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I am at some sort of global amusement park. There is a room with a game in it. I don't like video games and I tell them this and they say, everyone must try this game. It is like a virtual video game in a very white room and the screen lights up. It is difficult to tell the screen from my mind, but if you distance yourself a bit, you remember. Suddenly the screen flashes with goals, different factors to look for. At first the game is novel, "find the kitten on the touch screen". But quickly it evolves, adapting to more emotionally charged settings. Each won game is rewarded with a mardi gras style necklace. Then the screen changes and I am floating on clouds with a sage in white robes, he smiles and asks "what is all this", I smile in return and say "God of course, all is God". Next, the screen becomes violent and the game attempts to alter me so that I am more involved. It grows a beard on my face and dictates that in order to remove the be

I(or a woman like me but shorter and with straight black hair) have sculpted several large pieces of standing art out of wire. One of them is a bird woman standing 10 ft. tall. Her body armature is a stylized metal skeleton with fleshier bones on the legs and arms but very visible sacrum and vertebral column. The head is very well done. I cant tell if the head is sculpted from metal or another substance- perhaps it is bronze work. The figure is standing erect with arms outstretched in a T. The face is a bit severe, no false levity there, but very strong and wise seeming. There is an open wire hooded cloak draped over the torso and arms. On this there are thin, white, paper and newspaper, feathers, again these are very stylized and are much larger and shorter, a bit like leaves. There are just enough feathers to imply "bird" but not so many that it appears over done. The effect is breathtaking. The other sculpture is around 8ft. tall and is a cloaked figure of the wand

Dream Snippets An old woman walks naked through a house and into a bedroom. Her large breasts sag to her waist. An old man is in bed. He laughs and says, "I'll just need two long boys to take care of this". Although there is sexual innuendo the transaction seems utterly benign. I have two sisters. I am sitting in the dirt, flanked by them and feeling the surprise and love of recently remembering that I have two sisters similar in age to me. A family procession sweeps by (is it a wedding). They are all men. I feel buoyed by my sisters' love. Julia Roberts is dancing, at the start of her career. She looks plain as she dances, with obvious discomfort and awkwardness. Then I see her off stage and she is playing with the music, dancing, having fun and her famous smile spreads wide across her face. Wake. I usually judge these non-eventful dreams, taking them to be barometers of my mind, my psyche and even my soul. Often chiding myself for a preoccupation with the

I am showing a man around my house (maybe it's my brother). My house is spacious and lovely. We stop in front of a large, beautiful cut stone fireplace and the man (my brother?) leans in closely to see several hand drawn cards displayed on the mantelpiece. The cards are "I'm sorry" cards, that Shane and I have drawn. There is a little tear drop character pictured in a variety of ways, all with the intent of apology. As I look at the drawings, I am surprised to notice that Shane's are artistically better than mine. His are simple, emotional and clear. Mine seem a bit over done. The man(my brother) picks up one card and the image falls off to reveal a photo of myself and Shane or my ex...I can't really tell, the image seems to fluctuate in my memory... the photo slides off revealing a two sided postcard sized object. On one side there are lots of expensive, coordinating fabric and texture samples for redecorating in hues of brown, on the other side the

I had an interesting dream last night: I was a rainbow keeper and I was helping a few people escape the reach of the "beautiful people". When we finally rose over a high grassy knoll scraping the sky we descended into a clean, airy and bright cave. It felt like an adult Waldorf environment with beautiful wooden tables and a few white silk scarves...very natural and utterly devoid of clutter. There were several people already there seated at the table. The mouth of the cave opened to an Eden-like setting. Someone asked me what it meant to be a rainbow keeper. I held up my hand and you could see it become somewhat transparent. Then I stood opposite the person who asked. I closed my eyes and opened my heart...open and open and open until a huge flow of chakra/rainbow light flooded out like a rainbow, spreading and connecting. The body become more transparent and then my body fell backwards and into the earth. The earth reached up and my frame dissolved...I felt it diss

Who is the Self who perceives the illusion? First Dream Our home is Aunt Bertie's house but the upper story is collapsing, the foundation is made of rotting wood and it is in danger of falling in at any time. It is most likely to collapse where my old room used to be. Second Dream Angelina (Jolie) has a stalker, who is a malevolent energy housed in a human form. I have to cast it out through fire and call on the Christ to keep it out. Only the small children know what's real. I still feel fear. Third Dream I am faced with a horrible scenario, in which an alien race has taken over human beings. They seem to take them over harmlessly but totally alter their mental makeup to one of fear and ugliness. This is evident in their faces which are no longer open and inquisitive. I some how link up with a group of people who know how to escape the hole dilemma. Miguel is driving a van. I try to call Shane but realize my cell phone can be tracked and I throw it out the back. Bod

