I’m at a lodge. I’m not white. There are only natives there. I’m getting ready to sweat before a dance. I’m just a participant and the protocol is a little new to me. We setting up some regalia or other things we’re wearing to the side. There’s an altar and a line created with some green sticks on the ground. I’m not to cross them but the area is tight and I accidentally do so. Someone reminds that I shouldn’t cross the line. I’m taking of beads from my neck. There are drums there, skins, other bead work, a dressing area with skins for the women. It feels like a sophisticated and rich culture.
The dream switches and I’m at a different place waiting for a lodge I believe. I have a rattle that is flat on top with three round shapes covered tightly by a skin. The rattle has a really nice sound and someone asks me if I’m going to keep it after the ceremony. I tell them yes as I set it down to attend to something else. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a girl who’s walking around collecting things pick up my rattle and walk away. I call after her but she doesn’t hear my so I have to chase her down and reclaim my rattle. As I head back to where I was sitting, right in that spot is a beautiful large drum just like how John S makes them. I start playing it. A native man walks up and sits down. He starts singing a song and then starts a teaching about it. He’s talking about the number 1, and that if you have two 1’s, you have 11. Each lung is a 1. When I awaken, Ben’s morning star song is in my head.
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I’m in Sandy’s healing room on her table. We’re going to do a session. I ask her how she’s been and she tells me that there’s a girl living out in the desert nearby. She’s surviving on roadkill and other things like a scavenger. It’s as though she has a mission. Sandy tells me she’s been working with the girl. The girl has a series of pink lights configured in a large array that point toward the sky. She tells me that they radiate everything around. She asks me if I can tell. I reply that indeed I can tell that she’s glowing with the pink light and so is her room. She takes out a handful of crystals, mostly green tourmaline and asks me to choose one. There’s one in particular that attracts me and it’s watermelon quartz. The colors are very nice and when I select it, she says that she knew I picked that one as I picked it last time, and so did Woods. There’s a tiny piece of green tourmaline that’s barely bigger than the tip of a shoelace and I say that I want that one as well.
The dream shifts and I’m standing in the front window of a house looking out at the roadside. There’s a large scrolling light sign in front, similar to what you see as freeway warning signs. I realize that I have a Google app on my phone that controls the message. I announce this to other people in the house before walking outside to get a better look at the sign which is perpendicular to the road. I’m thinking about what message I’d like to program when I notice that the lights themselves aren’t laid out in a way that gives simple word messages clarity. There are lights that have been removed and repositioned, and some are purple and in a filigree patterns.
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I’m standing in David’s kitchen looking toward the dining room. A man with long scraggly blond hair, in his 60’s or so walks up and tells me that David’s teeth are in trouble. I think he mentions something about traveling but it’s hard to put my finger on the memory. David comes up and his two front teeth are twisted and he’s had most of his other upper teeth removed and having work on done to accommodate a false upper teeth.
I feel a bit shocked.
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I’m driving down the freeway in my Datsun truck. I hear a loud bang and realize that I have a flat. I’m going uphill and want to make it to the next exit but end up pulling over before it. I get out and see that my driver’s side front tire is blown but I’m thinking that I overheated at the same time. I pop the hood and there’s someone there with me that I tell that I may have blown the head gasket as well.
Deflated, let down, concerned.
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I’m in a room with about 10 people. They’re waiting for my as I’m on a business call. When I finally hang up, there’s a guy talking about cars. The room is white with a white couch and sofa. Elaine and Vayana are there. Suddenly the dream switches and I’m in a mechanic’s garage. My car has the wheels off and he’s getting ready to put them back on. He had the wheel from another car there. It’s a cheap chrome mag with a really expensive tire on it which I find odd. The dream switches again and I’m in a house that remind me of my mom’s. I’m with a woman and we’re discussing business papers. A white dog comes in. It looks half yellow lab and half Australian shepherd. The hair is long but shorter than the shepherd. It has one brown eye and one blue eye. It looks and me and walks away. I’m trying to remember the dog’s name. I say, “Coco” and the dog runs over and jumps on me. As I follow it thru the kitchen to the fridge where I see that it has torn things off the fridge and been chewing on them. There’s a magnet of a chicken, two tape dispensers and some other things chewed on the floor. The woman is standing there and I feel embarrassed. I know that I need to spend more time with the dog, taking it for walks and playing with it. I pick up the tape dispenser with the fake wood sides and start snapping it back together. It looks rescuable.
It’s interesting that I’ve had two dreams of this white dog jumping on me. I’ve asked what it represents but haven’t gotten an answer so far.
