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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