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I requested the winning lottery numbers for the next Powerball.

The Gold – I’m in a small town in the old west. I have a small chest of gold coins that’s worth a boat load. There are a lot of men after it and I’ve managed to secure it with the help of one other guy. I have it on the back of a flat wagon wheeled cart being drawn by one horse. It’s nighttime and I need to get out of town with it while I can before it’s been discovered because I fear that I’ll be chased and overtake with it. I can’t carry it on a single horse because it’s way to heavy. My partner has gone back to the center of town and there’s a possibility of going there with the cart and showing everyone that I have it and it’s officially mine. If I did this, it would only be hoping that many people would try to take advantage of the situation. I do need to communicate with my partner but I don’t know how to get word to him. I decide that it’s too late and dangerous to leave town now so I speak to someone else that I trust and end up going to a homestead. There’s not much there and it’s hard to defend on my own, but at least I won’t be on the road and no one really knows where I am. When I get there, the person I trust makes it obvious that we need more people for a defense just in case. He invites in a bunch of people that are kind of the untouchables of the town. When I see them come in, it’s obvious why he would choose them because in spite of their disabilities and quirks, they all have an aire of trustworthiness.

Mixture of feelings of success, fear, distrust, anxiety
A reflection of what it would be like to win a lot of money

Skywriter – I’m outside looking up at the sky and there’s a skywriter plane making incredibly tight arcs and practically scribbling in the sky. It’s pretty amazing to watch. I go and tell someone about it to watch with me, possibly Mel, but by the time that they look up, the place seems to have lost its momentum. The streams in the sky are really cool tho. We watch the plane but it gets out of sight so we get in the car to follow it. We’re in a pretty rural place and the road are long and uninterupted by side streets. There are lots of trees and everything is green. We want to make a right at the next intersection but we get stuck behind an old man on a bicycle who doesn’t appear to want to let us get past him in the right turn lane.

Amazement and a little frustration with the old man

Office – I’m working in a new office. It’s small with maybe 6-8 people on staff. It’s pretty mellow and the work I have to do isn’t too taxing. I think it’s someone’s birthday or something because there are some loaves of very nice breads that people have made and they’re getting eaten pretty fast. I mention to my boss the dream about that skywriter. She gives me a number for someone at the main office that she would like me to tell the dream to. There’s a card on the desk with a number to call. She thinks that it’s important so that the main office has an idea of what’s going on in this satellite. She tells me that even tho I’m new, it would be a good thing. Someone mentions that they’re cleaning up and ask if anyone would like this last piece of custardy bread. I say that I would like it but someone else says that that particular piece is Becky’s. I ask Becky if she’d be willing to split it but she gives me the entire piece.

Feeling pretty neutral. I’m doing work that is pretty easy for me and I’m getting rewarded for it with bread.
The dream transfer is pretty interesting.

Getting Coffee – I’m in a cafe and I order a coffee. It’s a really long cafe and the cash register is all the way at the end. I order my coffee from the coffee counter and walk to the register to pay for it. I’m standing there when someone finally comes up to handle the transaction. She rings it up and I go to give her a credit card but I can’t find it. I’m going thru my wallet but not having any luck. I have a whole bunch of stuff out of my wallet when I acknowledge that I must’ve left it somewhere. I’m not too happy about this. I give her a different card and she swipes it but it’s rejected because she tells me that it can’t be used for the coffee. I’m getting frustrated as I dig thru my cash and hand her a twenty. I have a heap of stuff to get back into my wallet. Finally she hands me my change and I walk thru the cafe to the front door when I realize that I don’t have a lid for the coffee and I have to drive. I progress back thru the cafe looking for lids which I can’t find in any of the aisles. I’m walking briskly and there’s a guy in front of me who’s holding out his arm to hand something to someone right in front of me. I go to duck under his arm right when he decides to drop it and he spills my coffee. I’m getting more frustrated and keep walking noting that I’m now a person I don’t like very much when I’m in a hurry and frustrated.

Frustrated, in a hurry
Reminds me of having to follow Patty from church and how I turned the opposite direction at an intersection and made a u-turn just to pass her because I was frustrated, and I wondered what she thought of me for that. Being impulsive.
I should pay attention to my credit cards.

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I asked if I should go to Ashland and I also asked about going to Ayer’s Rock again.
I see a sweat lodge and there is a woman that’s going to run it. She looks like Ama. I’m unsure I want to sweat with her. She uses a word that I want to connect to but leave the a off the end.
I wake up a little frustrated that I can’t remember the word.
I was just talking about Ama last night.
Thinking about the singer’s lodge that Ken is trying to get me to come to. But someone else is running it and it’s not complete. The “A” is missing.

I’m standing outside and there’s a long line of people waiting to get somewhere. There a young woman rolling around on the ground and there’s a large bird antagonizing her. It’s like a giant rooster. She doesn’t want anyone to intervene, but I notice that she’s laying there and it’s standing over her and drooling. It pecks at her and she dodges it. I’m concerned that it’s going to peck her in the head but she seems to want to continue doing this. I notice that my friend is in line and I’m excited to see him. I think it’s Ralph, but it’s like Dale, Ralph and Jerry mixed into one person. I grab his left arm to say hi and realize that’s he’s injured his left shoulder and I’ve just pulled on it. I feel bad that I’ve done this but had no idea that he’d hurt himself. I’m very concerned. We’re then in a living room where there’s a TV and a sofa. We walk into the room and I tell him that we need to do some healing work on it. I want to set up an appt but realize that I don’t have my home, hence no calendar. I feel a bit stuck for a moment that I can’t schedule anything.
Frustrated, concerned.
Need to contact Ralph and see if he’s ok.
The rooster thing seems like an ostrich from the last Uluru dream.
I often have the healing feeling that I want to help Mel but don’t know what to do for him. This was similar.

