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I’m in the location where I had a dream recently that Marcel was in. It’s the house off the road that we’d fixed up a while back. It’s been in many dreams in different ways, being run down, having vagrants there, being similar to where my dad lived, etc. Last time there was a trailer park down the road. This time, there’s a church there run by Doti. It’s really nice, lots of white and gold light, and a really positive feeling. My attention is taken to a hillside. It’s sort of inter-dimensional as I don’t believe it’s the hillside near the house, but that’s where I’m seeing it. On top of that hillside is a superimposition of the construction of what looks like The White House. As I survey the construction, it isn’t necessarily The White House but has similar construction and similar stone. It looks Greek in nature with columns and domes, but since it’s still under construction, I don’t know what it’s going to look like. It’s also on a rolling hillside instead of flat ground so it’s multi-level. I’m only seeing it as a kind of phantasm or inter-dimensional overlay so it’s not in physical reality, but then again, neither is the hillside. I seem to have a desire to run this new set of buildings, like a curator or overseer of some sort. When I try to get my consciousness into it, I’m rejected, as if I’m still too green. I have more to learn. I’m frustrated because I don’t know what it is I need to learn except a message that comes into my brain that says, “Master your relationships.” I suddenly think of Padre Pio as a gateway to mastering my relationships and I can see that I do indeed master them and become the master of this sanctuary or capital building structure, whatever it represents.

I feel good during the dream except for the part where I can’t “get in” to the building without experiencing my personal growth. It’s a beautiful dream.

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I’m in a bicycle shop walking with Mary. The lights are off but it’s daytime and there’s ambient light coming in through the windows. There are a lot of bicycles. I’m looking for a bicycle for Mary. She’s walking ahead of me. I’m suddenly attracted to a particular aisle to the left and walk over to a series of black bicycles, both for men and women. I find one that looks particularly sporty and seems to have some very modern contrivances on it. I bring her over to it to explore.

My first feeling when I wake up is that I’m trying to get rid of her. But my experience with bicycles in dreams is the element of balance. So many dreams I have where I’m riding wheelies is such an expert fashion. Even within the last couple weeks, I recall a dream where I’m riding wheelies, able to stop, rotate, bounce, etc. So I’m not sure why I felt that way when I awoke.

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Last night’s dreams just seemed to be littered with images of being homeless. I recall the park that sits by the freeway that reminds me of the park next to 170 that’s been in so many of my dreams. I recall Glory being there which she’s figuratively been homeless for quite some time. No details tho.
Yesterday I got pretty wiped out from TAGA. Couldn’t really function last night. Slept for over 10 hours. Wind storm in the middle of the night. Had some other dream stuff come up with morning but forgot it. I can still feel it on the edge of my consciousness tho.

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I’m working with a partner and we’re watching a suspect in a hotel room, waiting for him to come out of his room so we can bust him. I’m given a clipboard that has a camera in it. I’m supposed to wait until the guy comes out and up the stairs when I photograph the guy with my my partner having a scuffle. I’m not seeing the guy come out tho. There are a number of people on the second floor and I’m checking them out to see if I recognize him. Then another guy who’s obviously proper authority asks us if everything is ok. We say yes, but it’s kind of a diverse kind of response. I’m not sure how we’re gonna get the guy.

Maybe I’m a headhunter, I don’t really know.

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I’m with Mel at some sort of airport. He’s working as a baggage handler out at the plane. He comes to get me from somewhere, possibly off a small private charter, and takes me over to a small office. There’s a sliding glass door with a couch. He goes in and closes the door behind him and sits down in a chair near the couch. I’m outside observing him. On the couch is a large black dog that looks like a full size schnauzer. He starts petting the dog and the dog’s showing some resistance to being touched. But I know that Mel has his way with dogs and soon the dog succumbs to being scratched and eventually Mel is putting his face up the dog. The the dog sees something outside and get agitated. I’m looking at the dog very close up and can see these ape-like skinned features on the dog’s face and I realize that the dog is intense looking.

I’m on the streets of an inner city area. It reminds me of Portland. There are lots of hippy dippy people on the streets. I’m especially looking at these really buffed out shirtless men with tats all over. They have bicycles and are wearing glasses that have one dark lens. I know that they’re hustlers or cons. It’s a little weird but they’re not paying attention to me. Nearby is a group of musician. They’re playing a blues song that I can clearly hear. It’s called, “That’s Why I Sing the Blues.” The guys singing has a really deep soulful voice and it sounds pretty cool. There’s a mic, and he’s playing guitar, and there’s a bass player.

