I’m on a city street at the curb. I seem to be sitting on a skateboard pushing myself around with my hands. Mel is sitting in the gutter at the curb doing some sort of craft. The curb is red. I’m thinking about a bookcase and there are a number of old books that I’d like to read but I wonder if I’ll truly get around to reading them or whether I should just get rid of them. Mel and I casually talking about it and other subjects that come to mind. I move over to a driveway that leads into a chain link fence as whatever building in this area is long gone and there’s nothing but a vacant lot. There’s a car parked nearby. I’ve found a sort of groove by rocking up the driveway and then sliding back down, then up the slope of the street and back down, aided by simple push-offs with my arms and hands. I’m rocking back and forth. A car drives up and wants to park when it sees us in the place where it wants to park, and then moves on. We’re looking at an area where a guy walks up and starts playing blues harp. He’s pretty good. I notice that his feet look like monkey’s feet. I tell Mel to notice them. He shrugs. The guy finishes and walks away. Another guy comes up and starts playing blues harp. He’s wearing an apron and when he finishes, I noticed that there’s a table there and he’s actually waiting on it as it’s a restaurant. He comments that this is his last table there ever. It seems this is a famous spot for people to come and play blues harp but that was long ago and they’re paying homage too it as it’s now closing down.

The aching in my arms seems to be some sort of exercise. There’s concern about the books, like wishes that haven’t come true. There’s the harp playing that’s nostalgic from my years playing open mikes and trying to get my music off the ground. These are familiar to me.

I’m with Corry and I’m trying to help her dress. I have this very colorful shirt for her to try on but it seems that it’s too small for her to wear over what she’s currently wearing so I’m asking her to disrobe. She starts to pull off what she’s wearing but underneath is a sort of peach colored frame of a woman that she’s wearing under all her clothing, close to her body. I notice and realize why she’s more private about taking off her clothes in front of me.

Discovery beneath.

It could have something to do with the web site. Not sure.

I’m watching a long white kinda of smoke-like ribbon draw the word “love” continuously in a long strand, over and over. I’m singing Carly Simon’s Anticipation with a woman and we’re singing the part where we’re repeating “these are the good ol’ days” over and over.

I’m in a parking lot at night. There are people there and they’re really excited about the lottery because it just went up to $220M. I’m wondering if it will go up to $260M. There’s a large dark van there. I’m with a group of men that take other hostage at gun point. They’re forcing three of them, particularly one to go somewhere. Now, it’s day light and there’s a ruckus amongst some school kids nearby that distracts the man with the gun. One of the hostages takes the gun but there’s another ruckus and he drops it and the other guy gets it again. Another guy gets away and goes up to a group of police officers and screams at them and gets them to follow him. However, there’s a bank robbery nearby and police who are following him stop there to give assistance to the other officers already present there.

I’m in a sort of chamber where there’s a large hot tub or spa. I’m in it with Jerry and we’re relaxing. Time changes and we’re in the future and Mel and my mom are there with Jerry. They ask if I knew that Jerry had a spa and I confirm that I’ve been in it. Jerry announces that he’s going to need to go to the hospital ‘cos something’s wrong with him. We get in the car. My mom says something snarky to Jerry and Jerry replies with something snarky. We head out the driveway onto the road. Jerry and I end up at an altar. There are two canupas there. I can hear Nathan talking but I don’t see him. Suddenly, I wonder where Nathan’s canupa is. I see a canupa that is a carved dragon that spirals from the stem to the bowl. It’s very thick and elaborate.

I’m standing somewhere on a road. There’s pampas grass growing on the other side and there’s a caucasian woman standing on the road. Down the road is a black man in red and blue robe and pants and he’s running toward her with his hands behind his back. As he gets close to her he whips around in front of him a three pronged ninja dagger and stabs the woman in the throat. I’m pretty shocked by this. Then she takes the dagger out and chases down a different caucasian man and stabs him in the throat. He takes out the dagger and looks at me. I’m like… uh uh… so I run down a side road near the pampas grass. This startles me awake.

I was looking at chairs supplies by the east bay guy. He was showing me the choices I had available to me. Next I’m looking at a building that seems to b on a movie set. There’s a building that s kind of like a large house barn combination. It starts to completely fall apart but I know it’s part of the script or story so although I’m concerned at first, I let it go ad it’s supposed to happen. Then I look over behind the building and there’s a light bulb that starts to spark like a Tesla coil. It’s sparking like crazy and I’m watching it.

I’m in a room with Cal and a bunch of people. The room seems to be on a starship and this seems like a training exercise in some sort of advanced intelligence to reconfigure reality. She’s talking about something when suddenly I remember a visionary experience I had where I was moving thru dimensions or universes while being attacked by some nefarious star being. I was doing a good job of fending it off but the fact that I didn’t remember and was just now recalling it was pretty striking. I remember there being a lot of dark metal, a lot of blue light, and some sort of geometric boundary that acted like a portal or worm hole that I was traveling thru in my mind.

I’m in a room on a couch. To my left on the arm of the couch is a very tiny deer, no larger than a small chihuahua. Also in the room are adult male and female deer. I’m petting and scratching the baby deer which has taken a liking to me. A doe approaches me and shapeshifts back and forth into a mature woman with blonde hair. She says something to me that’s very demanding and forceful like, “You have a responsibility now” or something of that nature. I know that what she means is that this small deer trusts me and I’m not to let it down. I’m served a large bowl of a very colorful porridge. In fact in waking life, I will end up buying a bean/lentil mixture that looks very similar. The porridge is very hot and the little deer wants to stick it’s head in a eat some but I know it will burn itself. So I push it’s head back until I can tilt the bowl over and blow on part of it to cool it. The whole process is very endearing. <- pun intended.