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I am dreaming I am escaping something. I have a travel companion. I am walking through the fruit orchard of my youth. There we find a naked female dummy. I pick her up and throw her in the trash, she has an upraised delicate tattoo across her bum (the body seems a bit too lifelike). We continue on. I am afraid of what is chasing me. I carry little with me other than a grocery bag of food. These two cousins catch up to us, One has two heads on long leg-like necks. He is hurt and wants to hurt us. In the end he falls in love with us and we are able to leave. This delay has given our pursuer time to catch up. It is my first boyfriend Jason Wolfe. He has razor blade finger nails that he flicks at us like daggers, then spikes and more razors. I pick up several and shoot them back at him, eventually slicing his throat with one of his razor's. As I do I realize that he has a female counterpoint. She is rotund and looks like my moms dear friend Nanceye(whom I love very muc

I am sitting with several people in a large room. They are all talking of death, of cremation and of burial. I guess I am inside the waiting room of a indoor crematorium. One older woman says that she doesn't care for the tradition of cremation. It is so removed from the Earth, she will prefer burial. I think it is odd that there is no ritual involved. I look down at a bowl of food I am eating. It is ground meat, rice and seasoning. It occurs to me that I am eating my father. I continue eating for a time, more as a burial rite and ritual for my Dad than out of hunger. I am a vegetarian and the notion of eating meat, even my Dad, sickens me. I eat half the bowl and put it down. I have eaten enough and my Dad will always be part of me.

I dream of a cat... white with brown and black spots. I am trying to put the cat out because it is being naughty. The cat won't have it. It is scratching and yelling. I grab it by the fur at its neck and back and carry it to the door. Its claws are out and looking for a fight, it squirms around and wraps all its limbs in a body bind on my right hand and wrist. I ask for help. Shane and my brother help me shake him off. I leave and the boys go outside. I turn around in time to see that they are trying to crush the cat with the legs of a weight bench. I am appalled. I rush outside and tell them to STOP. They do. I am so disgusted with them. I walk away.

Dreaming I am taking off in a "boat" from Catalina Island (I say Catalina but it looks more like Coronado), Bodhi is with me (although maybe it isn't Bodhi just a child the same age). The boat consists of a small upper platform on which sits a throne-like wooden chair. Instead of a sail there is a mosquito netting canopy suspended from above and cascading over the sides of the chair. This Bodhi/child runs around the perimeter of the chair on the 1 foot buffer before the waves. I know this boat is a bit like an iceberg, much larger at its base but hollow inside. It is night and we are sailing through midnight waters and starry skies. The throne is also a self-digesting toilet which I utilize by squatting. As soon as this is finished it returns to a throne with pillows. I pull the child close to me and sleep beneath the netting and stars. When I awake I find that I have drifted close to shore (Oceanside, but maybe what it looked like 200+ years ago). My boat is n

I dream My mom has died. I find this out at her house. Her female roommate or lover is there waiting, she is young and blond. I make it clear that the house belongs to the family. I ask what happened. They tell me she must have frozen in the woods one afternoon while walking the dogs. I know this is false. I demand an inquiry, suspecting foul play. I become so sad and upset. I start to wail and my heart swells to breaking with sorrow. I am furious and sorrow-filled all at once. Mom gone? How could that be. I find the people who did this. A man, he looks like Don, is a King. He was behind it. He captures me along with a number of other men. My family is nearby. My hands are tied. He thinks its over and stands above me to illustrate the point. I reach up with my head and bite his penis. I bite off several pieces. He falls. I stand. I say, "Now you owe me a favor!" He looks at me horrified. I realize that he will go on hating me and that will lead to on