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.

had a dream about this person

kind of vague, good feeling though... Andrew Scott

apricots

I dreamt that I was canning apricots and with my grandparents. They were more off in another room, but I was at their home, blanching, skinning and plopping them into jars. As I was peeling one, I wondered if that was really correct? Shouldn't I leave the skins on?  The counters were covered with jars, fruit and a boiling pot of lids. I looked up and Michael Fassbender was there. We didn't know each other that well, but had been introduced. I don't think he was as much interested in the canning as he was my tights. He was on a level lower in the dining area, which had the vantage point of a view under the counter. I continued to focus on my apricots. I had no interest in his interests.

The fruit was beautiful and I enjoyed the repetitiveness of the activity and visuals. It was almost meditative as well as cozy. I felt the more I focused on canning the more he was interested in not canning. I invited him up to view the process, but first decided to remove my tights to get rid of the distraction. He came up and appeared interested, looking at this and that. Then I noticed the box of fresh peaches. They were not any peaches. They were from my grandparents' orchard, fragrant and juicy and as large as your hand. I took one in both hands and with my eyes closed, breathed it in. I could feel him watching me. Was he appreciative of the peaches as well? I peeled it and cut two wedges for him to taste. He immediately separated them from the pit with two fingers. Was he going to eat both or share...

robot boy

I dreamt of a robot boy.  He could control you with his mind. He could do things  like make you hit yourself, hurt yourself ...

I didn't want to get mad at him.. He, it was learning.. But I also wasn't sure how he would respond... Would he become more violent if I did?  Would he get out of hand if I didn't?

I asked if he knew  how to be creative. I didn't know if he was capable of that kind of thought. It made him pause... I could tell he wasn't sure either, but he was curious. I was hopeful in that it would occupy him for a bit and I could get a reprieve, but I also that it might set his mind in another direction... something more positive.

robot

I dreamt that I was in a body. It wasn't mine and it didn't feel real. It was as if I was some robot. Well, it was a robot. It was a man made body, but my consciousness felt real. I think part of me questioned my "soul's" realness though.

 I looked down. I looked like a woman with dark hair. I was dressed in feminine clothing... navy sheer blouse and a navy pencil skirt. There were also two glass fuses that went down my center. I'm not sure if they were always visible to all or if I could just see them because I was "working" on myself. They were long, transparent and slender and looked a bit decorative. I popped one out and started to insert the new one knowing I would be just fine... or more like being neutral. It just was...

guides

I dreamt that I was at some sort of free workshop. I think it was an intro to get you to sign up for the full package of services. I think it was business skill related or??, but for some reason they had an intuitive type person there. She was touted as being able to talk to your ?? guides or something beyond that was looking out for you. I don't think she was there to perform, but more of an introduction and free advertising for her.

The instructor started talking but the intuitive looked at me and started talking... She said something about that I should appreciate how much I love people. That I adore people completely and wholly and that should be my focus in my dealings and career.

obama

I dreamt that Obama could run again as long as he ran under another party. He was in the room laying out his agenda for the campaign. ..

One of his constituents was discussing ideas on education. He wanted to abandon all public schools and systems. He thought we could all have free and more beneficial education by having the general public create online video type classes. Information would be more accessible, more up to date and more relevant. And children could choose there topic at will for a more organic learning experience.

I liked his ideas, but I thought... some things are best taught at a young age... like language and grammar.  I don't think I would have organically chosen those as a kid, but who knows...

Woke up to this song in my head - beautiful world

Beautiful World - Colin Hay

My my my, It's a beautiful world
I like swimming in the sea
I like to go out beyond the white breakers
Where a man can still be free,
Or a woman if you are one
I like swimming in the sea

My my my, It's a beautiful world
I like drinking Irish Tea
With a little bit of lap sang souchong
I like making my own Tea

My my my, It's a beautiful world
I like driving in my car
Roll the top down,
Sometimes I travel quite far
Drive to the ocean
Stare up at the stars

All around is anger, automatic guns
Death in large numbers, no respect for woman, or our little ones
I tried talking to Jesus, but he just put me on hold
Said he'd been swamped by calls this week
And He could not shake his cold

