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Hazy bits and fragments only from last night...it may just be me (well, duh, it kinda has to be doesn't it?) but it feels like the dreams are fading, not as strong as they were even a few days ago. Things just seem "lighter" somehow....something to keep a watch on anyway.

So the bits from last night that I remember...there was something to do with my old collegue/boss R. I had to do something with him? for him? Something like that. And I was making a phone call to make some sort of contribution for R, and I got "Paul" instead. Paul was some sort of associate of R's but was obviously totally unreliable. My current PL rolled her eyes and gave me the 'no way would I deal with him' talk when she knew that it was Paul's voice mail that I got.

I then had caught up with R, as he was on his way somewhere...obviously going somewhere very important, because he was in a suit and trenchcoat and didn't really have time to talk to me. I trailed along behind him talking to him, and then I got to an office, which was acting much more like a classroom with the teacher away. It was chaos! There were kids running and screaming and fighting. And I got menaced by two kids, one of whom was (yet again) the "August" kid I'd known in public school. He and some other kid were coming after me so I ended up punching him in the nose and swearing at them, telling them in not very nice terms to leave me alone, which they did.

And then I woke up.

So does the fact that "August" showed up again have some significance? Is there something about the month of August that I should be aware of? And why did I need to defend myself from him? I suppose it could be some sort of childhood fear come back to play itself out, but I don't think so. It didn't feel like that. Swoon says that to defend yourself means the return of something you've lost. I'm not sure what to make of this....

White wedding

This one was late in the game last night. Like I mean, after A got up at 6:30 late. So I guess it's actually early, depending on how you view it.

I was staying somewhere, and A was there, but he was being watched by his grandparents, S's mom and dad. S was no where in sight. Then I had to go out, and I went somewhere, and saw another A. He was identical to mine, but he was someone else's. I almost got the sense it was C. This A was quieter, more reserved. He just played on the sofa, never said a word.

Then I had to get home again, to get ready because I was going to E's wedding. Her second wedding. It had been D's idea to do this and E was just going along for the ride. It was like she didn't really have any say in it. I didn't see E but it was like I could communicate with her mentally or something. I could "see" her in a long, beautifully detailed white wedding dress. She looked beautiful. Like a fairy tale princess or something. And she wondered aloud to me mentally if this ceremony was going to be full "Scottish" (whatever that means) and that it would include D unlocking her chastity belt. If so that would involve him doing something nasty with some woman at the wedding and then publically "unlocking" E.

I felt bad, because I'd not made it to E's first wedding, so I was bound and determined to make this one, and I knew I'd shock her socks off because I'd be showing up in my full formal suit and tie routine (which was apparently far more than was required for the wedding).

After that things just sort of drifted off into the void and that was it for last night....

A wrong turn?

It was a pretty quiet night last night...not much going on, but for one dream.

In this one, I was travelling somewhere. And for some reason, a 'shortcut' could be taken through this area which was a sort of "controlled" area. There were guards and stuff, and it was some sort of combination campus, industrial center type place. I remember I asked permission to pass through and they gave me a happy "Sure, no problem", but while I was there, they started getting upset with me. I think I'd started saying or doing things they didn't like. So they sent guards after me. At one point I had guards and employees chasing me, but they were really androids, not people. From somewhere I got a rifle, a really neato, high tech, sniper rifle, and started shooting at the guards (but only after they'd started shooting at me). They never touched me, but I kept them at bay. At another point I was swinging from where an android was trying to grab me, and I managed to get onto the top of something so they couldn't get me. All I was really trying to do was escape.

The strangest aspect of it all, was the total emotional detachment I felt at the situation. I felt no fear, not excitement, no anxiety, nothing. Just workaday activity, one step after the other, do this do that, you'll get out eventually.

If this wasn't a "work" dream, I don't know what is. I mean, this is so very much how I feel there. Assailed by robots, chased down for things I say and do that 'rock the boat'. I'm sorry, I 'solve problems' not 'find opportunities'...unless those opportunities I find are to solve problems...

Oh well, at least I can keep the robots at bay!

Getting out and getting a job

It was finals time. I was back at high school and taking my finals. I sat down and looked at the test, and really, I found the questions to be nonsensical at the time, but I also knew I could answer them. I knew I'd do okay on the test.

