flying

I dreamt that I could fly. I was flying around town with my friend SD. We flew around town, up hills, through back yards.

It seems the city had been rebuilt. There were man made hills to prevent weather conditions from affecting certain areas. All of the homes had been wiped out except for houses at the top and at the valley.

I flew around more and showed my friend a place I had lived (only really had lived there in a previous dream).. It was a huge place I remembered.. but was thinking I hadn't lived there long and that it was a built false to say that I had lived there at all.

Then it felt as though she needed my assistance to fly.. when she grabbed my hand... we would both fall I kept telling her to let go. That her doing that kept us both from flying due to doubt in our own abilities.

I finally flew on my own. I flew way out into the coutry side ... I saw my little dog sophie.. I swooped down and picked her up and then we were flying and it was great.

Sophie was no longer alive in reality ... in my dream,  I wondered if this was a sign... was I going to die  or was I already dead?

I kept flying and noticed there were electric wires in the sky.  I was going too fast and coudln't go below or above.. so went right between wires.... closing my eyes.. I was sure that I would hit them, but we made it.

jail

I dreamt of jail... a women's jail. I would say I dreamt that I was in jail, but I felt more like an observer.. although I would pop in someone's mind/body for a second and take that perspective.

All of the inmates wore pale yellow. The clothing felt more like pajamas... light and not meant for outside conditions. Three women... sometimes "we" were in a cell. None of us wanted to be there of course, but we were not too focused on it. I didn't really know why any of them where there... the thought would pop in here and there... well, more of a feeling of "oh yeah... I did that horrible thing" but it would pop out before the details would show up. The women were getting moved. There was a female guard that was quite husky and and a more slight male. I think he was a doctor though. He felt much more kind, sensitive and caring.

One of the inmates was pregnant. I would pop into her mind and body. She felt a little naive, simple and a bit of ignorance is bliss. They led us down the hallway of white walls and shiny white tile floors. It didn't seem too bad. If this was jail, it didn't feel like punishment. We didn't have to think, organize, plan, reason.... just follow.  There was no real stress. We arrived at our destination... it was a nice sized room with a wall of windows that faced an garden. The she guard handed the pregnant inmate (me) what looked like a yellow plastic pitcher, but it was meant to be a toilet. I guess it was due to the condition of the body, and it would be easier than getting up in the night. I wasn't sure how it would work, but I figured they knew what they were doing. I set it down by what was to be my bed. The other women didn't seem as pleased as the pregnant me. I listed out all the reasons we should be happy and it seemed to bring some levity.

Then it was if I woke from this dream and there was a fat little puppy on my knees. I startled it and it fell to the ground with a little yelp. Not far, just enough to shock it and make it whine a bit. Was awfully cute. 

more

I dreamt that I was going somewhere with a group of people. We were walking as if we were tourists, walking on an intended path... although we had never been there before, we just knew where we were coming from and the destination. That there was some space we had to traverse to get from a to b.

I wasn't paying much attention as I was just trusting we would get there. It was enough that I knew we all wanted the same thing and that someone with us was moving us forward.

We arrived at a location. Our guide looked at me with wide eyed expectantly. He was like a cat that just brought me a dead mouse. I took a deep breath as I took in the view. It was a vast golden stairway leading down to water... across from it was a wall of golden bricks. On the bricks were various sculptures, some just round faces and some abstract. The guide... my friend, took my camera and pointed it to focus on one of the sculptures. It was beautiful with the light perfectly casting shadows to make the details more precise. I took the camera in my hand and quickly went to focus on another sculpture... then another... they were blurry and I couldn't make out the details. I realized he showed me the best vision on the wall and I took it for granted and shortened the experience by needing to find my own vision. I wanted to find the one he showed me again, but I couldn't seem to locate it. I felt a little stupid... but had I another chance, I probably would have done the same thing. Not knowing it was the best, I went to seek out more.

We traversed the water and he left me at his home. It was beautiful, although a bit over run with books, items, old papers... It was messy, but that almost made it more interesting and cozy.

I looked around a bit and starting feeling like it was my own. I'm not sure if hours, days or months passed... but the group was coming back to retrieve me. It was enough time to not want them there, in what now seemed mine and my friend's place. 

unsatisfied

I dreamt that I had a dinner date. It was at a fancy place with two other couples. I was the single one. The guy Wilmer Vallderama was there and sat between my step-cousin LP and an old friend JMcB who are both small, slender and type A.  Wilmer was a nurse and JMcB needed a shot before she could eat. He gave it to her and blushed. Was a bit odd.

They all stood up after ordering... I stayed... The food arrived on platters away from the table as if there wasn't enough room and the table was just for gathering. You would sit back and eat on a tray. It was supposed to be more refined, more chic.

One item was Kobe beef... it melted in your mouth but was completely flavorless. My friend bugged me for being critical.. I offered for him to taste it..

Then I was at MB's house, sitting with him and his partner. They were doing their thing, looking through magazines and about to fall asleep. Once asleep I wanted to get a bite in their kitchen. I was very hungry. They fell and I went to rummage. There was an old fashioned chocolate donut and  I thought I'd break off a piece. Then MB woke up and I went back into living room feeling odd about having a late night pastry.

hidden spaces

I dreamt that I was in an old house. I felt like I was visiting some relative ... one that was distant enough that I was treated politely, yet didn't feel like I was intruding.  The house was dark, full of wood floors and walls. It was in the country and had plenty of land surrounding it. I walked up to what was to be my room during my stay. It was an attic type space with vaulted ceilings and a window at each end. There was a young man in there, short, stocky and blondish. I want to say that he felt neutral, but it was more that he was open to possibility and that is all that he could envision. No past, nothing negative....

He was eager to show me my room. He motioned to how much space I had, and then walked to the window. It became sliding doors. I could feel his appreciation and it became my own. Then he walked me through them and out on to the roof. He motioned to a secret space that was covered. I could enjoy the outside, the solitude and be protected from the elements. I couldn't wait to use it.

He the nodded out passed the rooftop to a suspension bridge. This led to a tree house. I ran down the bridge to see. I said allowed... well this would be nice once it is all swept up. He immediately started sweeping. He wasn't taking an order or trying to please me... he was just as enthused as I.

There were more steps and more trails. I knew he would be by my side whichever way I took.

Then we were back on ground looking at some out buildings and tractors. I saw two jeeps that hadn't been used in ages. He saw my interest and said ... you don't want those, you like classic.   He was right.

bridges

I dreamt that my car was not working.... nothing was working. A friend JLB, motioned for me to get on his white vintage scooter. We road up a spiral parking garage as he was telling me out I should treat the mechanics.... nice, not to burn my bridges and so on. I rolled my eyes... I had introduced him to the mechanics.....