A visit with Sharon

I’m in Sharon’s house in Herndon. We’re sitting on the couch, visiting and reminiscing about the good times we had. If i sit with my back against the back of the couch, my knees aren’t even close to the end of the couch so my feet stick straight out (like a little child sitting in an adult chair). It’s not comfortable and i make some comment about the size of the couch. I move closer to the edge so my feet can be on the ground. Sharon’s making a point about how she has cream colored carpet and a cream colored couch and even with pets, she manages to keep them clean. I’m not impressed because i know that she’s particular about her stuff and always keeps things nice. I ask her if she has any relatives living nearby and as i start to say “Or are they all in West Virginia” she says “No, they’re all in West Virginia.” I ask her what part and she replies with the name of a town i recognize (but can’t remember now). I ask her if it’s near Clarksburg because that’s where Scott’s sister lives and start telling her about the town and how cute it is, with old Victorian houses and old brick buildings. I tell her that if i had to live in WV i’d want to live in Clarksburg because it’s got a Books-a-Million and a Wal-Mart. We are immediately transported to Clarksburg. We’re in the old downtown area (but it looks like dad’s home town in Breckenridge MN). Sharon and i walk into a large fenced in field/lawn. There are people digging in the sod between rows of white plastic barrels. We walk through and nobody acknowledges us. Sharon makes a comment about how unfriendly these West Virginian’s are. Before she finished getting the words out of her mouth the ‘supervisor’ in a white lab coat comes running after us, berating us for not giving them the chance to be friendly. Basically he’s blaming us for not acknowledging the workers first. We just kinda shrug and walk away, ignoring him.

That’s all i remember.

The field with the diggers and white plastic barrels. I think maybe it’s a church cemetery and they’re digging graves.

I’ve always loved Sharon’s house. It was the house her grandparents lived in. She took me there many, many years before she ever lived there and i loved it way back then. After she did live there, i spent many good times with her there. We had a fun xmas together in that house. I’m glad she’s still living there.

A new drug

Last night i dreamed that the blood pressure pills i was taking weren’t working. I was sitting on the exam table in my nephrologist's office (but it wasn't my doctor in the dream) and asked him to give me a stronger version of that pill.He looked at what i was taking and said that he would change the drug to a completely different one. He warned me that it would have weird side-effects for the first few weeks but it was important that i continue taking it along with the other pill or else something bad could happen but before i could ask what would happen i was no longer in the room with him but was talking to him on the phone and we got disconnected. I only had one days worth of the new pills and decided to take one right away. Afterwards i remembered that the doctor had said that i’d have a bad reaction at first until i got used to it and worried that maybe i’d made a mistake in starting taking them because i didn’t have enough to continue. I tried to reach the doctor by telephone again and at first couldn't get a signal. Finally i got through but realized i didn't know the pharmacy number and hung up real quick so i could look for the number. I left the exam room went into the front office to look for a phone book. It took forever going through the yellow pages but i finally found a number and then called the doctor back. It was late and i got his service so i left a message explaining that i needed him to call me in a prescription of the new drug right away. I went out of the office and into a café. The woman i was sitting across from (my regular doc?) reminded me that the reason i had been taking the pills i’d been taking was because of their particular action in keeping the nephrons ‘open’ and the new drug didn’t have that property. I did recall hearing that from the first nephrologist i'd ever seen and even though he'd lost his license i knew he was smart about kidneys and started to panic. Just then the new drugs side-effects began and the face of the person across from me began to melt like it was made of warm wax and i knew it was going to bad if i didn’t get more of that drug.

Death dream. Lately i've been feeling like i'm almost out of life force. I fainted a few weekends ago and have been wondering if i'm about to blow a gasket. Also though, i've been wondering if that's what death will be like - according to the boy i went down in a heap - just nothing. Waking up was like coming out of anesthesia. I didn't know where i was but felt so relaxed and rested (laying there on the floor of his garage). If i'd've never come back i wouldn't have known. Just 'gone'. The nothingness of that state felt good. What if all of this that i think is 'life' is just the visions and impressions of the dying brain? It seems like years but maybe it's fractions of seconds. Like an epic dream that goes on for days but occurs during the nine minute period between snooze alarms. I'm already dead and this IS the after life? What difference is there between 'before' life and 'after' life? Anything? I really liked that blank period of unconsciousness.

I'm secretly going bald!