Then the test was done, without any sense of having written it, though I knew I'd passed it. I was talking to someone about my future. They were telling me that I'd have to change jobs. They said that I couldn't stay on the position I was at, so I'd really have to go out and find a new position number to get myself moved to. It wasn't that I was being fired or anything, no, it was more that I needed to move on. That was it exactly, I was being told it was time to move on. But it was okay, because I knew exactly where I could go to...the web group. Yeah! It was obvious. I could go to the web group where I knew I'd fit perfectly and I hoped they'd be happy to have me. So I went up to the third floor and saw the sign for "web group" which lead up to the fourth floor, which was more like an attic when I got there. But up there it was like a kindergarten. There were all these classrooms for little kids, but they were empty of anyone. Finally, I found another hallway which lead down to more grown up rooms, which was where the web staff was supposed to be, but I was early or something, because there was no one there either. Those rooms were empty too. But as I continued down the hall, I came out to a rotunda (really high and airy and very nice, with marble floors and big picture windows and those neat mica shaded lights), where there was a coffee shop with a big seating area. So I figured I'd sit down there and wait for a while to meet whoever it was I was waiting to meet.

So, what came next may be either another dream, or a continuation of the same one, I can't tell. However it went, I was in the car. In California. I was driving along, and the cell rang. It was S and she was telling me I needed to buy food for the dog. And the handiest part of it all was the fact that I was pulling into the parking lot at the mall, right in front of the "Dog and Cat Food Store" (literally, that's what the sign said, in big red letters). And I decided that I'd go in and buy the dog the best darn dog food I could find because the dog deserved it! I knew S would be ticked off with me for doing it, but I didn't really give a damn, it was what I was going to do anyway.

And then I woke up.

Not even fragments really

Quiet night last night. I know there were dreams but they were all gone in a blur, disappeared as fast as they passed before my mind's eye. Only the final image remained, and that was something to do with me getting into a store in order to use the washroom. I had to pay to get in, and in order to get into the bathroom you needed to have a pair of batteries to open the door. I was thinking I'd have to look around the store after I was done. Inside I met my friend Mark, who I haven't seen in about three years. And as I stepped up to the urinal, the dream ended.

*shrug* I have no idea.

The Most Beautiful

It was fragments and pieces last night, nothing that could string together into a coherent narrative or anything. No it was just bits and patches. Let's see there was:
- a UFO with aliens (seen through a window)
- a meeting where someone produced a geiger counter
- an office where almost everyone was gone because of something sinister
- making photocopies at the above office
- a dog breaking through a prop door
- an outtake reel from some television show

But the bit that I remember best was being with some rap singer. I was with that same woman who's been showing up recently, and we met with this rap singer who showed us his book. And the book was full of pictures. And the only pictures I remember were the ones on the last page. It was a collection of photos of the most beautiful little blonde girl. An absolutly stunningly breathtaking beautiful little girl, an angel really. And I was so happy because I knew that the little girl in those pictures was the one who'd grown up and become the woman next to me.

Racecar turns

I was driving...in a sports car. It was a neat little sports car, white, much like A's toy cars with the friction motors. I was pealing along a wide, open, well paved road. Dispite the fact that it was a one seat car, S and A were in the back seat and S kept telling me wrong directions. She kept preventing me from making the turn I needed to make. I was going to London and in order to get there I had to turn right. I went past two turnoffs, and then as I was going by a third, I knew I had to take it or else it would be a long and arduous and roundabout trip to get to London. So I was able to make a u-turn and catch the turnoff anyway and soon I was zooming up another wide open, spacious freeway. S faded away in the back seat and it was me and A.

Then, next thing I knew, I was somewhere with water. There was a wide body of open water and I was getting onto a barge of some sort. The barge was filled with murky stagant water, and there was a bargee of some sort. I was reluctant to get in, but I knew I had to, so I went in (up to my knees) and we started bailing and getting the thing all cleaned up for our trip. I knew, I could see in my mind, the clean sparkling barge ready to go.

There was a commotion, though, because there was a child swimming (I think he was swimming?) in the water, and these skeletal hands reached out and grabbed him and I think was trying to pull him under. The boy was kicking and screaming. And I don't remember how he was rescued, but I do remember him being "okay" after this. Don't know any details though.

