Mini-tornadoes and Monkey Magic

I'm in a little aeroplane flying over rolling countryside on my way to Disney World. The pilot and i are the only ones on the plane. As we fly over populated areas i notice that some of the people on the ground are being lifted into the sky. Ahead of the plane, there are many long thin tornadoes waving around us like tentacles. I'm afraid we might crash but at the same time i'm totally wishing i was on the ground so i could be lifted (fly) like the people on the ground are doing. 

We arrive at Disney. We come flying in over a man-made river between rows of trees. The water is a beautiful deep blue color and the leaves of the trees are feathery and light green. I think dad is piloting the plane. 

Now i'm in the mall i go to sometimes in dreams. I'm in a ?restaurant and i'm supposed to meet up with Mike and Scott but i don't know where they are. I haven't been paying attention and they left me. I decide i better go find them and get on a city bus. Inside the bus is more like a big jet but with bench seats. There are short seats on either side of a large bench seat in the center. Each row could hold 10 or 12 people comfortably. There are several rows behind me and i'm in the second row of the middle section. There are two other people sitting in my row. I can feel the leather jacket of the man next to me, on my left. He's seated right on the aisle. He feels warm and solid and seems to be asleep. The man to my right has left space between us and he's pretty much in the exact middle. I'm beginning to feel some panic that i can't get in touch with Scott and i pull my cell phone out of my purse so i can call. When i power on my phone i'm afraid it might not have any power, but it does. When i try to find the phone number i push a button that changes my phone into a two-way video feed and i'm seeing all different people from behind me on the bus. I press another button and there's a cute little girl in the video feed and i want to talk to her but i've already pressed the button again in my panic to make it turn back into a telephone. All the time i'm messing with my phone, i'm clutching my purse tight to my side because i'm paranoid that the guy to my right might take my money.

Now i'm in the lobby of a very large hotel. I think i'm at Disney. There are all kinds of people bustling around but a child in a colorful monkey costume catches my eye. The child is so full of joy that i can't help but feel happy. I turn to a woman standing next to me and say something about how jealous i am that i don't have a monkey suit like that so i can play just like the child. She smiles at me and i wake up.

Castor Beans

First of all, i was happy to wake up and find that my faith in my dreaming mind again wins and Obama and i stay connected.

But as to the dreaming....  it was vividly colorful and entailed harvesting the seeds of the Castor Oil plant. Initially i had collected seeds from a nice bushy plant and, while carefully placing the seeds in a little wooden box lined with cotton, it occurred to me that the seeds might not be the poisonous "beans" that i was meaning to collect. The seeds has some of the pattern you'd expect to see but not as bright and colorful as i thought it should be. I returned to the plant and began picking off a few pods from the plant and opening them up to collect the beans. 

THESE beans were beautiful and i knew they were the real thing. 

Much of the dream seems to take place in my parents bedroom in the Manassas house and reminds me that the night before last i also dreamed in the bathroom of that master bedroom. 

Castor beans = suicide? Or do they mean something else? The seeds are colorful and beautiful as well as being deadly. I'm not sure what this dream is trying to relay to my waking mind. Manassas, suicide, the home where i did a lot of changing....  




 

Dreaming a future, but WHICH future

Now that the storm called Sandy has left parts of the northeast shattered (shadoobie) i wonder if my pre-Halloween dream of President Obama wasn't more of a premonition of the destruction of the Jersey Shore than stress of electing a president. I still feel hopeful that President Obama has done well in guiding our great ship away from the rocks. He makes me proud in the way he handles natural disasters and world conflict. We've been in caring hands and a compassionate mind. 

And yet.... my dreams of 2008/2009 stay strongly with me. I'm sure those dreams are not wrong and that Barack Obama is the correct captain for this mighty ship. But, if the people and/or electoral college choose otherwise, i know (and President Obama knows) that the tides will continue to rise and fall as steady as the heartbeat of god. 

http://doubtfulperspective.blogspot.com/2008/12/thy-will-be-done.html

Dreaming the future

I'm in a little town by the ocean. Panama City? It's mostly deserted but there are a few other wanderers like me walking down a sand-covered but paved road that leads to the beach that leads to the breakers. 

I'm holding my hair in my hands. It's a long ponytail, wrapped in ?red thread to keep it formed in the ponytail. I'm walking down to the sea to leave my hair as sacrifice. 

When i reach the first waves, Barack Obama is standing in the water. I reach the place where he is and we put an arm around each other, his over my shoulder, mine around his waste. As we look out over the vast sea. I tell him "Good luck. I voted for you the first day i could vote" and he looks down and smiles at me and gives me a squeeze with the arm he has over my shoulder. We both know that the election could go either way and we're okay with that, but we remain hopeful.  

Steampunk Clockworks

I’m in a neighborhood but it’s not one i’m familiar with. The houses are very large mansions. I’m walking on the sidewalk with ?? and the houses are well off the road behind lush manicured lawns and shrubbery so i can’t really see them in detail.  I notice the entrance to an exceptionally large house on the other side of the street and i’m immediately drawn to it because of the very large moving sculpture along the edge of the front property line next to the mailbox.  The sculpture is placed in a pool of gravel and i’m reminded of a Japanese garden. As i approach the sculpture and watch the large octopus-like tendrils rotate slowly and gracefully, i realize it’s a clock! There’s a smallish clock face near the top showing the analog time. The machine appears to be made of bicycle parts. The tendrils are over-sized bike chain. The clock is the toothed gear, about 10 inches in diameter. The entire grace and beauty of this “clock” sculpture pleases me and lifts my spirits. I leave to return ?home and i’m riding a bicycle up a black top road that runs through an upscale neighborhood (maybe the same one) but none of the houses are visible from the road. All along this road are men (carpenters) working on building. Saw-horses with sheets of plywood or board being cut with circular saws. I have to continue to my destination ahead, but am pleased to see all of the active building going on along the road. 

