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