There’s a school that I’m a part of that went thru some sort of sordid past. It was a school of great metaphysical learning and power, and at some point it was taken over by some people that misused the power and destroyed the school. We found the remains but there were some very old chambers or crypts where things haven’t been completely cleaned up. It’s somewhat hidden at this point. The school is functioning again, not at its former glory, but people are trying to resurrect it so that it can become great again, but it has a hard time letting go of its sordid past. I know there are secret tunnels and things that I’m curious about.
I’m in a car with a woman who’s showing me a building which I think is the school. She has a remote control and she’s able to point it at any building obscuring the view of the building we’re actually there to see which is off at a distance, down a hill, and behind at least 6 other buildings. When she points the remote at a building and presses a button, that building dematerializes. She’s able to do that for every building until we get to a very large one on the right and it doesn’t work. But I have to see this building from all angles and so we drive down the hill to get a better look. It’s surrounded by shops on the lower level, a few ponds with meandering paved foot paths and benches, lots of glass, and very modern. The building itself looks rather old but has been brought up to date.
I don’t know if I’m this person, but there’s a young man who’s chosen to not receive training and follow in the footsteps of an admiral or some very well todo family. He orders a late or something such drink from a barista who happens to be related to the family. After he makes his goodbyes to the family that he meets there, he takes an elevator down below somewhere to leave. His phone rings and he answers it. It’s the barista. She tells him that his drink’s ready and he says that he’s actually leaving. She asks, “Why did you order the drink if you’re truly going to leave?” This makes the young man cry as he knows that he really doesn’t want to leave, that’s he’s making this decision for the wrong reason and that he ordered the drink unconsciously to make him return.
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I’m in a hospital where my dad has been. There are huge pictures with him in it with other family members that came to see him. The printed photos are life size and he has a big dark beard that I’ve never seen on him before. I’m feeling kind of bad ‘cos I never came in to see him.
I’m driving my old Datsun and I pull into a parking lot. I have some electronics in my hand that I’m trying to wield as I drive. I’m just about to be late for an appointment with a therapist as I walk in the door and wait in the place where I expect her to be but she’s not there. I step out of the office and sit in a chair and wait. She finally arrives and she reminds me of Laura. I tell her I’ve been waiting for 5 minutes and that the office is now occupied by someone else holding a conference call. She’s holding a tablet and tells me that we could go upstairs but the wifi reception isn’t that good. I tell her that we don’t need wifi. I’m a little aggravated.
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I’m with a French man and we’re looking at art work that I’ve been working on. It’s really some beautiful work that involves anodized aluminum panels and custom made frames. I’m enjoying talking with him as we walk thru a huge warehouse filled with art. As we walk into another part of the warehouse, there is a collection of large 4×8 foot pieces with custom made frames make from the sides of trees, bark included. One of them that’s really interesting has red geometric shapes layered across the top of the panel. The Frenchman walks up to it and cuts a big square in the middle of it, completely defacing the art. I feel taken aback. It’s not anything I would’ve expected him to do and I’m not sure how to approach him about it, but it’s definitely not ok. I feel really out of place.
I’m at my mother’s house and I look out the dining room window and see that the ground is moving all over the Kris’ parent’s house. The ground is being torn apart in a pattern from right to left, going around the front of the house and down the block. Then another wave of tearing goes in the opposite direction. Everything is in complete upheaval. I look out the back door and that street is a mess too. I watch my Pathfinder fall into a sinkhole where only the top of it is visible. I walk out with Mel to look at it and it’s comical and I starting laughing. I realize that I’m late for class ‘cos of it.
I’m with Wrigley and Mel in mom’s backyard and Wrigley is depressed. I try to get her to come to me but she won’t which makes my kind of upset.
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I’m in a town that’s done renovation to update the town and make it more modern and something they left behind as an historical element was a water tower. It has a ladder going up to an attached landing with a railing and it’s all painted sky blue. There’s a change from an old person to a new person in the town’s government office.
I’m in a back yard near the porch of a house. I’m talking to a couple guys. There’s a worry about attacks from something. I step off the porch into the yard which reminds me of Diane and Kim’s old house. It’s nighttime. A being comes out and attacks me with these two airborne elements that it takes out and breaks in half and throws in the air. I dodge and finally destroy them which is not easy since they’re flying around me like hummingbirds. I finally get back to the porch with the large laser machine gun that I have and shoot the being who looks like a zombie but in farmer’s clothes like a red plaid shirt and overalls. I blast him a number of times and he explodes like vampire on True Blood.