That's all I remember of the dream. I think there may have been more but A had woke me up at that point I think coughing and crying. So did I just dodge the bullet by getting teh AMORC stuff in now? Did I just happen to avoid the really arduous journey if I'd not applied right now? And what does that little boy in the skeletal hands bode? Not good I think....

10pm same day... Had another thought about the whole "missed turn" thingy. I've begun to wonder if perhaps the missed turns were in fact past lives, not missed turns in this life. Because, honestly, I'm not sure what turns I'd missed so far. I'm not saying that I think I've done perfectly or anything, but I can't see any real big turns that I missed. But I do think that if I'd not done the AMORC thing that I woulda missed out bigtime and blown it again. Just speculation on my part though. The skeletal hands still bother me.

What a phone call starts...

The curling iron was vibrating...obviously I had it on "manners" mode. But it wasn't vibrating to strongly so I wanted to make sure it was really ringing, so I picked up my cel phone, which also was vibrating, and answered it. It was S, and I asked if she was calling on the curling iron. She said it wasn't her but I'd better answer it. I did, and somehow it turned out that there was someone on the other end who shouldn't be there.

I was standing in the door to the bathroom, in an apartment that I've never seen before but I knew was my apartment. It was an old building, with those real wood panel doors and everything. It was a nice place. And the bathroom reminded me of the one in Hollywood. So then I was confronted by this guy, whose apartment it used to be, and he had a key still, and didn't see what was wrong about stopping in. I explained it was wrong and he had to give me his key. Then we went walking.

Somehow we were then watching a review of Communist troops past Tian Ah Men. It was grainy old black and white footage of tanks and jeeps and soldiers and stuff. But then it was here and now, and I was there. It was funny, it was like an intersection, Tian Ah Men off to the front, Forbidden City off to the left, who knows what to the right and behind. Not at all what it was really like, but I found myself thinking "I've been there!" And the Tian Ah Men looked more like a Moroccan arch than a Chinese arch.

Anyway, I wandered down toward the Forbidden City gate to try and find S and her family, but there was no sign of them in the crowd. So I wandered back and found the tour guide who told me that they'd gone in without me and I could take this bus tour instead. I plunked down on the bus and she handed me maps showing where the bus was going, but instead of Beijing, the maps were of Hollywood! The bus started up, with me looking for familiar landmarks on the map, and then it turned out it wasn't a tour, but rather a special transport to a special show. I was on the bus with celebrities.

We got to the destination which was some sort of birthday show for Dan Ackroyd and others. The Blues Brothers were playing and I was up on "stage" with a bunch of other celebs. They were all doing tributes and my friend K was there doing particularly lame jokes and stuff. I knew we were in Hollywood, but I didn't recognize anything. I asked one of the Celebs (Nick Nolte I think) about what street that was, since it had a "Sip n Go" or something like that on it. He told me a name I didn't recognize. I told him how I'd lived there and where the address was. He told me it was over that way and the distance. Then these girls started talking excitedly and told me that the place I'd lived had been used in a movie in the 40's. They gave the name (which I don't remember) and then said in unison the most memorable line from the film "I'll eat your little cat's liver!" (it was a mystery, psycho type thing I guess).

Then I was watching a grainy black and white film again, but this time it was of the building I'd lived in, but it wasn't really, since that was quite decorated and this was quite plain. It was similar but not the same. And I was flying. It was kinda scary to realize I was suddenly flying, but I was only at the second story in height and quickly settled down to the ground.

And then I woke up. What a bizzare dream.

Later I had another one, and in this one I was taking part in a ceremony where I had to help make a star out of holly bowers with five other guys all dressed in black priestly robes. We had to move together in pairs, say a ritual line, then step back to our place again, this time with the bowers up in place. And somehow this was going to reveal a murderer. The dream ended as I was eating a toy boat while some Celine Dion song was playing.

Don't ask. I mean, seriously, because I have no clue....

Shopping!

While it was disjointed and confusing, it was at least strange.