I’m walking outside of a large apartment complex in a grass center street divider singing Summertime. I can hear the echo of it bouncing off apartment building walls and my voice is much better from the laryngitis I’ve had. I’m pretty happy.
Happy.
This is an indicator that I shouldn’t go to Ashland. That my voice will be better in summer in time for the dance.

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I set the intention to go to Ayer’s Rock to meet Claire and Eileen from last night’s breakout group (I hope I have their names and spelling correct). I arrived there with my mom and two other people in a 4-door sedan. It was different than I expected. There was a lot of water there as if it had rained recently. In fact it was so abundant with water that there were streams and pools everywhere and because of this, there were animals everywhere. Lots of them. I was mostly noticing fowl of different kinds, mostly in the grey and white hues. There were also a lot of monkeys tho I’m not sure what type. We didn’t get out of the car. We drove more toward the right and came upon another area where there were giant koalas and giant ostriches. We got out of the car this time but I was a little concerned about my mother. She had her purse with her which I couldn’t figure out why and there was an ostrich that was very interested in it and was approaching her but she was oblivious to this. I had to tell her to watch out for things around her. I stayed close to her to protect her.
We came across to minivan loads of people. One group in a dark blue minivan had dogs with them that were incredibly friendly. They were beagle-like, small to mid-size dogs, low to the ground. One of them reminded me of a hound. I asked the woman where they were from and she told me Nevada. I said that we were neighbors, from California. There were others there but I don’t recall details.

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I’m on a city street at the curb. I seem to be sitting on a skateboard pushing myself around with my hands. Mel is sitting in the gutter at the curb doing some sort of craft. The curb is red. I’m thinking about a bookcase and there are a number of old books that I’d like to read but I wonder if I’ll truly get around to reading them or whether I should just get rid of them. Mel and I casually talking about it and other subjects that come to mind. I move over to a driveway that leads into a chain link fence as whatever building in this area is long gone and there’s nothing but a vacant lot. There’s a car parked nearby. I’ve found a sort of groove by rocking up the driveway and then sliding back down, then up the slope of the street and back down, aided by simple push-offs with my arms and hands. I’m rocking back and forth. A car drives up and wants to park when it sees us in the place where it wants to park, and then moves on. We’re looking at an area where a guy walks up and starts playing blues harp. He’s pretty good. I notice that his feet look like monkey’s feet. I tell Mel to notice them. He shrugs. The guy finishes and walks away. Another guy comes up and starts playing blues harp. He’s wearing an apron and when he finishes, I noticed that there’s a table there and he’s actually waiting on it as it’s a restaurant. He comments that this is his last table there ever. It seems this is a famous spot for people to come and play blues harp but that was long ago and they’re paying homage too it as it’s now closing down.

The aching in my arms seems to be some sort of exercise. There’s concern about the books, like wishes that haven’t come true. There’s the harp playing that’s nostalgic from my years playing open mikes and trying to get my music off the ground. These are familiar to me.

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I’m with Corry and I’m trying to help her dress. I have this very colorful shirt for her to try on but it seems that it’s too small for her to wear over what she’s currently wearing so I’m asking her to disrobe. She starts to pull off what she’s wearing but underneath is a sort of peach colored frame of a woman that she’s wearing under all her clothing, close to her body. I notice and realize why she’s more private about taking off her clothes in front of me.

Discovery beneath.

It could have something to do with the web site. Not sure.

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I’m watching a long white kinda of smoke-like ribbon draw the word “love” continuously in a long strand, over and over. I’m singing Carly Simon’s Anticipation with a woman and we’re singing the part where we’re repeating “these are the good ol’ days” over and over.

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I’m in a parking lot at night. There are people there and they’re really excited about the lottery because it just went up to $220M. I’m wondering if it will go up to $260M. There’s a large dark van there. I’m with a group of men that take other hostage at gun point. They’re forcing three of them, particularly one to go somewhere. Now, it’s day light and there’s a ruckus amongst some school kids nearby that distracts the man with the gun. One of the hostages takes the gun but there’s another ruckus and he drops it and the other guy gets it again. Another guy gets away and goes up to a group of police officers and screams at them and gets them to follow him. However, there’s a bank robbery nearby and police who are following him stop there to give assistance to the other officers already present there.

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I’m in a sort of chamber where there’s a large hot tub or spa. I’m in it with Jerry and we’re relaxing. Time changes and we’re in the future and Mel and my mom are there with Jerry. They ask if I knew that Jerry had a spa and I confirm that I’ve been in it. Jerry announces that he’s going to need to go to the hospital ‘cos something’s wrong with him. We get in the car. My mom says something snarky to Jerry and Jerry replies with something snarky. We head out the driveway onto the road. Jerry and I end up at an altar. There are two canupas there. I can hear Nathan talking but I don’t see him. Suddenly, I wonder where Nathan’s canupa is. I see a canupa that is a carved dragon that spirals from the stem to the bowl. It’s very thick and elaborate.

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I’m standing somewhere on a road. There’s pampas grass growing on the other side and there’s a caucasian woman standing on the road. Down the road is a black man in red and blue robe and pants and he’s running toward her with his hands behind his back. As he gets close to her he whips around in front of him a three pronged ninja dagger and stabs the woman in the throat. I’m pretty shocked by this. Then she takes the dagger out and chases down a different caucasian man and stabs him in the throat. He takes out the dagger and looks at me. I’m like… uh uh… so I run down a side road near the pampas grass. This startles me awake.

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