I wake up and record the song.

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I don’t remember this dream when I wake up. It’s triggered by seeing a dead raccoon in the road. I look up in the sky and see a large raptor, possibly a golden eagle and it’s carrying something. The bird is huge but I don’t think it’s a condor. It hovers above me and I see that it’s a raccoon dangling lifeless from its talons. It’s kind of grizzly.

This is the morning of Suzanne’s ceremony and I end up feeling like I don’t belong at the ceremony and do end up leaving early and not going in the lodge.

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I’m driving down the freeway in a car. I’m following Mel somewhere. Close to Mel is a car that looks like a Subaru WRX that’s been customized quite a bit. The top is orange and the body is army green. There’s another car that I’m keeping my eye on because the driver is driving erratically. I looks like an old beat up Acura. It’s been lowered a bit. It’s white. It looks like the kind of car you might find in Mexico. Mel is in the #1 lane and next to him in the #2 lane is the Subaru that I’m following. The Acura is behind me. Suddenly, the Acura comes up in the #3 lane beside the Subaru and crashes into it. The Subaru does a nose dive right in front of me and I see parts of it flying off. I swerve to dodge it by going into the #1 lane and just miss it. I keep driving, kind of freaked out, wondering what to do next. Should I pull over to the center divider or over to the emergency shoulder on the right. I decide to pull into the median because if I need to help the guy, I’m going to have easier access to him from there. I find a place to pull over and have to do a bit of maneuvering to avoid some tires and stuff in the center divider. Some guys are there anxious that I’m going to hit something at such a high speed but I have it under control. I get out of the car and start running back to the crash site while trying to text 911. I’m doing a terrible job of texting and can’t get the phone to cooperate with me. I arrive at a sort of station where I find the guy who was driving the Subaru. He’s in his early 20’s, caucasian, and has bleach blond hair. He’s holding his head. I tell him that I’m going to call 911. He tries to persuade me not to. I ask him if has lost consciousness, even for a moment. He says, “Yes.” I tell him that I’m definitely calling 911.

Emotions: It’s intense but I feel I did everything correctly.
Mel and I did move all of our furniture last night. He was also being rather crabby which was getting on my nerves.

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I’m visiting a music store that I work in the chain of. At first I was wondering if I’d be accepted with the other employees. Its a pretty hip store and most people are younger than I. The longer I stay here, the more I realize that I fit in. In fact, these people know me and respect me. I make jokes with them. I’m standing at the counter talking about making some changes and noticing all of the news paraphernalia in the store. I’m trying to piece together how to introduce something. I start joking about a young customer who comes in and asks about some music. I’m pretending to be one of the girls behind the counter and say, “You don’t want that.” They say, “What about…” I say, “You don’t want that.” Then I say something about “Echo and the Shamen” or something like that.

Emotion: This speaks to my insecurities around being with people and having any authority, as if I’ve never earned any reason to be of authority because I don’t feel like I have the right answers.

I’m looking at old videos two guys that I know who would do lots of acrobatics in music videos. I think to myself that it seems cheesy to have done things like this but I’m noticing how coordinated they are. Even tho they’re just some street kids with no real attendance to what’s going on in the world, they’re really in sync with each other and doing some pretty cool moves. I think to myself that maybe I’ve been too critical of who they are.

Emotion: This speak to my critical nature of others which is a reflection of the critical nature of myself.

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I need to get up to room quickly. There are a lot of people milling about near the elevators of the large building I’m in. I quickly jump into an elevator but can’t seem to operate the buttons fast enough. I have a choice between 6 and 9. I end up at the top at a casino but it’s not what I want. I’m going to have to catch the floor I want on the way down. The buttons are like those old flash push buttons with the plastic surface and they’ve been used so much they don’t function well anymore.
Frustrated and in a hurry.

I’ve ended up in the north in a location that’s sparsely populated but there is industrial business. I’m in a large field with some other people and we’re discussing living there. I don’t see a way to make money and I’m considering what skill set I could bring to a company to get a job. The field is about an acre and there are fences around it as there are other properties that butt up against it.
I’m concerned about money and that it’s remote.
It does remind me of considering moving into Oregon.

I’m somewhere traveling and there is a lot of clothing like vests and luggage that seems to get lost. The people who control these things are giving them out for others to buy and sell. There’s a lot of this sort of trading and buying and selling going on and some of the products are really nice. I’m constantly evaluating things to determine whether I like them or not.
New and old, assessing.
Feels like life right now.

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