I was shopping. I was doing grocery shopping with someone else. She was blonde, I think, but I didn't get a good look at her. I'm wondering if it was the same woman I was sitting with in yesterday's hall dream. We were shopping together, and talking about life, the universe and everything and it was a really plesant time. When we were done (while I remember there being food involved, I mean it was groceries after all, I don't remember the food per se, so I'm guessing it wasn't really that important in specific) we went up to the cash register to check out. That was when I became aware of a third person hovering nearby (not literally). It was a man, and I recognized him from public school. This shocked the shockers out of me, because I've not thought of him in years and he was never one of my favorite people to begin with, so what he was doing there, I didn't know. Anyway, it was while we were checking out, the girl and I, that the dream ended. The other fellow was just sorta hanging around.

It was only on retrospection that I realized something that I found very interesting, symbolically speaking. The fellow's name was August. That was his first name. And it was a name that I always found odd, but when I saw him in the dream the first thing that I thought was "hey that's August". What I'm wondering is, was this a sign, a symbol to tell me to watch for the month of August? That something significant or serious or something will come about in August? August also happens to be E's birthday, so could there be some significance there too?

This is going to take some more thought, I think....

The Mob Scene

Strange, half remembered, terribly disjointed dream last night.

I was in a car, and my dad was driving. We were in China and there were two other people in the car, though I don't know who they were. I knew them at the time, but not anymore. As we were driving, dad said something about the trunk. I looked back and sure enough the trunk was open! But through the cracks and stuff, I could see a mob of Chinese following the car. I wondered if they were looting the trunk, but I also knew there was nothing in there. But they were hot on our bumper and dad couldn't shake 'em.

Then things changed and it gets a bit blurry. I remember being at a table, in some sort of hall. It was like an exhibit hall of some sort. And I was sitting with someone from work. It may have been a woman. And then the lady who's the PL of our wellness group came over and offered me the last chocolate in the box she had. It was big and flat and looked like a camera battery made out of chocolate. The box was beautiful, all fuzzy red velour and stuff. Very snazzy, obviously high end chocolate. I wondered aloud about the type of chocolate and if I'd like it. She said that it was lemon filled (which is one of my favorites!), so I happily took it. Then she said "oh thank God that's gone, now I'm done." And that's really all I can remember.

I'm not sure why people from work are showing up giving me chocolates. And I have no idea why I was being chased (but not in a bad, scary way, more like a cheering throng than a vengeful mob). I wonder if the Chinese chasers had anything to do with E's rude old Chinese ladies?

Oh, and that reminds me. I know I had a dream with E in it again. But as has happened before I have no recollection of what the dream was. Only her presence, her face, her smile and the warm feeling it left.

I'll happily take what I can get.

Supporter

Last night I visited E again, well, dreamland E anyway. I say I visited her, since I was in her dining room. Well, okay it wasn't her dining room as it stands now. Rather it was a room like one in an older house, with french doors leading into the kitchen (across the hallway) with hardwood floors and a beautiful old dining room table. The walls were a dark shade of burgundy, with white accents, and on the whole it was beautiful and elegant and struck me as very "E".

D was in the kitchen cooking. Well, not cooking really. There were steel pots and pans and he was moving around in cooking motions, but there was no food involved. And E was mad. I mean shooting fire, spitting nails mad. Pacing back and forth, storming, eyes ablaze mad. It was about something to do with her medical state, though I don't know what. And while I listened intently to everything said, I don't remember a word of it. Oh, and did I mention that she wasn't wearing a top? Just her bra.

All the while we talked about the medical issue, she just paced back and forth like that. D occasionally interjected a snide comment from the kitchen (but not really related to the conversation), but for the most part he just ignored both of us. And did I mention that no one really seemed to care E was in her bra?

That was it. That was the dream. Now there was nothing sexual about E's attire, at all. Not that she wasn't cute as a button in her bra, but I think she's always cute as a button. No, rather I think it has something to do with the more traditional interpretation of a bra in a dream. It means, usually, support. I think it was meaning me supporting her, helping her in some of these medical *ugh* she's going through these days. Why was D there? Y'got me. Heck I may be totally out to lunch on the bra thing too. If you've got a better interpretation, let me know!

Technodoodle

Quiet night last night...not in Dreamland, but in the "my son has croup-land". He slept well all night, so luckily I did too! But I still ended up with something for the dream keep.

It was an office dream. Relatively harmless. We were having some sort of big meeting, but the office was like a big open area. It reminded me of a cross between the office on the Fed Ex commercial, and the place I used to work here, back in '94.