I’m in an alley way getting ready to leave somewhere. I get attacked again by a teenage girl with dark hair but someone else destroys her for me.
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I’m at a work related conference. It seems that I keep leaving clothes in places and people are taking them. The conference is getting ready to end and I’ve lost pants and a sweater. There is a 3-some at the conference, two girls and a guy. They’re doing motorcycle tricks in the parking lot. Very impressive. The blond girl is really into me and as the conference ends is severely picking up on me and kissing me.
A big man gets up to a microphone and says, “When I get up, when I get up, it’s time to get the party started.”
Jerry says something like, “I love motivating phrases that contain cliches.”
I ask, “How do you tell the different between a parent and their child?” Someone replies, “The child always uses a safe.”
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I’m standing outside with a large person. I’m studying their body and drawing parallels to the astrological information associated with it. They have a house on top of their head. I’m wondering if it’s a particular house from the astrological wheel or if it’s a main house that contains all twelve houses. Then I wonder if the rooms of the average suburban home are parts of the body. It I break up the human body into a home, and I apply the planets to the home in the same way as the body, then I have a way to connect what’s happening in dream houses to the human body. But why would there be different dream houses? When I dream, I don’t always dream about the same house. So… why is there a house on this person’s head? Because it’s the house that’s on their mind right now. I’ve lived in many different places, so dreams use different homes as well but they’re always big houses.
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I’m in a parking lot next to a river running thru a downtown Oregon city. I’m behind a large brick factory type building. There are a couple cars nearby. I don’t feel incredibly trusting of where I am. A guy walks up and asks me something. It’s vague about what it is but I believe it has something to do with money. I tell him no. A few other guys come up and they start taking pictures of one of the guys. He’s kind of a doughey charismatic type of guy and the other two seem to be old friends. They’re talking about not having enough money for gas to get home but the sale of the pictures will help. I follow them into the building. Vague. I ask how they can sell pictures and make money but they don’t really respond. We get back to the parking lot and I see in my mind a visual of the doughey guy. He’s a spy kid and he’s somewhere say “amazon” in slow motion. Someone else sees it and walks up to him and requests a badge that he takes and puts on him arms and walks away. He’s the owner of a movie theatre somewhere and kids come to see the way he’s gotten badges from spy kids on film.
I’m walking along the street. I’ve parked my car in front of a boutique and I’m walking with a backpack on. I near a large white building that seems to be a pool hall. I guy with long hair walks out holding something white in his hand. He says, “The only place that sells PVC.” I don’t respond cos I really don’t know what he’s talking about and he mutters something like, “Probably doesn’t speak English.” I just don’t know what I’m supposed to say. I walk along the window of the place and see that they play a different game that people are betting on, something like skee ball. The balls are yellow, green and red. I have something in my hand and I find this ledge that’s really difficult to walk along cos of large containers in the way and it runs right into wall. It’s a long way down and I get to the end and realize I need to go back which is even more difficult cos of the thing in my hand. I don’t know why I’ve done this and it makes me nervous to fall so I consider going over but there’s no way. I make it past.
At this point, I get up and go to the bathroom. I get back in bed and go back into the dream with the name Kikomo in my head. I hear someone say that I’m not doing to well and to actually pass the test, I’ll need to score four 7’s in a row.
I’m with some kids somewhere. They’ve done something like smoked something and one is telling us of the visions he’s had. There’s a tall, dark man there who has some relationship to me, like he is me, but I’m watching him from the outside. Vague… He gets into a car of some sort cos he’s going to be taken somewhere. The car drives right off the side of a bridge into the sea. It’s very dark but the driver knows the route perfectly going into the blackness. The man is nervous but is letting the process take place. Finally the vehicle comes out of the water and gets back onto the street. The man is taken to a place where there is a group of men playing a game like baccarat at a table. It feels very Mediterranean. The guy goes up and gets something to smoke and trips for a little while. When he’s done, he complains to them that he knows the kids that are getting this stuff and he’s not happy about it and he’s going to expose them. He walks over to cement retaining wall and sits down to take off his gloves that look like fingerless motorcycle gloves. There’s a kid there that asks if he would like to trade gloves cos he doesn’t like his own. The man says no. Then the man walks over to a large truck. It looks like a dump truck with a small house on top. It’s old, dark red, beat up and wobbles a lot. He drives away. But then I see him again, standing in front of train tracks as other cars pass by. There’s a scooter there.
