G'bye Delaney dear

I dreamed i was at a carnival and was playing the Disney Boxes. These are machines that are similar to shadow boxes but in motion, acting out scenes from different Disney movies. There were two boxes in each little room and there were probably twenty of these little rooms off a large open foyer type area. I put in a quarter and the scene was from, i think, Dumbo. But it didn't light up and didn't play any sound. It just moved in silence. I was upset because it wasn't nearly as fun without light and sound. As i was complaining about it to my companion (not sure who was with me) a youthful boy appeared. He worked there. He wasn't wearing a shirt and he was very appealing. I felt bad about being attracted to him because he was too young for me. I was telling him about the broken machine and wondered why Disney would ever have a broken one on display. Then i asked him how many machines were there. "Five thousand?" i guessed. He said there were no more than five hundred. When i asked how that could be since Disney is so huge and all over the world, he said each park was franchised and each franchise used their own vendor for the machines. I was extremely disappointed - deflated - to hear it and the boy understood. We hugged and he felt so good in my arms.


That's all i remember. Last night, right before i went to bed, i saw a headline telling me that Delaney Bramlett died from complications of a surgery. I've always loved Delaney and reading about his death hurt more than i was prepared to deal with. His never ending song of love was a big part of my youth.

Thy Will Be Done

In the dream, President Obama has declared that America's roads need to be brought up to code with a new material that will withstand extreme temperatures and have some kind of "rubber" nature that makes them practically indestructible. His idea is that all over the country there will be teams of people that will prepare the existing roads so the new material can be put down. He's also asked the public to send pictures of areas of roads that they think need fixing to provide a starting place. It's a public works project as huge as building the pyramids in ancient Egypt and the American people are excited and feel positive that the future really will be better after all.

To thank the president, i decide to send a Christmas card to the First Family but i'm having difficulty trying to decide how to address the children and the cat. Just before i woke up i'd finally settled on "Merry Christmas Barack, Michelle, girls and pets" because i don't know if they have more than one cat and if they got a dog yet.



A dream from earlier is balancing on the edge of my memory. It had to do with roads and traveling too. Maybe it was the beginning part of the same dream.

Tears of the laughing Buddha

Last night's dream was epic and very beautiful, but all muddled in translation. For sure a result of watching The Forbidden Kingdom and The Bucket List last night.

All the lives of all the people were streams flowing towards a larger river and then to the ocean. Some streams were no more than a trickle of water in the middle of a dry bed where others were babbling mountain brooks, or culverts filled with angry water. It didn't matter what the nature or volume of the water, it was all finding a way back to the main source. From my perspective i could see how the different streams would occasionally cross paths and sometimes merge together. Eventually the smaller streams merged into several large rivers. Seven Rivers? Some of the trickles of water seemed like they were too weak to get to the river but i knew somehow they would find their way. My perspective continued to expand as i retreated so that i could see more and more how all the waters were connected until finally i could barely see even the large rivers any more and it was all ocean but even then i kept floating 'outward' until everything was mostly just darkness with a few stars. My vision adjusted and i realized that i was looking at a face and the ocean was actually another river but resulting from the tears flowing down the face of the laughing Buddha.

Very cool dream.

Fairy Princess

A boy, probably around 13 or so, is telling me about his friend. She was a young pretty thing that was being sold by her family to old men for their "pleasure." She believed she was a fairy princess and was "saving" the men. One day, as some gross old man was slobbering and grunting over her, she realized she wasn't a fairy princess and later she cut her wrists. As the boy is telling me this tale, there's a large conveyor belt behind him carrying rubbish into the incinerator and i see the pale, naked body of the young girl on the belt. She's very white and i can see the deep X on each wrist. I'm so sad because i can see that she actually was a Fairy Princess.

I think this dream was a result of watching the movie Juno and killing the undead in the Ghostlands.

Update 12/18: Or maybe it was just a thought i picked up from Mindy McCready's poor sad brain.

