the floor, it came over to me and jumped onto my lap. Then, a little girl, probably about 6 of 7 years old with wispy blonde hair and large bump on her forehead came crawling down the wall like the cat. She came over and stood next to me, observing the cat as if she would react in the same way the cat did, which in this case, was favourable. Then the cat jumped off my lap and started eating out of one of the bowls of food on the table that was closer to the floor, on a small end table. There was a group of people that suddenly stood and started to enter the auditorium. I asked where they were going and someone told me that Kyle was doing a cortices presentation. I was like, “Kyle, wait a minute… do they know that I’m a BodyTalk practitioner?” I walked to the other side of the small auditorium on the outside and started talking with a woman there about my rates. She asked if I charged $9 and hour? I don’t know where she got that figure from and I said no, “I charge $100 a session.” She looked at me like there was no difference between the two and indicated that it was a good deal.
Players: Me, girl, cat, woman, Mel
Event Sequence: Driving, woman touching my spine, woman talking, cat and little girl, discussing BodyTalk
Symbols: cat (which is elusive), spinous processes, lying (untruth about self)