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I’m sitting in a nice chapel, in the right corner in the back. There’s music being played by some women. Some of it is pre-recorded. A woman is singing and another is playing a stringed instrument. Then there are some harmonies that come in and it’s very nice. Suddenly, a woman stops the pre-recorded music abruptly and switches over to a different device and continues playing it to the end. It’s a rough transition but it works and they keep going. Doti walks over to me and puts a piece of paper in front of me and asks me if I want to do some song that’s somewhat popular. I say no because I haven’t had any time to rehearse or prepare. She walks away. I kind of resent being an afterthought as well and wish that there had been better planning. Then I look at the paper and I can’t make heads or tails of what she’s written on it and I’m glad I said no. Another performer gets up. This time it’s a man and he incorporates theatre style acting into a song. It’s ok. I eventually stand up and behind me are tall grey buses, but they’ve opened the back up in a way that the rear of the bus turns at a right angle. When they get ready to drive away, they close. I look into the glass to see who’s inside and comment to the man standing next to me that the right angle thing is really strange.
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I’m with a woman and a man, and they want to get the juice and meat from coconuts and are wondering what the best way to do that is. I have this machine that looks like a rice steamer, but the lid extends halfway down the height of the object, and it’s a coconut cutter. You simply place the coconut inside. I demonstrate with a large green coconut. I place it in the cutter, close the lid, wait a second, then open the lid. Inside is half a coconut with all the milk intact, just sitting there. The two are amazed by the efficiency of the device.
I’m at a hootenanny after sun dance. There’s a guy there playing a kids plastic four string guitar that’s just ripping on it. I’m not feeling humiliated tho. I feel really happy for him that he’s so good. Someone says that he wants to be a medium and channel a dead rock star. I mention Jimi, and people are like that would be cool. But then I realize that he’d probably be on acid and hard to communicate with. I suggest Elvis and people are pretty enthused by that.
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I’m outside my mom’s house and it seems kind of dark like twilight or dusk. I walk down the street and in the front yard of a house on the corner, there front yard is filled with giant dark red mushrooms. There must be 30-40 of them, each one at least 16in. across. There’s a woman parked on the street with a large truck and she’s giving away office supplies, all sorts of things. One of the neighbor men comes and takes something that I wanted but I’m taking my time to get only what I need and there’s so much to choose from that I’m trying to plan what’s best for my office.
I’m part of sting operation to bust a guy for something. We’re setting up this elaborate set with extras like a movie and entrap him. I’m a crane operator and camera man, and my job is to get in as close as possible to get everything recorded. The crane that I’m operating is really big and I can maneuver at least 30-40ft. away from the base, and at least that high into the air. I’m supposed to remain unseen. The crane is yellow, and I’m practicing maneuvering it about. I’m in my underwear and a tshirt, and I realize that need to have my gun with him, but I can’t figure out a way to keep it in my underwear so I realize that I’m going to have to put my clothes on so I’m bringing the crane down to the ground while the extra take their parts. When I come to the ground, other people on the team start singing sun dance songs which I’m enjoying, but I’m wondering what it has to do with anything. Then they start playing bluegrass, all very odd.
I get on a black scooter and ride away into the country to go look for other work. I think I’m going to have to go to SF. I’m on a dirt road, riding thru a forest. Every so often I come across a manzanita that’s growing humongous coconuts. Their the size of basketballs and larger. Someone has built trellises for the coconuts that you have to ride underneath and it’s cool to look up at them. I get to a crossroads and I’m sitting there and an older woman comes out and starts talking to me. I tell her what I’m doing and she points to a sign showing where I currently am. Two guys ride by is small soapbox type, open-air vehicles. I notice they’re riding to a little town. It’s charming and quaint, and seems to be near a lake. I look up at the sign and realize that I’m about half-way to SF which is south. The name of where I was reminds me of something to do with water, like Calistoga or Geyserville, but I believe it starts with a “C.” She tells me that this is a good place for work for me. I look over and there’s a market type of shop and I notice they have a large collection of belts and I’m thinking of going in and looking at them. Then, a man walks up with a dog and starts talking to me. I start teasing him and pretending to push him backward. The woman is amazed at how quickly I make friends.
Thoughts: This all seems to be work related. I’m trying to understand if this is a prophetic dream or not but I can’t remember the name of the town where I am.
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