Music for the heart, mind, and spirit...

I’m in a large tent with a lot of people. Big like a circus tent. It’s at night and the tent in next to a small. There are a lot of people inside the tent. I’ve been chatting with others about things but choosing to stand near and entrance that’s looking down an avenue alongside some buildings. Suddenly an enormous bird flies away from me down the avenue. I step outside as it’s flying to get a glimpse of it but it’s night and there aren’t enough lights illuminating it. Then… a reindeer is running down the avenue after the bird. Now, I know it’s a reindeer because it’s all dark brown and very thick like a bear. I have no idea why I believe this to be a reindeer but the word is bouncing through my head though I know it looks more like a long legged bear. I chase after it and it turns right at a street corner and starts heading up a hill through stands of people. I continue to follow it up the hill to a group of people where a man catches it. When I arrive there, someone says he’s a sundancer and we should listen to him. He’s hold a clutch of these reindeer. He says that one of them did something and was attacked by seven of them. He stepped in to stop them from hurting the one.

Confusing as I don’t know what kind of bird it was, nor why I consider these reindeer when they don’t look like it.

Feeling of wanting to save.

Dream Journal | Comments Off on Reindeer

There’s a hallucinatory experience happening spontaneously. I don’t know where it’s coming from but I want to find out. I see a plant that’s dried up. It looks like lotus pods, but deeper and lighter in color. If you brush up against it, it releases a rich brown colored power. Even if you get this transdermally, you get the effects.

Dream Journal | Comments Off on Hallucinogen

I’m in a deep blue sea, a bay, treading water. It reminds me of the Riviera. A huge whale breaches and scares the hell out of me. I think the movement and swell of the water is going to consume me but it doesn’t. However, the whale, very dark, swam around me, creating a drag on the water current that pulled me toward the shore. I wondered if it was going to eat me but it didn’t take any opportunity to do so. It had something else in mind. As we get to the shore, I realize that the whale it communicating with me telepathically. It’s telling me that it needs help. It has an eye infection. I realize that I know the perfect person to heal the eye and I somehow summon them to bring an antibiotic. They apply the antibiotic to the whale’s eye and it gets better almost immediately. I’m so grateful to both the healer and the whale. We share a bond. I see the eye up close. It’s beautiful and I start trying to draw and paint it in my mind to hold onto the eye in its healed state.

Fear, exhilaration, healing

Whale, keeper of the planet. Reminds me of the story of beings coming to the planet and some so excited that jump from the windows of the spaceship into the ocean and become the whales and dolphins.

Dream Journal | Comments Off on Eye of the Whale

Wrigely came and visited me. She came in to my childhood bed room and bed and laid with me. We talked about how she wanted to be with me. I asked if she wanted to incarnate again. She said she came to be with Kirby and wanted to be with me again but wasn’t sure how that would happen. She said she has not reincarnated yet. I asked if she wanted a particular body. I saw another lab with a black nose that wanted to be pink. I hold her dearly and am so happy to be with her again.

The tube that I’ve been looking for shows up with a giant piece of bamboo that an asian woman is cutting. The inside is variegated green and white and the outside is about 4-5in. in diameter. The woman is cutting and breaking it apart. She has a small tube. I ask her for it.

Dream Journal | Comments Off on Wrigley, Tube

I was invited to sit at a drum.  The leader was a big N.A. man with long black hair.  He was showing me a pattern of call and response that was slightly different than on the sundance drum.  Songs were passed around the drum, each person in succession calling up a new song.  The person would call out the pushup for the song, repeat it, then the group would sing out the pushup, repeat it, then go into the song.  The songs were a bit on the longer side and would not go back into the pushup.  I spoke with the drum lead who was teaching me the process and songs and one of the songs he brought up sounded like a sundance song and he knew what song I was talking about.  It was then I realized that this was a bear drum and these were bear songs.

