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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...