Me and WayneM? are walking along a well worn trail beside of a country lane. I’m in the lead so i can’t really see who it is but i get the impression he’s somebody i’m acquainted with. Sometimes i can see the sparkle of sunlight on an ocean that is well off to our left. Occasionally we pass little cottages. One of the cottages has a collection of wind chimes and the sound is very pleasant. We’re going to a particular home where others will be waiting for us so i’m trying to hurry but keep getting distracted by the sights. Finally we enter a part of the trail that is between ‘civilized’ places and i can hurry along better. Then i begin to notice shiny silver discs on the ground. They’re coins but too big to be coins so i’m not really sure. We’re in too much of a hurry for me to examine more closely. The last coin i see before we reach the end of the trail and enter the grass lawn of the house we’re approaching is a Kennedy half dollar. It looks rusted. I make a mental note to myself to collect those coins on our way back.

My companion and i are in the house now and it’s some kind of gathering like a party. Sharon is there. Maybe it’s a reunion. I go to the bathroom to wash my face. My hair is a mess so i begin to brush it and find that underneath the bush of hair, i’ve gone completely bald on the very top of my head! It’s so smooth and white and i wonder how i’ve not noticed it until now. I brush my hair back like it was and you can’t see the baldness at all. I go out to the living room and, laughing, show Sharon my big bald place. I tell her that the only bad part about it is that i can’t cut my hair in a short pixie anymore and she laughs too.

The visuals along the walk were very colorful. The blue of the ocean and the sparkle of the sun reflecting on the waves was just like the view coming in to Pacifica on Hwy1.

Saved Again by Strawberry Fields

I’ve just arrived in Pacifica and i’m riding in the back seat of the 70’s era boat of a car from the airport. We (the driver and i) pull up in front of an unkempt looking house. The yard is enclosed in chain-link fence and the ground covered with yellow, dead looking grass. There’s a dog house with a forlorn looking dog on a chain near the front right corner of the house. I’m not sure (yet) who the driver/companion is but we walk into the house without knocking. There isn’t much in the way of furniture or accoutrements inside the house and our foot steps are loud on the wood floors. In the rear of the house is a bedroom. My companion, i realize now, is Mrs. A and i’m in the Pacifica Horror House. She indicates the room is her ‘destination’ and she’s going to bed and i should go find a place where i can sleep. I feel sick and lost. I make my way through the dark into what seems to have been a living room. There’s a big bed (apparently a fold out couch) with a thin mattress and i decide to sleep there. I’m asleep when i hear Stu? come in to the room and i’m afraid he’s going to notice me and Strawberry Fields saved me from further dreaming.

Thinking of that house and the people that lived in it gives me anxiety chest pain.

on a boat

I’m in A Clockwork Orange. At first i’m just watching some of the scenes as they unfold (horrifying violence). Somebody is beside me, but i don’t know who it is. We watched as Alex and his cronies beat up the homeless man. We watch as Alex and his hooligans brutalize and kill the woman from the story. Then the scene shifts to a kind of camp site under an abandoned overpass. It’s Alex and a teenage girl with frosted hair. Some time has passed since the brutal rape and murder of the woman (from the story) but before the authorities have apprehended Alex and subjected him to his “humane” reconditioning. I’m explaining to my ‘companion’ that Time and Love have cured Alex but the authorities will still torture him into becoming a monster again. An older woman appears in the camp scene and i assume it’s the girl’s mom. She’s very welcoming to Alex and i feel bad that Alex is going to have to leave this caring comfort and finish the movie because we know what happens.