And still this emptiness persists
Perhaps this is as good as it gets
When you've given up the drink and those nasty cigarettes
Now I leave the party early at least with no regrets
I watch the sun as it comes up I watch it as it sets
Yeah this is as good as it gets

My my my, It's a beautiful world
I like sleeping with Marie
She is one sexy girl full of mystery
She says she doesn't love me, but she likes my company
For now that's good enough for me

modern streets

I dreamt that I was heading back to a friend's condo downtown. We were both in a cab, but for some reason I decided to get out. My friend MB was going to continue to take the cab home, much easier and zero effort, and I decided to run across streets and walk through construction areas. When I first got out, I had that feeling that sometimes happens in dreams when you can't move like you would like, but I gathered my will and my thoughts and darted across the street before traffic could reach me.

The streets and sidewalks were getting redone. All street lights had been removed and there were now lights on the corner ramps telling you whether to walk or not, as well as in the streets. There were lines of lights on the sides and middle of the streets that would change color to let you know to slow down or to continue. It looked so much cleaner and pleasant.

I was about a block away now from MB's and walked by a roundish policeman. He was talking to a machine. It was a mobile ATM that was made of one large sphere and a few smaller ones mimicking feet I suppose, more in an R2D2 sort of way. The whole thing was a clear blueish plastic. The policeman was training it to learn the areas and to react to its environment. Soon it could be independent and "know" where to be on certain times of day or during certain events.

I arrived at MB's. We were immediately in the midst of making peanut butter cookies. M & I kept nibbling at the dough, while his partner was quickly rolling it into ball to bake and send on out of our reach. He was on a health kick and this was kryptonite.

M was on the phone and gave someone from our past a quote from me saying that "Calvin Kline has gone wrong."   I was a gasp.  No, I said... I love Calvin's stuff.

moon light

I dreamt that I was at a friend's home. He had purchased this new light called a moon light. It was on a small rectangular silver gadget and what looked like a white ball at the end. The significance of it was that it glowed like the moon, but did not reflect a lot of light. It let out a very soft light like the moon.

mainland

I dreamt that I was going to an island for a vacation. I was going with what in the dream was the usual crowd. A handful of couples etc. The island was in a cooler climate. More evergreen trees, dirt and clouds than sandy beaches in the sun. We were all there for a weekend in a house.  We dumped our bags on the floor and sat around the table to eat as it was a long journey to arrive. The guy sitting next to me was kind of a set up.  He was a bit overly touchy and inappropriately so... I moved his hand away that he was touching his wine glass to me with and the red wine spilled over the white rug under the table.  I dabbed it up and it cleaned up nicely .... but they kept talking about it and digging deeper. Then it seemed to reappear.. and become almost impossible to clean.... and then it showed up on the rug near the fireplace as if it were spreading the more they focused on it.

I left to take a boat to another island. There was some sort of talent show that the children were performing in .  I arrived at the island and saw a man carrying a young boy. It was my nephew, S. He swam across with a life jacket on as his parents were not going to take him. He wanted to play with the other children.  I took him from the man saying I would take care of him and asked him not to share this with his parents. S was crying... they didn't understand him and although he could have been hurt, I didn't want him to be punished for wanting something so innocent. I took him to where the other children where, knowing he would be taken care of.

Then is seemed it was over and the audience was getting up to take the ferry back to the main island. I saw two men in the crowd. I panicked. They were both interested in me and were not aware of each other. I saw the one and said I had to run.... then raced to get to the ferry. The realized the situation and both became angry and were shouting accusations at me. I said fine then I'm done, even though there had been nothing to be done with... I then got on the ferry.

When I arrived at the main island I went to the local bar. It was full of fishermen, loggers and vacationers. The two guys showed up, but the feeling was different now. They were both ok now and wanted to be with me still.I kept walking around the place to get away though as I was truly done.  I walked by some man I had seen several times due to work on the mainland. He started to tell his story to me as the guys showed up behind me. He had gambled all his money away.. down to a boat, the clothes on his back and some yellow women's shoes that he had on his feet. We talked to him for a bit. I said that his boat wasn't a bad way to retire, and he actually had it pretty good. He could also make money taking people on and off the island.

Which is what I wanted. I wanted to get back to the mainland urgently, but the last ferry had left at 2:30.