So anyway, after the meeting ended under the glare of the flourescent lights, I started talking to someone...reminded be a bit of my friend John from high school... Anyway, we were talking, and I was showing him my nifty difty palm pilot with the keyboard. I'm not sure why. And sadly, that's all I remember of that one.

And then there was some vague notion of me signing up for some organization....I think this is a gentle reminder after that time travel temple dream of the other night. Just a little something to keep it in my head that I've got work to do. I'm sure a more forceful reminder will be forthcoming if I don't act. Like maybe C will start spontainiously appearing in my cube, like he did to E....

Little sleep, but still a dream

Didn't get a lot of sleep last night since A decided to come down with croup, and so I spent most of the night with him, about half of it awake (and the other half not particularly deeply asleep either). But dispite these less than stellar conditions, I still managed to have and remember a dream. And thank goodness it was good and bizzare!

I was at a wedding. Not my wedding. In fact I don't think I ever really saw the groom. But I was at a wedding and was, in fact, in the party. I was a groomsman and E was a bride's maid. And the dream started with the whole wedding party moving away from (I assume) the reception, and into some back room place. I can vaguely picture the groomsmen in formal wear, but down to shirt sleeves, and I think the women were in some sort of tan/peach strapless thing. You know, the usual hideous bridalwear. There was no bride in white to be seen either by the way. So we all shuffled into the back area in two lines (boys and girls), E and I in the back of the two lines. As everyone else went ahead E had to go to the bathroom, so I decided to wait for her. (As an aside, this in itself is an oddity. I mean, the woman has a camel bladder. I swear she goes pee once a week, tops! But I digress)

The group went on to their destination, which was a pair of rooms with open curtains for doors. The rooms, like the group, was divided into boys and girls. So the boys went into their room, the girls to theirs. The last woman in the group (now that E was gone to the WC), a dark haired woman, came back to me and asked "Aren't you coming? Why not come into ours?" meaning, the woman's room. Then she went off into the room. As I continued waiting, and watching, suddenly the folks in either room were engaged in an orgy! I could see a great deal of naked covorting going on, and thought to myself "geez, what the hell are they doing? I have to wait and tell E not to go in there...." I was really quite disgusted at their behaviour, I mean, here was a bride and groom, going at it with who knows who in a brothel, on their wedding night and they didn't mind! At one point there were even superbowl style graphics illustrating the, um, play by play.

So that was when E decided to return from the bathroom. But she came back wearing a bathrobe. And we weren't in a hotel/brothel/whatever we were in a kitchen, all alone. It was a nice kitchen. Reminded me of Diane Keaton's kitchen in Somthing's Got to Give (hmmmm, bizzare aside again, her character in that movie was named remarkably similarly to E...only a letter away really). Anyway, she came into the kitchen and moved behind the island, but once she got there, she was in a black, semi-sheer nighty. And she looked at me and said "I'm sorry I didn't say I love you in the car, but I was too tired." A line which totally baffled me, both in the dream and now.

But I said "That's okay, I know how tired you were". So apparently dream-me wasn't baffled.

Then I was beside her, and I kissed her. And the first thought I had was "I've ruined it, she's supposed to kiss me first". But she smiled and giggled and grabbed my left thigh, giving it a squeeze. Then she moved her hand over, gave that a squeeze, gave me a big smile then went off to the bathroom (what is this with E and bathrooms??) to brush her teeth, since it was bedtime.

She went in to the bathroom (handily, right off the kitchen) and now she was wearing a pair of fuzzy warm red flannel pajamas. But the dream started changing again, because as she started brushing one of the directors from work came in, also brushing, and wearing the same red pajamas! E started fading out...and then A woke me up. (which is probably just as well really)

This director has shown up a few times as just a face, just a passing (but identifiable) person in my dreams. I'm not sure what his role is in my life. I don't really get along with him, but also I don't know him very well. It does make me wonder.

And I suspect that much of the E stuff is wish fulfillment. All I know for sure is that it's really nice to see her. I mean, I know it's only a dream, but it still always makes me so happy to see her. It's like the 3 Doors Down song Here Without You, which always makes me think of her.

I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me

Protector

Another busy night last night!