I’m on a vacation trip with Scott and Mike. We’re in a tourist town in ? The Dells? It’s very rustic and sort of a fishing village. We’re driving a small rental car. We decide to take one of the boat tours of the lake but the “road” to get up to the boat house is a series of switch backs made of boards and rope. (It reminds me of the rope bridges in Stranglethorn Vale.) We leave the car and walk up the ‘road’. It seems secure enough and after three switchbacks we get up to the boat house. Inside a few people have already gathered, getting ready for the tour. It cost $23.00 to take the tour so i give the son of the boat captain twenty five and ask him to keep the extra two dollars for a tip to give his dad. We all board the boat. It’s fairly long but narrow and roofless. Like a cross between a Viking longboat and a john boat. We get our places and begin the tour. We travel along shallows until we get to the next patch of civilization. The boat can travel on water or land somehow, and the captain takes us in to a room of historical significance to the town. It’s where important treaties were signed. During this stop, i see the captain say to someone “I know what you’re going through. I have something that might help.” I look around to see who he’s talking to and it’s Mike. Mike has motion sickness and looks miserable. He’s sweating and shaking but has a smile on his face. Very odd. He tells us he’ll be okay so we continue on the journey. After we leave the room, we return to the water. The captain is telling us about an area of the lake where the water thickens to almost a gel consistency and is full of creatures. We (the customers on the boat) are excited and want to see. We venture into the gel waters and immediately begin seeing lots of bears and elk. We continue on until we get to a shore. It’s under a pine forest and the path that the boat takes is covered with pine needles. The shore banks pretty steeply towards the water and as we travel along this path, i see what i think is a great white shark and ask the captain if that is indeed what i’m seeing. He assures me that these gel waters are full of great whites. As he says that, i see a great horned owl standing at the edge of the water. I never realized how big those birds are and am pretty amazed at its majesty and beauty. It watches us as we move past. A little further along there’s another great white at the shore. All i can see is its head but it’s HUGE. The head is about three feet across so i know the shark is at least a twenty footer. I don’t really feel afraid or threatened by it even though it would love to eat us because i’m in the boat and too far from the water for it to affect us. Just then, a doe comes running down the hill and straight into the gaping maw of the great white. It’s horrifying and fascinating at the same time. I can’t figure out why the deer did that. We continue up the shore bank a little more than return to the gel water. I can see flashes of sharks around the lake and think that this would be a great place to study great whites because it would be so easy to keep track of them in a lake instead of the ocean. We return to our point of origin and disembark. I don’t know where Mike is now, but Scott has to do some work. I realize that i didn’t get any pictures on our boat trip and decide to take another one to get pictures. I find another boat house and purchase a ticket. This boat has a roof over it and open windows. I’m disappointed because i preferred the open boat, but take a seat by one of the windows. The people on the boat are a mix of men and women, mostly my age or older. We start the tour on a main road through town. The buildings are old and elegant. I begin snapping pictures with my film camera. The sun is starting to set and the colors of the sky behind the geometric shapes of the buildings are very pretty and i point it out to the man in the seat next to me. He asks me about my camera and i show him it’s a Minolta X370 with a zoom telephoto lens. I step out side on to the deck of the boat. I’m a bit wobbly and afraid i might fall off so i try to stay in the center. Two of the ladies from the tour are outside also and i feel like maybe i’m interrupting them but they’re friendly. I return inside to my seat to continue taking pictures. We’ve started up a long hill through the woods to our next stop.

By this time it’s fully night and very dark. We arrive at the building – it’s some kind of fish processing plant? and we disembark. The fluorescent lights are comforting in the dark. As we walk through an entry way, there are several black men wearing white sailor looking uniforms (Jamaican?) handing each of us a sandwich wrapped in wax paper. The two women that were on the deck with me are ahead of me in line. The take their sandwiches and walk through another set of doors. I take my sandwich and i’m thinking “i hope this doesn’t have mayonnaise on it” and try to follow where the other women went but can’t find the door they went through. I turn around and go out the way i came in. The sailor men look at me kind of puzzled but don’t stop me. When i get back outside i realize that this is the end of the tour and i begin to panic because i don’t know where i am. I remember i have my cell phone and turn it on to call Scott. At first i can’t get a signal so i move away from the building, closer to the road and place where the boat is parked. I finally get Scott on the line and it’s a crackly bad connection and i can hardly hear him. I ask if he’ll come and get me and he asks where i am. I ask one of the plant workers where this place is and all he says is “Canada.” I ask him “WHERE in Canada” and he says the name of the town. I’ve never heard of it but figure it must be right over the border. Then i’m in a van going back to where Scott and Mike are and we’re going back through the buildings that i’d take photos of earlier and i realize i was never in Canada. I’m disappointed with the second boat tour because i’d really wanted to go back on the gel lake to get pictures of the sharks. I still have the sandwich in my hand and i don’t know whether to keep it or throw it away.

there's no accounting for taste

Scott and i are in the mall i go to sometimes in dreams. We’re rushing through a department store to ?catch a plane? As we go through the ladies dresses i want to stop and look at some of the ones made of fabrics that catch my eye but we’re in too much of a hurry. Just as we leave the dress department we enter a mostly empty room and there’s a sale bin full of funky hats. Scott tells me that the great big purple velvet Mad Hatter style hat is totally me and we stop so i can try it on. It’s HUGE and it seems like if i put it on it’ll go all the way over my head like an upside down trashcan but i see that inside is a pink ‘tube’ that keeps the hat sitting on top of the head. As i’m putting it back the contact in my left eye falls out. I tell Scott to hold his horses and help me find it but i’ve already found it. It’s a soft type lens and i only wear one in my left eye for some reason. I know i need to put it back in my eye before it dries out so i wet it with my spit and stick it back in my eye. We continue to where ever it is we’re going.

