closed

I dreamt that I was at antique store.. it is piled with things. I look for anything I might like... but rethink... I don't need to spend money. I see some old things I guess I had left there on consignment ... dresses etc. I become sentimental as if I wanted them back but reminded myself.. I had already decided to let them go and at the time it felt good. I re-situated them to so they presented better and would be sold. I felt as though my grandma was there somehow. I walked over to a gadget.. it was a food warmer. It was nicely designed with a metal pedestal and the top had two sections to place food... I guess so you could have two different dishes that wouldn't mix. The cord was an old cloth cord and then it had a lid as well. It was kind of a nice idea... just a food warmer, that was pre- microwave times. I looked at the metal label that was affixed to the side... I forgot what it had said, but was the brand name and model number. I liked it. I saw that it was worn a bit on one edge, but it was in much better condition than others I had seen.

Then the store started looking emptier and emptier.. they were closing. They had sold the store and everything was being taken away. I felt anxious. Was I missing something? Would I miss the store? the people?  I walked into the back storage area. The shelves were mostly empty. I saw an old decorative bottle of scotch. I thought.. I'll take that. The owners were already long gone and were not coming back and everything else was going to charity. I felt a bit guilty about it though. My friend RH walked in. He was giving me the background scoop on the situation and I decided to leave the bottle and go.

journey

I dreamt that I was in a deserted area. I was walking through some barren areas, gravel, hills, torn down fences... I noticed a couple of people behind me.. I could feel they were either younger or less experienced than I. Either way they were looking for help and guidance. I let them come with me. This would mean more to take care of,  but seemed better some how.

We kept walking and I saw in the distance what looked like a city, possibly civilization.  I was about to descend the hill I was on, excited to speed up and get to this city. Then I found myself on the ground, as if I just woke up. We had decided to make camp there and start out the next morning. I didn't feel like it was by choice. It was still dark, and I could hear the others sleeping next to me. Then I felt something on my neck. Was it my hair being moved by the breeze?  Then I felt it again. It was a small animal... a mouse? no, a rat.. it was larger. I was in that groggy state of first awakening and couldn't seem to move. I could barely make a noise, but imagined being able to swipe it away,  but I couldn't. 

zombie

I dreamt I was in the midst of zombies.  I was in a barn and the way to kill them seemed to be hitting them with bats until they died, which took about 2 to 3 hits.

There were two stages to becoming a zombie. The first stage, you still had some sensibilities about you, but you were somewhat clumsy and maybe a bit more gullible. Then after a bit of time you become a full fledged zombie. I would try and talk demi-zombies into killing the other zombies.  I would make them think they were not zombies yet and/or that if they killed them, it would somehow help themselves. It worked for the most part. 

easily impressed

I dreamt that I was hanging out with Mick Jagger. We were practicing American accents. His was a bit on the nasal side.. but I was trying to think.. maybe they do sound that way. It was fun, light hearted... kicking around and sounding funny.

Then we were in some gymnasium but it was also kind of a bar, also kind of a entertainment venue??

This girl showed up, I guess she was kind of with us, Isla Fisher. She started going around the floor, pointing her toes as she walked stylistically across the room. Then it seemed as though she was doing flips in the air, when I noticed she was on a trapeze. She kept on doing flips, cartwheels, sliding across furniture... Mick was entranced. This petite little red head was dancing around as if a three year old performing for her parents... and he loved every bit of it. Thought she was the most amazing thing.

Was I jealous?  I don't think so?? I just was in aw that someone could be so impressed with so little.  Maybe also how impressed she was with herself, although innocently so.

Then she walked over to a beige leather chiropractic or ?? medical table... going head first she decided to slide down to the feet, but landed wrong. She hurt herself pretty badly. It thought maybe she couldn't move, but proceeded to walk into the hall... stumbled and then fell on her back.