The first one invovled me protecting a little girl. She was in danger, primarily from two other little girls. All the kids involved were pre-teen-ish, say around 10 maybe? Anyway, I was looking after this girl (who was nameless, like the other two), and it was my job to protect her. The two other girls wanted to hurt her for some reason. One was a goth-y looking kid (all stringy hair, black clothes, fright makeup etc etc) and she wanted to write all over her with a black pen for some reason. So I kept them apart, and we were going to make a run for it. We headed out, and I looked at the map (of like a subdivision) and said that I thought if we took Laurel Canyon we could probably get away from them. So we went out to the car and away we went, and sure enough we got away. This was when I woke up and saw that it was about 2:30am.

Then later I had another, and in this one I was taking a test, but it was an easy test, and my big boss was there as the examiner and basically told me that I'd do fine, not to worry. So I didn't. There was a bird outside the window that I watched for a while. Then I found myself on a production line. Like actually sitting on the conveyor belt. I was sorting stuff for recycling. As I passed a worker guy, I gave him something out of the box in front of me, and then I slid down a ramp. And I kept sorting recyclables....

Having given it some thought, I think that the little girl in the first dream, the one I'm protecting, is E. And I think that the two other girls are J and S. I think that's why one wants to write on her, because of course J is a writer. Laurel Canyon was just down the street from where I lived in LA, and it leads up to Mulholland Drive, which is a key point in Hey Pretty, which is a song that always makes me think of E. And add to this the fact that S had her butt dream, which lead to E reminding me about how J was on her case too.. There's other reasons too, but that's the gist of my thinking at least.

And as to the other dream...well, I think a lot of that is work related. I'm not in the most stunning of jobs right now and I have a deadline comming up, which I know I can make, but I'm not exactly the most motevated person in the world to do the work right now. I'll do it, I know I will, and they'll like it. But I think that part of the dream says it all. As to the recycling? I think it means that I'm sorting through some life stuff these days, looking at what to ditch and what to keep. Just my opinion though....

Extremely entertaining!

Oh my, what an entertaining night it was last night! I chalk little or no meaning up to the dreams from last night, but what I remember is so enjoyable! I just wish I could remember more details...

Um, okay, I can pick up somewhere inside the pyramid temple. There was a group, three or four people, mixed guys and girls, and they were in this fabulous temple somewhere in the heart of a pyramid. But it wasn't in Egypt, rather it was in North America somewhere, maybe South America...not the usual spot for Egyptian-style pyramids though. The place was all decked out in dark marble, all shiny and polished, and there were these carved images on the walls. The people were looking for something, some sort of "trigger" or something. Someone wandered in behind a carving and triggered something, which caused this jet of water to shoot from the figure's mouth. Then, one of the guys (who was somehow now naked) was standing in the stream and where ever he moved, the water moved with him, which meant that he was "chosen" as the one to "go through". So he started moving toward the water nozzel, and he put his hands up to block the stream. As he got to the source, he put his hands over the opening, and then with a flash of energy he was transported....

And found himself in the exact same hallway, but alone now. And thing were subtly different. The lighting was different. There was more on the walls. The whole place just seemed more "lived in". Had he really travelled through time? Seemed like. Then a man came around the corner. He was dressed in priestly robes and said he'd been expecting the fellow. Then the two of them wandered off down the hallway, but instead of going back to the temple, this hallway lead to a giant statue of a seated Anubis, all carved out of black granite. The time-traveller had to climb up on the statue while the priest was telling him about books that he had to read, not to read them so much as to get the right ideas out of them. And the whole time I kept getting this feeling of The DaVinci Code, like it was that sort of mystical knowledge that I was supposed to be acquiring.

There was more after this but it becomes a bit of a blur at that point. I seem to remember linking back up with the main group, but now everyone was naked I think. Or they were, and the time traveller was clothed, or something like that. Hmmmm, and this part was in black and white I think...I don't usually dream in black and white, wonder why this was?

Throughout the dream the view would switch back and forth. A lot of the time I was in "movie" view, watching the whole story progress in the third person. But occasionally it would slip into first person, and I was the time-traveller, not always, but occasionally. Like when he was climbing the Anubis. That was first person, me, climbing.