Big pink tube. Right. Some kind of weird sex dream. UCK! It always makes me cringe when i see basketball players putting their contact back in their eye after it’s been on the court by just spitting on it. Gah. Good way to lose an eye.

Left eye. Vision correction. That is a key point to the dream but it's message isn't immediately clear to me. I need to examine how i 'look' at something and maybe correct it? But what? Dresses and hats. Maybe my own self image? That could be. But only the left eye. A belief i hold that is skewed? Hmmm. Interesting. Maybe my subconscious will give my waking mind further hints tonight.

Yesterday, three different times in totally unrelated circumstances i heard the phrase "There's no accounting for taste." The Universal Mind is definitely trying to tell me something. Somehow this is all synchronistically related.

Mind the reefs

In the dream, President Obama is sitting across from me at a school cafeteria table. To his left is a boy child of around 8 years of age. There are a lot of other people in the cafeteria but not at our particular table. President Obama and i are talking about ?? and i agree that of all people i could ever sit down and break bread with, it would be ??. I realize that by making that statement President Obama and the child could infer that i’m not thrilled to be speaking with President Obama (which i am) and i say “I’m already having lunch with you, otherwise you’d be my first choice” and the President laughs and tells me it’s okay.

I think that this dream was a result of seeing the headline of an about President Obama being interviewed by some kids in a fourth grade class and telling them if he could have dinner with any person, living or dead, it would be Mahatma Gandhi. The person we were talking about in the dream wasn’t Gandhi though. It was a black man. I don’t think it was MLK, but maybe. Maybe it was Nelson Mandela (although he’s not somebody i’ve ever consciously thought about wanting to meet). The presidents answer to the children reassures me that he will do what needs to be done based on finding peaceful solutions without jeopardizing security. Our ship is still moving in the right direction.

A good head and a good heart are always a formidable combination. -- Nelson Mandela

Tea with Yoko (three dreams)

I’m in some kind of Oz-like patchwork landscape. I’m talking to ?The Tin Woodsman and explaining why i have to get home before dark but i can’t make him understand me and i’m getting frustrated.

Yoko and i are sitting at a small round table on a sidewalk outside of a café (Raleigh Times?). She’s is telling me about her new album and her feelings about music in general. A few tables up the sidewalk from us, behind Yoko, i can see Blade is making funny faces and mocking her. I’m mad but try not to laugh too.

Me’n the sabre-tooth are playing in the living room. He looks so fat and healthy and i feel happy.

Air Show

I’m attending some sort of public event with my parents and a sister. Audree? Or maybe it’s my niece Cameron. It seems like i’m a kid or teenager in the dream AND grown up like now. Anyways, it’s some sort of celebration along the lines of 4th of July but it’s not 4th of July. Maybe an air show like at Pope? The ‘pavilion’ where the celebration takes place is a combination of table seating in a large cafeteria-type room, an open air sports stadium like where football or soccer matches are held, and a large roundish open air cement platform suspended well above the ground somehow, under a cover but overlooking the stadium. We walk through the tables and people and get to the platform. There are already some people there so we split up to find places to sit. The view is over the stadium looking down into it. I can see that the seats are filled and there are a lot of military vehicles on the field. They look like toys from so far away. I’m careful to be considerate of the people behind me and not block their view. I lay down on my side right at the front of everybody, a few feet from the edge of the platform and rest my head on my jacket. The show starts. It’s some kind of ‘military’ thing to show off their technology. Some sort of flying objects (UFO’s) are performing amazing acrobatics inside the stadium. They look like spheres of some light metallic material, flying around each other in formation. It’s enthralling the crowd, and we watch in silence, awed by the beauty of the flying orbs.

Then the scene changes to, i guess, after the exhibition. All the people are now kind of milling around talking about what they’d just seen and i don’t like being in the crowd and go out to an outside patio. There’s a big swimming pool but nobody is in it. There are several wooden picnic tables on the patio. I can see the silhouettes of small groups (two or four) of people standing around talking. It’s dark outside except for the light that spills from big plate glass window of the ‘cafeteria’ room and some torches that are burning around the pool, lighting the water orange in places. It’s nice out here. I’m standing next to a picnic table and don’t realize there’s a man sitting on top of it. He speaks to me and then i see him. He’s older and graying with a neatly trimmed beard. Handsome, wearing a military uniform. I feel drawn to him even though he’s older than i am. We talk but i can’t remember about what now. I realize he 'likes' me and get very nervous. I tell him i have to find my family and return inside the cafeteria room where the crowds of people are still milling about after telling him goodbye. I'm torn. I don't want to leave him but i don't know how to respond to him or what i'm supposed to do, how to behave in an 'adult' situation.