Interesting about Vayana and Elaine since I’ve been thinking about them with the forgiveness exercise. I’m getting the wheels back on the car. That’s a good sign. I feel good about that.
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I’m driving up a very slippery road to get to someone’s house. I park the truck and start walking along a roughshod walkway and railing system that’s been bound together with rope and some large bails of stuff. I get to the back door of the house and the man I’m there to see calls me in. First I see his kids. They’re all in the covered porch doing things. He’s at a wood burning stove doing something. I start talking to the kids first. We all are going to a restaurant/pub for food. We walk out an into the town. It’s really cool that’s just snowed and everyone is out and about doing things. Such a community. I’ve never seen anything like it. I recall seeing a dog laying on the ground as we walk to the pub. Someone reaches into my sweater with a warm furry hand and puts it on my chest. I carry that feeling with me as I follow one of the kids to the bathroom. He goes into the first stall. There’s no urinal or toilet in the second, so I go into the third while I’m having a product idea. It’s a funnel that you hang in your urinal to give the guys something to do. It has a volume detector and if you get enough urine to pass through it, you’ll win a beer and it make a special noise. I tell the kid about this but he doesn’t get it. We eventually head back to the house where I’m supposed to be collecting money for something from the man which I think is the reason that I’m actually there in the first place. I’m commenting on how I love this community. There’s a comment that everyone knows each other’s business, but maybe that’s ok. I’m trying to remember the name of the place. Grant’s Pass comes in.
I end up inside the house getting ready to do a rune reading for some woman. I’m naked. This is coming as a surprise and I’m looking around for my stuff, rune cards, and some other things. I only have the cards and no clothes but that seems like enough to do a rune reading so away we go. I asked her if she’s ok with my being naked. She doesn’t say anything, just kind of shrugs like, get on with it. I do a spread and explain it to her. There are 4 cards on the left the represent the directions. 2 cards to the right, above and below. 6 cards on the bottom which are 3 pairs of opposites, past, present and future.
Nice feelings of community.
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Water flooding Jan’s class – I’m in a large classroom with a bunch of students. There’s a lot of water really close by and the weather’s pretty wet. I’m barefoot and my sandals are close by and I’m at a table with my backpack. Jan’s teaching something but everyone’s distracted by the water. Suddenly, the water moves beyond the threshold that was preventing it from entering the classroom, and it completely floods the floor. I was noticing my sandals more than my backpack which isn’t good because I then realize that my backpack is partly in the water and my sketchbooks and other books are in the backpack. I pull them out but it’s too late; they’ve gotten wet. I start opening them and I need to drive them quickly. I have my art blow dryer in the backpack and Jan has it in her hand. I take it from her, not sure if she was intending on using it somewhere else but it is mine and I do need it right now, so I start using it.
Concern
Say It – song on the bus. I’m on a large bus sitting in a seat near the window. I have a notebook open in my hand. The two people in front of me are discussing a song. A girl was singing it people liked it called “Say It.” I think it’s by someone named OG Crush. I’m looking him up on the internet and there’s something scholastic about him like he’s affiliated with a university like Columbia. The girl singing it is one thing, but the two in front of me want to work it out into a fun song for a group. I’m listening to the song and there are some complications with it because it changes meter and relies on instrumentation to move thru changes in the song that if you tried to do acapela, it would sound weird. I’m thinking about how I could put it on guitar or drum. I’m waiting to see if they’re going to ask me to arrange it.
Wondering about creativity
Bus stop – Shamanic teacher and my djembe. The bus we’re on stops at a market of some sort. We’re heading up a long drive into the mountains to see a shaman I think. As I’m exiting the bus, there’s a large floor panel that’s missing and one of the passengers who reminds me of James from ICG is standing in water. He didn’t walk around the opening. I comment that he missed the way around the opening. I walk into the marketplace like in Peru. There are lots of things to buy, food to eat, etc. I skip all that and walk into a room where there’s this very androgynous woman talking about shamanism. I have my djembe with me and I sit down in the only chair. I’m lightly testing the skin because I’ve had it replaced and it sounds a little flat. I’m listening to “Say It” in my head and wondering if djembe is that way to go. When she gets done talking, her curiosity is drawn toward me and she starts talking to me. It turns out that she’s going to be teaching a shamanism course at the university. I’m thinking that it would be really interesting to study shamanism from a more academic point of view and I’m curious what she’s going to teach. She looks like Rob Lowe, but female. I wonder what her background is, who she’s studied with and what she’s experienced. I haven’t told her that I teach but there seems to be some connection between us and I want to know her and it’s obvious that she wants to know me.