Y'know, now that I write it down, I'm not so certain that I should be writing off this dream as pure entertainment. I'm thinking now that maybe there's a message there. Maybe I should be reading some of these books (damn, I wish I could remember what those books were he mentioned!) . I think it's time to pursue this education.

A blur

Another night of blurry, half remembered (or not remembered) images. *shrug* Still not restful though.

Kidnapped!

Short entry today, since it was a short dream and I don't feel up to writing much...maybe I'll fill in more later when the mood strikes.

Okay...I'm doing better today finally...brain seems to be at least partly in gear, so let's give it a go.

It started out with S being kidnapped. Well, she was already kidnapped and I was trying to find her. It turned out she was being held in this house which actually ended up looking like my Dad's basement. Anyway, I was a cop or something, so I broke in to rescue her. Then, as it turned out, she was asleep in one room, with a passel-o-kidnappers asleep in another room, and she was quiet happey there. She told me she was "helping" them and that I'd better not have woken them up and I really ought to go. So I left.

Guess she didn't need rescuing eh?

[updated Monday morning, February 14]

Oh and I've got to add this in...I know it's not mine, but this is a dream blog, and it's a dream that really deserves blogging...

When I got up Saturday, S started into me first thing about this dream she had. In her dream, we were at either a mall or a museum. I excused myself and slipped off. When I didn't come back, she came to find me and eventually caught up to me in a stairwell. She found me, on my knees, kissing the butt of a woman kneeling in front of me (everyone fully clothed by the way). Who was the woman? E. When S exploded on me, I told her I needed to be "free to love other women". Then she told me that she was leaving and taking A with her and I'd never see them again....

I have no idea what to make of this.

Another quiet night

Quiet again last night. Oh sure there were images and stories all night long running through my little mind, but what were they? I have no idea. They were gone as soon as my eyes opened, or even sooner! So dispite the fact that I have no interesting mental phantoms to report on, I also didn't get a very restful sleep either. Oh well, I hope I was at least entertained.

On an update to the KKV discussions of late...I really do think E has cracked the code and shown me what this was all about. We talked about it all, and she pointed out to me that everything I've said and seen points to her being my teacher. She's so right. Heck even this dream blog was her suggestion, and a darn good one too. I've found it very helpful and enlightening so far, and I get the feeling that the best is yet to come....

If this keeps up, I'll get a record

It was a scam. The whole thing was a scam. I was there for work, but my real reason to be there was to steal "stuff". It was all in a museum type thingy. And the target of my theft was to be these metal disks. The disks were about 10" or so in diameter, and about two inches thick, and they had a swirly pattern on them, like they were formed from an extruded tube that had melted together. (hmmm, kinda like a corpralite eh?)

So I (somehow) made off with the goods. I'm not sure how, since I didn't actually see myself stealing anything. But I did see the cops arrive and start to investigate. They were European cops too. French I think...they had the little kepi hats. (what t'hell is it with kepis these days too?) So, as they were investigating the one cop went in and saw that there was a single disk left, so he stole it and stuffed it down his pants to make off with it, intending to blame me/us for the theft.

The reason I say us up there, was that I was then in a meeting with my big boss and a collegue and they were both in on it! It was a "ring"! They vouched for me to whoever it was that was running the place. And as I watched, my briefcase transformed, from a nice black leather snap lid type, to a brown lizard skin "professor" type. But no one else seemed to notice (or care) that this had happened. Oh, and for the record, I have no idea where the disks went, where they were or what they were for. No clue.

KKV

Wowser! Okay, E did some research on KKV for me....


Okay I did some digging. Dusted off my name book here that gives anlysis of letters
Basic kabalh stuff and numerology I'll look at the Runes ina second.... and get back to you. Here's what analysizing the letters guves

K K V
Kabalah:
K = Kaph = 20 = wise = Wheel of Fortune = Jupiter = jovial, good fortune
V = 6 = choice = Hierophant = Taurus
20 + 20 + 6= 46 = 4+6 = 10 = 1+0 = 1
Sephirah (don't ask I don't know what it meands) 1 = Kether = Crown = highest self, transpersonal conciousness, union with the Supreme Being

Health:
Sephira 1 - left eye, ear, and pituitary glan
Kaph = left midle back and side , rectum
Vau = Back on neck left side

Numerology
2 + 2 + 4 = 8
regeneration, stability, new life. eternity, cycle of time, justice, equilibrium, balance, materialism. wordly interests, tendency to exhibt extremes (ie good fortune or none at all), tenacity and willingness to keep trying, but this can lead to hard headedness & continuance of difficulties becuase of a refusal to recognize when it is time to move on the better things....