I am driving in my jeep and I realize that I am dreaming. I think to myself, "Well lets just see what happens". I start driving through villages, over buildings, everywhere. I find myself in a large room beneath the sea, Chopra is there and he says he wants to show my something. The sea room is beautiful. The ceiling has orbs of luminescent plankton surrounding kelp, which creates a light-balloon effect. Chopra takes me to a wall of coral and there are lots of little plankton fairies dragging away treasures. One plankton hops up and sticks its tiny head in my ear. It begins speaking in a high melodious talk, but I don't remember what she says. I decide to swim and begin arcing through the water with a feeling of pure freedom, then I break thru the waves and am soaring through the sky, dipping in and out of clouds...FLYING.

Strange dark dreams. There were shadow-ish people living in the dark places of my house, they were human, but malevolent and all of them were men...my first boyfriend was part wolf with a power talisman, a living snake that passed malevolent messages to him through writing on his skin. I chopped the snake into little pieces. It became rigid like a pencil. I put the knife to his neck but couldn't kill him, so I asked him to just let it go and be kind. Nope, it wasn't gonna happen. Next I was battling a whole group of men in the branches of a tree outside my window, most resembled men I had loved, admired or idealized. I was overpowered and escaped inside, closing the window barely in time. I yelled for help, but Shane was busy watching the game and my sons were too young. I gathered my courage and then I realized somehow I had lost and was going to have to do what they told me. I was going to have to work where they said and be who they told me to. Suddenly, I felt li

Dream snippets: I am washing my hair in Wind's sink. My hair is dread-locked and the water is so salty. I keep getting it in my mouth and I feel like I am going to be sick, my whole tongue is swelling up. Finally, someone agrees that the water is salty, this somehow validates my opinion and I leave the sink. Next, I have a baby and a doll. I play with the doll as much as the baby and the baby and I love the doll. We are on the earth outdoors playing with the doll when a woman walks by with her dog. The dog tries to suckle at the baby. Next, I am nursing again. Bodhi is nursing and I have a lot of milk. I feel a sort of unmatched fulfillment. Next, I am at a beach and laying on the sand. The beach is crowded and this family nearby is pouring artificial, styrofoam snow on the sand in a large square to immulate a bed, for the kids to sleep on. I feel horrified at the evident disregard for nature.

My body is sitting on a grassy yard staring ahead at a stormy sky above the tree line. I am watching just beyond my body. There is a road on either side of me. On my left there is a vehicle and some one like Dave opens the door and shadows, sorrows and a sort of hopelessness pours out. There is a sense that I am looking at the stark underbelly of this life, the wars and killings, the lies and greed, the selfishness and fear, the destruction. The shadow pours out and the field fills with hopelessnes in spite of the drivers assurances that we need a revolution, that we need to LOOK at these things and SEE them in order to change them. My body remains sitting there, eyes on the approaching storm. Then Aunt Bertie appears on my right, she quietly smiles and says, "I choose to focus on something else", the door of a white mini van slides open and light pours out, beautiful brilliant connecting light and HOPE fills the space between the darkness until all is connected and in

Dream. There is a sister staying at our house for a while. She is heavy with child. I cross a wide room toward her, embracing her and telling her that I am so grateful that she has chosen to be with us and share this beautiful time with us. I feel the baby moving in her body,then I feel it low in her back. I say honey you are close. Then I hear a soft baby cry, which doesn't make any sense. I bend down and I can see the babies face through the outstretched skin of her right rear hip. I know that it isn't the right position for the baby whose mouth is opening and closing, but still seems fine. I wake up, concerned and sad.

Dream snippets Chris Kilgour ( love and comfort and anticipated discomfort) ... old ford trucks loaded with simple camping gear headed for the mountains... dancing with runners...young love and choices ( here I was young and in love, it was sweet and innocent without the least hint of sexuality. Next this young George Clooney sweeps me off my feet and takes me on long motorcycle rides complete with lovemaking beneath the moon, in the end I return to my young love and say to "George" you want to love with the angst and intensity of an adult, I want to enjoy the sweet innocence of my youth.)...the women at my work are gathered and judging the details of one another. Belle is upset. I stand and say, "Hey, Lets all drop the sharp edges and caustic wires of our judging and just enjoy eachother!", No one appears to listen. I don't remember much beyond these snippets.

