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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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)
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Funny that I didn’t make the connection to hairspray until I wrote the title of this. There was a young man who turned into a large hairy beast. He lived in a town and there were three boys whom were much younger that I was trying to avoid. He didn’t want them to know that he turned into this beast. He had somehow gotten ahold of a fishing net that was aqua/turquoise coloured. The boys wanted it and were chasing him thru the town. He went to his parent shop and transformed before the boys got there and he played it off that he wasn’t the beast, but one of the boys discovered the net and took it.
Next, I was sitting next a young man (maybe the same) who was going on a long sailing journey, far out into the sea, to see a witch, or merwoman or something. I was teasing him that he would be going to where there was no time, and who knows what would happen to him without time. He took off and hitched a ride with some sort of water craft to bring back this kind of skim board. He launched off of the water craft as he came to a stop at the shore of the small island I was sitting on. I became aware that I was possibly blue, and wasn’t human, and maybe even had magical powers.
Players: 3 boys, 1 young man, myself
Event Sequence: boys chasing young man, conversation with young man
Symbols: aqua net, travel by sea, beast, skim board
Thoughts: I’m still unsure who I was. The image of a blue octopus comes to mind.
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I was with Kirby and we started discussing what it was like when we first fell in love. He was leaning back into me and I was stroking his head and I felt a fondness for him. We were talking a bit about how things had changed. He leaned forward and I noticed that he had a tattoo on his shoulder of some autumn coloured leaves. As he leaned forward even more, he had garlands of autumn leaves up his arms and across his back. He said that he had become one of those types of guys. He had a tattoo of a woman’s torso wearing a burgundy corset exposing her breasts. It was life size and very detailed. The garlands went down his waist onto his legs.
Players: Me, Kirby
Events: Holding Kirby, him leaning forward and seeing his tattoos
Symbols: Garlands, tattoos, corset
Thoughts: It just felt so real. I had so much love for that man. I felt the shift in energy as he leaned forward and the difference in his energy. It made me sad.
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I was with a group of people at night, around dusk, in a large field. The sun was going down off to the left so we were facing Northeast. The sun had gone behind a huge cloud bank before it had reached the mountain on the horizon, casting a large shadow on the soon to be night sky. There was a man there that made something really amazing happen. There were poker playing cards individually floating horizontally in the sky. They were enormous cards, about the size of a house, but you could only see them in profile. They were flexing and undulating slowly, and every so often you could see the surface of a face card. They were in a sort of grid pattern, covering a vast portion of the sky, but there was also a mist and glowing light surrounding them, creating a very atmospheric effect. Then the cards dissolved, and a huge picture that probably stood 200 feet vertically rose up into the sky. It was a picture of the man, David Sprintler with his labrador retriever who was standing on it’s hind legs with a ball in it’s mouth. The colours of the picture had an iridescent quality to them, and there was also the misty atmospheric haze. Then the picture dissolved. The crowd was astonished that someone could make this happen without projection. It was like a piece of his was creating this scene because he was connected with the sky.
When this was all done, I walked into a large tent as was talking with some people. Ken Mowery walked in and we started chatting about how amazing it was the David was able to make things appear in the air. I commented on how light it had gotten outside because the huge cloud that was obfuscating the sun had gone away casting beautiful rays of a sunrise across the field. Suddenly, I was in a restaurant/cafe with some people and some library books. I’d left the books there and walked out with the people and when I returned, I couldn’t find my books, only someone else’s. A man was assisting me. Then, another guy came in the man called him Hank and I realized that where my books were. I walked up to this big guy named Hank and told him that I’d put my books in his room and started to open his door. The man remarked that I’d put my books in Hank’s room instead of paying him to watch them. I was like, “Oh well.” So was Hank…
Then the dream switched again, and I was with a guy watching an old music video of David Sprintler. He was a bass player, and at least 10 years younger. I wish I could remember the song because it was very animated as he played bass. I mentioned to the guy that I’d just seen David in the field and how much older he was. He remarked that that made him feel old as well because he remembered when this particular video was on TV for the first time. I was then in a kitchen with 3 other people talking about making dinner. I was there but didn’t really know these people. I knew people they knew, who weren’t there, so felt a little out of place.
Players: Me, David Sprintler, Ken Mowery, Man, Hank, guy with video, people in kitchen
Events: In meadow, cards and picture rise in the air, talking with Ken about this and the sunset, in restaurant with library books, locating books, watching music video and talking about David, in kitchen
Symbols: Playing cards, picture with labrador, sunset, library books, bass guitar
Thoughts: David is more than a person who does magic tricks or art, he makes this happen. It’s a transforming experience and I know I want to do that. I’m not sure why he chose the playing cards or picture. It felt very personal to me that he chose a picture of himself. I played music with Ken. The library books, I actually do need to return today. The music video was interesting because Ken is a bass player. The playing was really cool actually. Lots of sliding. It’s also the instrument I played before I played guitar which I just remembered, but I never got really good at it and Ken actually gets gigs and makes a living at it. The kitchen at the end, and I’m really detached.
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