A female service worker noticed and ran to her. I felt she wanted to help and then spread papers all over the ground. Insurance type things, to make sure she would be covered and cared for. The manager of the building initially walked right over the woman, but then noticed the potential for lawsuit.

woke up to this song in my head ... "crazy on you"

Heart

"Crazy On You"

We may still have time
We might still get by
Every time I think about it I want to cry
With the bombs and the devils
And the kids keep coming
Nowhere to breathe easy...no time to be young
But I tell myself that I'm doing alright
There's nothing left to do tonight but go crazy on you

My love is the evening breeze touching your skin
The gentle sweet singing of leaves in the wind
The whisper that calls, after you in the night
And kisses your ear in the early light
You don't need to wonder, you're doing fine
And my love, the pleasure's mine
Let me go crazy on you

Wild man's world is crying in pain
What you gonna do when everybody's insane
So afraid of fortune, so afraid of you
What you gonna do?
Crazy on you, let me go crazy on you
I was willow last night in my dream
I bent down over a clear running stream
I sang you the song that i heard up above
And you keep me alive with your sweet flowing love
Crazy, crazy on you,
Let me go crazy, crazy on you

moonlighting

I dreamt that I found myself having a second job. It wasn't to last long, and I have no idea how I signed up for it, but I was assisting a friend to do house cleaning. We mainly had to vacuum carpets and sweep floors. No bathrooms, kitchens or windows. I thought why not... we were on Christmas break and I could ear some extra cash. The first place was simple enough... a dark brownish red carpeted studio. We were in and out lickity split.

Then we entered the next place. Well I stood there at the front door and was spacing out and forgot to knock. Then the door opened to a man in light blue boxers. I quickly closed my eyes as I wasn't sure all openings were closed, but he invited me in to start. This place was much larger and much much messier. A cute young man was sitting on a dining chair and held up a black little fluffy puppy. I cooed at it and then started working. Sweeping up quite a mess in the kitchen, then I moved on to vacuuming. I don't know where my friend went off to, but I know he was cleaning... and it would be one less thing for me to do. I realized I had to tidy up their floor a bit to even get to the carpet, so started stacking and organizing, which I kind of enjoyed. I turned to notice that I didn't do a very good job of sweeping and paused to decided if I should continue with my stacking and vacuuming project? or finish up the floor. I chose the floor.

More people poured in, and it seems they were having a gathering. I saw sheet of music, some older people...it seems they were getting together to practice.

woke up to this song in my head ... Miracle of Love

ledge

I dreamt that I was walking up a grassy man made hill that was in between a major road way and a high rise. I was up pretty high and climbing over railings and feeling pretty adventurous. The goal was to climb over and jump to a ledge on the building. I was to the top railing and looked over the edge and fear set in. It really wasn't that far of a jump, but the thought of everything that could go wrong .. stopped me.  My friend BlW showed up and he wanted to help me, encourage me. He went out to the ledge jumped off to show me that even if I did fall, the risk was little.

It didn't seem to help, although I appreciated his efforts. Then I saw a security guard walk up the hill... he was coming to say that I couldn't jump, it wasn't legal. I felt he was doing it so I had an out. I was relieved and disappointed at the same time. 

spicey

I dreamt I was in a restaurant with a work group? friend group?.. I needed to get in and do our lunch and get out during a lunch hour.

I didn't want to sit in the main dining area. I preferred the casualness of the bar area. So I left the group to order in there. There were a couple of guys behind the bar, a cook and the bartender.. I asked for a menu which I found was much more limited than I expected, but oh well, it was food and it would be quicker.

They handed me a sample of a meal. It was a piece of bacon cooked to a crisp, a spicy pepper and some spicy sauce. I liked all three things but wasn't sure if I could handle all of the spicy and intense flavors for a whole meal.

Part of me was self conscious about separating myself. Part of me didn't care.

aisle

I dreamt that I was around a stack of boxes... they kind of made a corridor and I was at the dead end. I was standing with a guy and we were looking through a stack of books on one of the boxes. I felt like there were treasures hidden in the books. He gave me a couple of things out of them. A friend of his gave me a small bag of chips to snack on while we looked.

Then I guess we were done. He left and I went to follow, but I was a bit behind. I walked through the back end of a grocery store that was like a maze. It was like a tiny version of Ikea, where you were kind of forced to walk by every product and couldn't just escape to the end. It was nicely set up, enjoyable to look at. I noticed some red peppers. I wanted some. They sounded fresh and thirst quenching. The farther you walked through the store, the less tiny it became.

I reached the end at the check out and noticed they had a coffee counter.  I felt I was about to go on a trip.