Curiosity
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I’m on the floor. A huge dog has come up and is standing over me. It looks a lot like Sheveyo. I hear an odd ticking sound. I’m scratching the dog’s neck. It’s owner is nearby. There’s a little bit of tension because the dog’s so big and I think others nearby are worried but it’s ok. It’s a beautiful dog and I want to play with it.
I’m walking down a city street near a park. I have a dog with me that looks like a chocolate lab. In my mind, I’m listening to a really cool bluesy jazz song in my head, or it’s playing around me. I’m thinking that it would be a cool song to cover but I can’t place the song. It sounds familiar. I’m watching my dog run ahead of me off leash. It’s getting to a signal at an intersection and I want it to stop. As it reaches the intersection, the dream changes and I’m in the air at night watching a car drive on an ocean front road. It’s going pretty fast. I’m noticing that the road is designed in a such a strange way and there are times where there’s no pedestrian route. The road turns in unpredictable ways and there’s a lot of green paint for some reason. I’m still listening to the song and I realize that it’s The Who’s “Love Reign Over Me.”
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I’m looking up at the sky and I see two old corvettes, one from the late 50’s and one from the early 60’s. They’re made of clouds and one is following the other through the sky. I walk into a bathroom that very rustic. I know that there’s a small glass door the size of a dog door at the head of the bathtub and I’m wondering if the coyote has gotten in through there. I know that’s it’s gotten in there before. There’s a large husky with me that’s sniffing around trying to find the coyote. I walk over the shower curtain and pull it back but the glass door is closed. I hear a really loud pop. I walk outside to a chain linked fence. I’m on a little bit of a hill and I can see over a lot of farm land. Directly in front of me is an old 50’s style green trailer with a nice garden around it. The husky is really going crazy sniffing for the coyote in the direction of the farm. I’m looking at the trailer to make sure that nothing is catching on fire. I wait but I see no smoke. I start petting the husky and it starts playfully gnawing on my hand.
I love the corvettes in the sky. The husky is a friend. I don’t know why I’m concerned about a coyote. I don’t know what the loud pop is. I feel ok in the dream. Nothing seems familiar about it. I love huskies as well. Coyote keeps coming around. It seems like a deeper connection is in order.
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There’s a temple that has had the same caretaker for many years. It needs an upgrade but the caretaker’s been preventing it because he’s holding onto old values. We do something and finally get him to relinquish control to a new caretaker. There’s something really important stored underneath the threshold of the entrance to the temple, something powerful but I’m not sure what it is. I’m in the kitchen area of the temple talking with a man. I’m telling him that the way the temple is constructed, that when someone standing at the entrance starts to speak, the acoustics are designed so that their voice will carry throughout the entire temple.
This feels like UCM. I feel confident about it. The voice at the threshold could be mine.
I believe that this is a related dream. There’s a place that has a woman that has incredibly powerful allergies to almost everything. She’s like Mrs. Winchester but rather than building has been preventing building in this large sanctuary she has. McDonald’s has wanted to build a small restaurant at the entrance but she’s prohibited it for ethical reasons. We’re talking about the possibility of bringing their franchise in and agree about the ethical nature of it, but also realize that there’s a lot of monetary potential to help others with the money that the give us. We talk about her allergies and what we can do about them. What if the golden arches became the emerald arches? What if they started serving organic only, using healthy oils, but keeping the same everything else? Could our problem be solved?
This feels like a client, Sarah and UCM at the same time.
I’m driving in a downtown area looking for parking. There’s someone with me and we’re going to a large business. There are metered spaces available but they’re restricted in one way or another. I’m turning on a curve and find a space and park the car. The person I’m with gets out and we’re hunting for quarters. You don’t put your money directly into the meter, you have to go to a pay station. I walk over and am trying to figure out how much I need to put in. I realize that it’s a holiday. I’m thinking that maybe I don’t need to pay on a holiday but I can’t find anything that reads so. Another man and a woman walk up as I’m trying to figure this out. The man is impulsive and I have to tell him to hold on. I’ve put in one quarter and I have quite a few more on top of the machine but I’m trying to get the other quarter back.
The quarters feel like effort. The holiday could be Mel talking to me about Columbus day. I feel like the man is being pushy like Richard in our meeting. I have a lot more quarters even tho I’m trying to get the one back. But the machine isn’t giving it to me. Is this maybe words I’ve used? Columbus say should be Indigenous People’s Day.
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