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I walk into a warehouse to do something. It’s a job that I’ve had for quite a long time that I just drop in whenever and do some work that I don’t really feel that committed to. I see someone up ahead that recognizes me vaguely and is wondering what I’m doing there. I’m looking at inventory as more and more men show up. I’m feeling like I really only do this half-assed and I could put more effort into it, but don’t really feel like it. It doesn’t feel that important to me.

This is similar to many other dreams I’ve had where I have a job that I don’t really put that much effort into. I don’t really know if I work there or not. It’s vague. I feel like I could do better or not, and I’m sometimes worried about getting fired for it.

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I’m in my living room of a house that I don’t actually live in, and I’m standing close to a doorway with Sherry. She’s privately tutoring my in yoga. I’m doing back bends and she’s trying to get me to bend all the way into wheel and then bend back up again. It’s intense going all the way back into wheel and I can see everything going upside down. The first time she helps me and I get thru it. The second time, she lets me do it alone and I actually do it. It’s really awesome. Sherry tells me she needs to use the bathroom. She goes in and closes the door. While she’s in there, Kirby’s suddenly there with Gareth and a tall Asian guy that I guess live there also and they’re all in their underwear. I tell them that Sherry is in the bathroom as I notice a bunch of things on the floor. Gareth starts throwing a little football around to practice. Kirby tells me that it’s ok, that Sherry doesn’t mind. I start playing catch with Gareth. I’m catching the balls much better than he is but I think he’s throwing them better.

This reminds me of what’s going on with the board and that I need to be flexible. Something is exposed and it would be best to just sink into it and play with it and be clear. Something is helping me.

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I was going over nicknames that I’ve given Andy. When I woke up, I realized that I was supposed to send her an email that I’d forgotten about.

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I’m with a group of people that’s going to attend a class. We’re gathered together at a facility getting ready to take bus rides to the classrooms. There’s something about healing or something that reminds me of BodyTalk. I get on a bus and am dropped off but need to walk. I’m with a dog that looks just like Shanna except that I’m calling her Shadow. We’re walking with another guy thru the busy streets and across intersections. Shadow isn’t on a leash but she stays right by my side. I’m telling the guy what a good dog she is. We get to a particular intersection and Shadow runs out right when the light turns green and almost gets hit by a truck that runs the red light. I tell the guy that I need to work with her on that because she’s too trusting of the green light. When she gets to the other side of the street, she discovers a pack of dogs and runs off with them. I’m not too worried but I do need to get to class and can’t go looking for her. I go up some stairs and at the higher location I notice a male dog humping a female but I don’t think it’s Shadow. I also can’t see her anywhere so I yell her name and whistle for her. Some guy hears and sees me and also whistles for her like that’s going to help. I get a little flustered by that because I don’t want her running to him, especially when he’s nowhere near where I am. I wonder why he’s done that.

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I’m walking thru what looks to be an old church. I’m with Mary. We’re lighting the candles on an altar. I know that Richard is nearby. The room is dark but for a faint glow and the candle light. There are beautiful stained glass windows and everything is very ornate and very old. As we light the candles on the altar, I know I have something else to do. I walk outside and I’m holding a glass and brass bowl set on a tall post. This is a very old object that looks like Tiffany glass on top. I’m looking for a hole in the ground that’s a kind of split in the earth outside the church. This split is not a well known thing but it’s actually the birth place of this church. It’s the place where the ground was initially consecrated. I take this thing I’m carrying which is on a post, and I drive the post deep into the ground in this split and claim the honor of this consecrated spot.

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I’m in a very arid environment close to a large sand hill. I see a very large dead bird on the ground and to do look at it. It’s bigger than a pelican, and looks similar. I examine the wings to see if the flight feathers are there and intact. The wings are in really bad shape. I look over and see that there’s another bird. As I look, I notice that there are small green balls in the gullet of the bird I’m standing in front of as if it had just eaten when it died. Something causes me to turn around and I notice that there’s a lionesse coming toward me. I’m not thrilled about this and proceed up the hill. I’m concerned that I’m running away from her and that she’ll attack me from behind. I intend to turn soon but I also notice that there are others standing on top of the hill. It’s almost like a movie crew and I wonder if they’re going to help me. The lionesse is moving my direction but it seems that her attention is on another part of the hill at the moment.

This reminds me so much of Ayleen.

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I’m looking at a hillside and seeing an orange circle in front of the hills, thinking that this is a sunset but the sun is in front of the hills. I have to adjust my position and look again and finally see that the sun is actually to the left and behind the hills and is indeed going down. There’s a dark charcoal grey wolf up there. A man near me takes out a rifle with a scope and shoots it. I’m with Donna and she’s naked. The man looks at her and tells her to keep her mouth shut or she’ll be next. I ask her what that was all about, and I get a feeling that she’s told him off before and he didn’t appreciate it. We continue walking and want to find out if the wolf is ok.

I spoke with her about this and it seems to relate to a childhood friend of hers who is not talking with his father, whom she’s also close to, and needs to avoid getting in the middle if their quarrel.

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I’m saging in a half circle. That means that there’s a half circle that’s about 12ft. in diameter. I kind of see it in black and white. People are moving thru this circle and I’m taking care of saging them with others. We’re all governed by a woman and we’re all Native American except for a few white people. She is reprimanding others about not doing an appropriate job saging and cleansing but not me. My work is done well and I seem to be senior at doing this work. In fact, I’m not someone that would ever need reprimanding.

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I’m working in an office but I can’t work at my desk. There’s nothing inspiring there so I’ve moved all of my stuff to a couch in the hallway. A woman that reminds me of Sue walks out the door near the couch. She looks at me and gives me a funny look like, “What are you doing on the couch?” Claire walks by and does the same thing but she gives me a funny face. Mike L. walks up and starts to talk to me about something and then starts graffitiing on the cube wall across from me. The woman whose cube it is peers out and asks him what he’s doing. He’s painting what looks like a big yellow and orange sun on the wall.

This does remind me of writing at Starbuck’s.

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I walk into a restaurant with a group of people and we have to order individually from a counter. It reminds me of the pizza shop that the Bettencourts went to last year. I’m the last to order. I’ve propped myself up against the counter with my feet up against one side and I’m kind of laying across the are where you place your order. There’s a girl taking my order. When we finish, I turn away from the counter to meet the people I’m with, however they’re all gone. They’ve eaten their food and left.

I feel abandoned and alone.

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