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.....

aquarium

I dreamt that I was visiting an aquarium. It was more of a research center really. An event was going on to raise awareness and funding.  We could walk near the observation tanks and view sea life, but we were not allowed in the laboratories without special clearance.

The friend I was with had a little fake lobster, an event give-away. He held it to the glass to see what would happen. An octopus quickly noticed and moved towards the glass. Then he had an orange cutout of fish that looked more like a cartoon than anything.   The life in the tank would come towards the window, but all equally dispersed... then they all stopped at exactly the same moment as though they realized something was up. He tried at the next tank and the next and they all behaved identically.  It reminded me of a kitten video when the man tickles the kitten and then stops and the cat freezes.

We continued on to an open door. It was a lab. We were not allowed in, but I noticed two black ribbons on a stool. They were passes for special guests.  I quickly grabbed them and we put them on and tried to blend in. I could feel the lab coated people watching, and knew they knew, but didn't really care.

sticky pink

I dreamt that I was in a large setting... home?? It was a bit open air, but nice. The owner of the company I work for owned it. I was there doing this and that. I was an employee maybe? I didn't feel like an employee, but I did feel as though if he asked me to do something, that I felt I should do it.

I was doing this and that and he showed up. He was extremely nice to me as though he respected and appreciated me ... (he isn't a man who appreciates much). It was nice to see this side of him. It felt like the color of pale pink.. soft, sweet, gentle and kind. I was talking to his assistant who was there. She was saying how she would receive 22 raises in pay a year, that she hoped people didn't see it as bragging... and with a smirk ... that she felt bad she was treated so well. She didn't.  She felt more like the color of deep pink... sticky.

The owner said he needed his room prepared. He was going to give massages to his assistant and another older woman. I went into the room and gathered my things. I didn't go out of my way, but I wanted to make sure I had what I needed.

I felt all were being pleasant.. but I wanted something different.

woke up with this song in my head ... in a week

hozier


"In A Week"
(feat. Karen Cowley)

I have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me
I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me
A thousand teeth and yours among them, I know
Our hungers appeased, our heart beats becoming slow

We'll lay here for years or for hours
Thrown here or found, to freeze or to thaw
So long, we'd become the flowers
Two corpses we were, two corpses I saw

And they'd find us in a week
When the weather gets hot
After the insects have made their claim
I'll be home with you, I'll be home with you

I have never known sleep like this slumber that creeps to me
I have never known colors like this morning reveals to me
And you haven't moved an inch such that I would not know
If you sleep always like this, flesh calmly going cold

We'll lay here for years or for hours
Your hand in my hand, so still and discreet
So long, we'd become the flowers
We'd feed well the land and worry the sheep

And they'd find us in a week
When the cattle'd show fear
After the insects have made their claim
After the foxes have known our taste
I'll be home with you, I'll be home with you

And they'd find us in a week
When the weather gets hot
And they'd find us in a week
When the cattle'd show fear

And they'd find us in a week
When the buzzards get loud
After the insects have made their claim
After the foxes have known our taste
After the raven has had his say
I'll be home with you, I'll be home with you
I'll be home with you, I'll be home with you
I'll be home with you, I'll be home with you

rolling stone

I was out in a front yard, near the sidewalk, watching on laptop.  My boss was looking over my shoulder. I asked, "have you seen this one?"  although originally I had been watching a friend of mine with several blond heads in a box. It then morphed into a Rolling Stones video. They all had moppy blond hair from the late sixties and were wearing pale pastel outfits of pink, sea green, yellow, lavender, peach and so on. They were stepping out of the box and singing. My boss said.. "oh  yeah, I've seen it."  Then he asked me to start at the beginning. I said "I though you had said you had seen it??" He knew I caught him.

Then Mick Jagger stepped out of the laptop and was walking. He grinned a very good authentic toothy grin. It made him seem very heart warming and real. I was happy to have seen that side of him. His two front teeth were quite crooked and stuck out a bit. I thought.. it really doesn't matter what you appearance is, it matters what you put out.

Then I was looking down the road. It dipped down to make a bit of a steep hill. Then Terry Jones from Monty Python, was skateboarding down the hill. He was about in his midthirties with shaggy hair. I thought it might be a little dangerous, but he seemed to be having fun.