"NASHVILLE, Tenn. (AP) - Country singer Mindy McCready was in stable condition in a hospital Thursday after police said she cut her wrists and took several pills in an apparent suicide attempt."

http://apnews1.iwon.com/article/20081218/D9558AT02.html

a somber man in uniform

Busy night's dreaming. In the first dream, a man i don't recognize in some kind of military uniform is walking towards 'me' from across a vast expanse. I don't know who i am but i'm not myself in the dream. The person that is 'me' is tense. I'm not sure if i'm afraid of the man or just nervous. In dream-time slow motion he gets closer and my fear subsides as i recognize him and he smiles at me.

The next dream i remember i'm sitting at a cafeteria, table like in a school lunchroom. A classmate is showing me a dream she'd written down. As i'm trying to read it she keeps shoving a "dream interpretation guide" under my nose and finally i stop trying to read her dream and tell her "I find those dreams interpretation guides to be useless. Only the dreamer can know what the symbols mean."

Then, something about paying a ?fine at a city building. Parking is a nightmare because the cars are jumbled everywhere. I decided to park somewhere else and end up behind the building. Inside it's a maze of offices and hallways. I find the place i need to pay and there's another lady there in the same situation. We talk for a bit and as we're leaving i realize that if i don't go back the way i came i'm going to have to walk up a steep hill to where my car is. I ask a man who works in the building if there is another way out but he doesn't know what i'm talking about.

My mom, Audree and Cammie are on a road trip. We're in the 77 Thunderbird. Cammie and i are in the back seat and Audree is driving. I don't know where we've been but we've just arrived home from a long trip. Cammie and i are sleeping in the back seat so mom and Audree leave us there. Finally we wake up and decided to go in. It starts to rain and i look back at the car and notice that all the windows except mine have been left down. I quick go back to the car to close the windows. There's a main switch that makes them close all at once. Then, for some reason, i move the car but i can't get control of it and it's speeding down the gravel road. Every time i hit the brakes it just takes off faster than before. I come to a 90 degree turn and finally get the car under control. I start backing up to get back to the house and i'm staying on the road but not feeling very comfortable about going backwards. Finally i come to a place where a truck and another car are parked and manage to get turned around. As i pull back up to the house i realize that in turning the car around, it's now going to be a pain to unpack everything that's in the trunk.

Then i was was awakened when a flock of crows settled outside my bedroom window and started chatting.

Toad and Maggot

In the dream i am approaching the door to a small wooden house. It's a 'cracker box' house but standing alone instead of in a subdivision with a million others that look just like it. Or maybe it's just a little simple farm house. Not sure. Anyways, there's an old man in the yard working with some piece of equipment that isn't working. Might be a riding lawn-mower. As i reach the door to ring the bell my attention is caught by the sight of a large warty toad struggling with a large white squirming object in an oversized flower pot. The toad is working to push the white thing out of it's "nest" and is having difficulty because the white thing is nearly as big as the toad. Fascinated, i simply watch to see what will happen. Finally the toad manages to push what i realize now is the larvae of some kind of insect out of the nest and it falls down into the toad hole below the nest. The toad quickly crawls down after it and i realize the toad is going to consume the larvae. The toad begins to eat the maggot and i quickly turn away, feeling sick in my stomach as i hear the toad biting in to the larvae. I reach for the door handle to get inside the house and away from the toad and maggot but there's an insect - a small grasshopper or maybe a preying mantis on the handle. I look back at the man in the yard wondering if he knows what is going on but he is still fiddling with the machine. I turn back to the insect on the door handle and blow it off the handle with an exhalation (i huffed and puffed and blew it away?).

It's dark and dank inside the house. The only light is what filters in between the gaps in the curtains from outside. There's a big queen sized bed right inside the door in the living room and i wonder what's going on. The place looks abandoned but i know that there's somebody living there. I get around the bed and go in to another room. It also has a bed in the middle of the room. Only a full size bed this time but it still takes up most of the space in the room. I get to the kitchen and the dirty dishes are piled high.

That's all i remember. It was not a fun dream.

Catching a train

So far this week i've had a dream of waiting in a busy train station trying to figure out which train i need to get on and another dream where i'm actually on a train going fast but i'm not sure what my destination is. In some dream guides trains and stuff represent sexual images. I'm pretty literal waking and sleeping though (i.e.: when i dream about sex there's no question what the dream is about) so i'm thinking that in my case, dreaming about trains and train stations is more about changes. Either changes that are going on around me whether i'm aware of them or not, or changes that my subconcious knows i need to initiate. I suppose i'm okay with either scenario.