I am with a lot of friends, family and acquaintances in a large house (Aunt Bertie is there too), there is access to underground tunnels here too. I remember this from another dream and everyone else seems to remember also, that there are horrible creatures that live in the underground who occasionally come up to the surface. I remember the military battling them, with tanks and warfare and the creatures were hardly phased by all their violence. There seems to be a consensus that these creatures are aliens of some kind that feed on human flesh. Everyone is utterly horrified by this. I suggest that a heavy consciousness like thiers is not so dissimilar from our own, which blindly kills and murders dolphins. I explain that dolphins are just as conscious and intelligent as we are, more , because they consistently respond with joy and playfulness, regardless of our tendency to kill them. We respond with fear. Then one of the creatures emerges from the underworld, he is very large a

Wind lives in a tree house and is surrounded by healthy food. She offers a full breast to her new baby and pours milk all over...literally overflowing. She shows me her right hand, we both have small tattoos of butterflies (blue) and she has a scarification of a small turtle. We also have similar scars. I am in a restaurant in a foreign country, I work there and feel very comfortable. There are people from all over the world here. I am seated at a table with three me. One of them has a tattoo on his neck that is like the sun on my back, he also has a tattoo of the Earth with an orbit around it. He says, "Look she has a tattoo like mine". They ask if I work here and if so if I will serve them. I can tell they want to talk. I go to the back of the restaurant to check in. Everyone knows me and hugs me. Many of the regulars are happy to see me. It takes a while to get out front to where the men are, when I do they are gone but have left a note, written in Spanish wit

Dreaming I have a parrot/parakeet. It is small and green and is on the window side of a curtain rod, behind the curtain. Owen tells me that I need to treasure the bird because it was a gift from my mom and very special to her. I realize that he is right. Just then our cat, Eli, comes in and grabs the bird and it's nest and goes running off with it. I holler for Shane to help, he is just reclining on a lazy-boy with his hands behind his head and obviously doesn't care. I run to Eli and grab the nest but have difficulty finding the bird. Then I find her beneath his left arm, hidden (more like in a furry wing). I take her and at first think she is dead. She is bigger now and seems very precious to me. I realize that she is in shock and I just need to give her attention and take far better care of her. Wake up

Dreaming Davey and I are driving in the back seat of a car, looking out the window I see a person walking at the front of a procession in period garb. I become excited because I have heard of these people. Unlike 'normal' human beings who die after a lifespan of less than 100 years, these people live far beyond that, passing through time at their leisure. We force/help Dan to stop the vehicle which he does in a beachy wetland. We walk for some time until we find them. There is a sort of entertainment going on because "normal" people don't realize that those in costume are masters and consider them circus performers. I watch and then I see a sort of ripple along the surface of it all, like a great sea of energy. I jump and dive into this unseen water and begin a sort of dolphin swimming along the surface. As I swim through the air I realize that this is how they live so long. They don't live life in a linear fashion caught up by the trappings of illusi

I dreamt of monkeys forced to sing and parade about, acting like ill behaved humans for advertising companies. I saw the horrible treatment of these beautiful creatures at the hands of those who treated them like a commodity. I saw the similarities between slavery and I saw the wretched little we have done to overcome our arrogance... we have exchanged it but not overcome it. I dreamt of a mother, heavy with child, lying on a table in a spacious and modern restaurant. Her belly exposed. Her husband stood beside her rubbing his knuckle in a circle around her navel. He said, "We will be making a landing pad" (bruise), implying that everyone would perform this same knuckle treatment on the mother. Meanwhile the child in eutero squirmed to move away from the accosting knuckle. I thought how much I miss community and want a child to be born into a circle of friends. I dreamt of a man trapped by his inabilities, who disguises them with masculinity. I watched him escape throu

I have been bombarded by dreams lately... here are some of last nights snippets, Michelle Obama and her oldest daughter were being baptized but instead of leaning back over water they were leaning over a cavernous cliff. ... A man was telling me of his sorrow. He had lost his wife. While she was well he had not appreciated her but then she became ill and developed this rotting disease... where her face rotted just like an old pumpkin. He realized how much he loved her as she was dying. ... Several end of the world dreams... forest images and more