Who's up for a game of Flamingos and Porcupines?

Last night i dreamed i was negotiating with my friend Blade on the rules for a game of "flamingos and porcupines."  All i remember now is we agreed that i would be flamingos and he would be porcupines. I woke from it smiling and feeling happy. 

As i kept thinking about it upon awakening, however, i kept wonder what does it "mean" when it came to me in a flash that flamingos and porcupines is dream-speak for croquet in Alice's dream world. The Red Queen uses a flamingo for a mallet and the balls are hedgehogs (which are like little porcupines in my simple dream brain i guess).  

So the question now is am i as comically fearsome and bossy as the Red Queen? And is my friends' tough exterior protecting him from my advances (club)? And if those are the appropriate questions my dreaming mind is trying to make known to my "waking" mind, what does it mean?  :o)  

Dream Game – bits and pieces

I’m in an arid rugged, mountainous area standing in front of a cave. An extraterrestrial (or maybe an angel) tells me i can enter the game and while i’m playing, time in the “real world” will stop and nobody will know i’m gone. (Definitely a scene inspired by World of Warcraft.)  I enter the game.

Scott and i are seated at a picnic table next to an outdoor basketball court. Tilly is shooting some hoops.  Tilly comes and sits down with us and he’s sweaty and out of breath. He tells us about this cool game he’s been playing. He hands me what i think is a large paper placement but it’s really a book. There are little round Velcro tabs at the bottom of each page so that when you flip the page over, it’ll stick to the back of the preceding page. It’s the game manual. I’m intrigued and decide to play.

Now Tilly, Scott and i are climbing a rock wall and when we get to the top we all open our “books” with the Velcro tabs to see the Question. There are three questions. I can’t recall now what the questions are but the first one is a picture of a ?coffee cup and has to do with a measurement. I easily answer all three questions (because they are very simple). Tilly is very impressed that i could answer them so easily and i think to myself that he really doesn’t know me at all if he’s impressed with that because i can answer much more difficult questions if necessary.

Now i’m in a house. It might be a mobile home. It’s small and mostly dark except for the lamp on the end table. There are several people in the house and we’re all leaving to go ??.  Corinne is there and i think there are other old friends like her (from work when it was fun) there. I’m the last out of the house and heading towards the cars - two blue SUV’s – that will take us ?to the beach? My purse, a satchel really, is VERY heavy. I place it on a table in the yard (but the yard is in a room again) and say i have to see what’s making my purse so heavy. I unzip the bag and open it wide so i can see. I see that there are two of the large kinds of Swiss Army Knives in my purse. One is mine and has the keychain with the Grinch on it. The other one is identical but without the keychain. I take them both out and try picking up the purse again, assuming that it was the two knives making it so heavy, but it’s STILL very heavy on my shoulder. I reach in without looking and pull out a seashell. I reach in again and pull out a rock about the size of my hand. Corinne makes a comment about the strange stuff in my purse. I reach in again, because the purse is still way too heavy, and pull out a very large conch shell. Even i’m surprised at what i have in there.

That’s the last i remember, pulling out the conch shell. ?  This Game within a Game scenario is a first! Similar to the Dream within a Dream scenario of which i am completely familiar. It was a fun dream. Well, not so much fun as i enjoyed dreaming it even if it makes no sense to me. 

The farm at the end of the highway

The dream begins in a ? café. I’m sitting at a heavy wooden table with benches. Like a picnic table but polished and more like furniture for a restaurant. I’m not sure who is with me at the table but I think I recall it being my dad and his brother, Duane, and one other person. A kid I think. Audree? I have to get something from the store and i’m driving an old beat up pickup truck along a two-lane paved road. There’re a few places of business along the side of the road but not what i’m looking for. My dad’s Uncle Bob is in the passenger seat and as we’re going down the road I mention that maybe it would be a good idea to move closer to Minneapolis because where we are on the outskirts is plenty country enough to have a little farm.

As i’m saying this, we’re in the “wilds” – there’s no construction and the landscape, other than the road, is wild and tangled (but flat – it’s Minnesota!). To my left I see the sun sparkling off something and realize it’s a very large cemetery and the sparkling is coming from reflection off some of the more ornate monuments. I really want to go look but I have Uncle Bob with me and need to keep going. I’m driving pretty fast – highway speed – when the road runs out and turns into a grass lane. I immediately take my foot off the gas and let the vehicle slow down because i don’t want to hit the brakes and leave marks in the grass. It’s a large farm. I’m not sure what is growing. There are a few little kids running around, playing kids’ games.  One of them, a chubby little boy with dark hair and eyes runs close by and looks at us for a minute then runs off after the other kids. It looks like a nice place.

I turn around and head back out to where the road was because I’ve obviously gone too far. Uncle Bob and I are walking back to the road and there are a couple of young hen-like birds and Bob says “turkey farm” and I laugh. I think it’s some kind of fruit tree farm really.

Then the dream morphs and i’m in a checkout line at the grocery store with Audree. I’m hungry and want to eat but Audree doesn’t want to so i’m thinking about where I can get a plate of food. An attractive lady comes into the store and is looking at me like i’m familiar to her but I don’t know who she is. Then i’m back in the café with my plate of food. It’s too much though – like I have two peoples’ portions on my plate. Some kind of pancake looking thing with a fried egg on top. I eat the both of the eggs but leave the rest. The attractive looking woman is waiting for me when i leave the place and says something to me but I woke up and can’t remember now. 

It sure was good to hear Uncle Bob's voice again. I wonder if he died last night.