John's #9 Premonition. Or was it just a dream?

No. Nine Dream

So long ago.
Was it in a dream?
Was it just a dream?
I know, yes I know.
Seemed so very real.
Seemed so real to me.
Took a walk down the street through the heat whispered trees.
I thought I could hear.

Hear

Hear

Hear

Somebody call out my name (John) as it started to rain (John).
Two spirits dancing so strange...

Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse

Dream, dream away.
Magic in the air.
Was magic in the air?
I believe, yes I believe.
More I cannot say.
What more can I say?
On a river of sound.
Through the mirror go round, round.
I thought I could feel.

Feel

Feel

Feel

Music touching my soul (God).
Something warm, sudden cold (Krishna).
The spirit dance was unfolding...

Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse

Winter Death Dreams

Many dreams in the first week. Of the fragments i can recall, most have mostly involved annoying setbacks. Easily a reflection of my waking life, this first week of December. Last night, however, the dream felt different. I was on a train going from 'the coast' to Charlotte to see a basketball game. The train car i was in was full of people. I didn't know them but i knew i was part of their "group" and our destination or goal was the same. It was a fairly long train with several cars. We were cruising along at a high rate of speed and the people in my car were laughing and excited about the upcoming game. Just as we were crossing through a dry, desolate looking area the train came to an abrupt stop. We were confused and the laughing turned to muttering. Finally the conductor ? told us that somebody in another of the cars had said that the train was going too fast and running too hot so the conductor stopped the train to let the engines cool. I asked the conductor if he had seen the lights on the board and he said he did. Then i asked him if the train had been overheating and he said that the computer didn't think so. I became incensed that he had stopped the train based on a few people in one of the cars instead of paying attention and following what he knew to be the truth of the situation. It didn't matter though because now that the train was stopped there was nothing to do but wait until the engines cooled again.

Now we're at the station and i'm alone. I go to the container where my car has been parked and wonder if i'll be able to find my way out of the city. There's a man also getting his car and it's in the same container as mine. At first i can't figure out how i'll get my car out because the container is a train car and it's too high off the ground. It makes me feel anxious. The stranger explains to me that the garage attendant will release the ramp so we can drive down. Right as he says that the ramp is extended and i feel relieved that i'm not trapped. But as i go to get in my car i see that it's got a cover over it that prevents me from getting in. The stranger apparently drives this route all the time and knows the ropes so he's explaining to me how the attendants disable the cars by removing some of the internal controls to prevent theft. That's cool but i want to leave and can't. The attendant comes in and it's my old friend KevinH from Manassas and he's wearing his Mobil Oil grease monkey clothes. He removes the cover so i can access the controls. Everything seems fine when i start up the car, except the radio is blaring. When i try to turn it down i see all the controls are gone and just the bare circuits are exposed. I tell Kevin he needs to fix it because i have a long way to drive still and need to be able to have the controls working. He pulls out a tiny crescent ? wrench and puts the washers and screws back where they belong then puts the cover over it all so it's like it's supposed to be. I'm nervous about driving out of the train car so Kevin gets in the passenger seat to help guide me out.

We're on the street in front of the train station. Kevin gets out and leaves and i realize i don't know how to get to the highway. I drive around to the side of the train car again to see if the stranger is still around because i know he knows how to get to the highway but he's already taken off. I decide to pick a direction and go knowing that eventually i'll figure out where the highway is. All i know is that i'm going to a secret place in California that i go to sometimes in dreams. It's a Shangri-la sort of place that is situated at the southern-most end of a large blue tear-drop shaped lake.

I've seen that secret place on a map several times when i've gone to SanFran and Pacifica in dreams but i've never actually BEEN to that place because i can never talk my friends in to going there with me. It's so far from the usual places. I don't know why i just don't go alone. Probably because i know beauty is doubly pleasurable when it's shared with another. Maybe the dreams are saying that in spite of all the set backs i perceive to be happening, i'm slowly and surely getting to where i'm trying to be. I'll probably have to go there by myself because any sense of "group" i have is just an illusion. Death dream? More likely just a 'Time of the Year' dream with the Solstice so near.