This group was basically welcoming me into one of them.  They gave me a stick that was very unusual.  It was shaped like the representation of a rising bird, like a line with a triangle in the middle.  It was very old, wrapped in leather and had fringe on it.  You would never know it was a drum stick.  It was beaded, and decorative, but very very old.  It had been used a lot.  The leather was very dirty white colored, or very washed out tanning.  After using it for a while, we stopped drumming.  For some reason, I jammed the point into the ground.  I couldn’t imagine why I thought this was a good idea.  I ended up breaking the tip.  I told the person who gave it to me, and apologized.  They didn’t seem to care.

Dream Journal | Comments Off on Bear Drum

I’m sitting in large singing and prayer circle. Mike and Eva are there and when it’s my turn to pray and sing, they’re arguing about something. I get cross and tell them to shut up which they do. I bow my head to pray but I’m agitated and can’t focus. My prayer is taking a long time and people start talking about going to a lodge at someone’s house. Finally everyone disperses. I’m hearing that it’s a lodge for Thomas. I walk over and find Thomas wearing red lenses glasses, but he’s also wearing all red and black. I ask him if he knows what color he’s wearing and he says he does. There are people next to us that are trying to wade through a pool of water. I notice that in the water are two wolverines. They’re blue. Someone tells me that they like disjointed sounds so I start singing really off random sounds and one of them loves it and comes over and snuggles into me.

I’m in a Cadillac with a guy who I don’t recognize but apparently I know pretty well. We’re driving through people’s yards and crashing fences because the car’s out of control though I know that the guy driving is influencing it. I think we’re trying to escape from someone and being chased like in a movie. We’re next to the ocean along a sort of plateau on which houses are built and coming up toward a mountain side that looks like there may be a valley and I don’t want to crash into it. He crashes through another fence and pulls to a halt when I realize that it’s a ravine going down to the ocean. We get out of the car. There are rocks and logs holding up an embankment that’s keeping the yards from sliding away. He walks out onto some structure and I point out that the structure is hanging over the ocean. It’s beautiful and exciting.

Moon in Aries today.

Dream Journal | Comments Off on Singing Circle, Wolverines, Cadillac

This guy in managing a large snake. It’s multi colored. It looks like a python but has the colors of a king snake. It’s moving pretty rapidly but it’s being held in the air by this man. It goes to the right to a woman’s chest and it poking at her chest with its nose. It’s making her nervous because its actions are rather quick, intimidating and relentless. I can see that it has big fangs and it’s rather worrisome. It comes closer to me and I really don’t like it’s movements. It’s getting a little too in my face so I take it behind the head in both hands and twist its body in opposite directions. I can feel its spine snap. I don’t really mean to damage it but rather to disable it. Thoughts of dislocating a snake’s spine flood thru my mind and I wake up wondering if this is really a viable way to disable a snake.

Waking up, I think about kundalini and wonder if this is a severing of uncomfortable energy.

Dream Journal | Comments Off on Sea Snake

Saw a white tiger jumping down from a perch of rocks. It came down and went to a baby.

In awe of the tiger and how beautiful it was. It was most likely a male based on the size. Reminds me of the tiger that attacked Zigfield.

Dream Journal | Comments Off on White Tiger

I’m with a plain clothes police office at an apartment building next to a field. We’re looking out into the field at a large beast. It’s hard to make out what it is, but we know there’s a reason to investigate it because someone is scared about what it might be. I start approaching it and it comes toward me and I realize it’s a really big black dog. It look like a cross between a black lab, a mastiff and a doberman. It has white on the chest and it immediately takes a liking to me and I to it. I start talking to it and scratching it and notice its collar. I look at a tag on the color and the name on it is “Severed Raindrop.” I decide to try calling the dog Raindrop and he immediately responds. I’m wondering whether I want to bring the dog with me when a woman shows up claiming ownership over the dog. I think she’s Jamaican. She has a large curly head of hair that’s been dyed and is kind of orange blonde. We talk for a little while before I wake.

Feeling connected to the dog.
Interesting that it’s the first black dog to show up in a dream that wasn’t antagonizing me in some way. I wasn’t afraid, so maybe something’s shifted that I’m not afraid of any longer.

Dream Journal | Comments Off on Severed Raindrop