All of this seems to "fit" for me. I'm not sure how to integrate it all together, but it just seems to work. I really need to think more about this...
Thanks again E!

Apparenly, I need a shave and a haircut

When I woke up this morning, at first I thought, yes! I've done it! I had a night without dreams! But then reality slowly crept in...I'd only had a night where it wasn't the last one before getting up that I was remembering. Then I thought it was something trivial, I only remembered something about putting away wargame figures into a case. And I know where that came from. I was in a store the other day and saw these neato black art cases, but they were like a bazillion dollars each, and I was horrified. And that got tied into the last thing I did last night which was gluing together these plastic French hussars which I'm actually going to use for Mexican cavalry, and they're in this God awful, retena-buring sky blue plastic, just like the ones in my dream.

Then I remember the other dream from last night. In that one I was in the bathroom, though I'm not sure what bathroom it was. It was sorta like the one at Dad's place, combined with the one from Hollywood, and also somewhere else again. So I was in there shaving with some funky bizzaro disposable blade razor, and while I was there, a girl came in. I knew the girl, and I knew she was a girlfriend? or something like that. She had dark hair and I was associating her with Wynona Ryder for some reason, but it wasn't her. She put her arms around me, lay her head on my shoulder and said something to the effect of "I'm so glad you got me to be with you". I was happy, and kept shaving, and she said "You're only my third guy (boyfriend?), and especially since the last one was Chris..." And then we both laughed.

Then she was gone, and I was sitting alone on the bathroom floor, cutting my own hair. It was longer that it is now, and I seemed to be cutting it perfectly. While I was doing it, the door opened, and my mom came in. She told me something (that I can't remember now), and then that's all I can remember.

Now according to dreammoods both of these things can indicate a reshaping of thinking and attitudes. Wonder what I've changed?

Gone for a soldier

Another full night last night which slipped away the instant I opened my eyes. All I can remember is soldiers....American I guess, dressed in dark blue anyway, and I seem to remember kepi hats as well (Civil war soldier hats). So yeah, they were Americans in blue uniforms with kepis on. I think there was both infantry and cavalry, but I'm not sure.

None of this is surprising, of course, since I've been reading about the climactic battle of the Mexican-American war (1841), when the Americans stormed Mexico City. They were wearing the blue uniform at the time and I for some reason made special notice of the kepi I bought at Disneyland last night so I get the feeling that it was all quite mundane. But still couldn't keep well enough to itself, thanks all the same....

Out standing in a field!

I was (for some reason) at R's tree farm. Only it wasn't just a Christmas tree farm...it was a real farm farm, with a barn and animals and all that sorta stuff. His girls were there, and they cooked up a really nice meal, though I don't actually remember eating it.

I do remember being out in the farmyard, and seeing into the barn, where there was a cat that the girls were helping. They were feeding it, and it was strangely oversized and without any legs. It was quite bizzare-looking on the whole.

The nicest part of the dream was being out walking in the woods. It wasn't the tree farm part, but rather a very natural, very beautiful space. There was a path through the woods, very clearn and open. It was winter in the entire dream, and the ground was snow covered. Somewhere off to my right was a lake or large pond, frozen and snow covered. The sun was out and it was warm dispite it being winter, and I walked through the forest and I felt simply wonderful. I felt as if I hadn't a care in the world, that all was right and well and happy. It really was the most wonderful feeling. Contented, I guess I could say, contented with myself. I was very happy with the path I was on too, and the things I was seeing while I went along.

I woke up with the image of that path still vivid in my mind, and I had the strangest thought. It was really the first thing that ran through my head when I became aware of being concious. I thought "I will be there. I will live there, one day." And what I meant was the place where that path exists. Even now I can see the path, and feel the echos of that good feeling.

I'm the photog....

So again, it was a pretty uneventful night, until last thing before waking.

There was this big party going on, and it was all in the 20's? 30's? No later than that surely. There were all these people there and they were all rich and well dressed, but there was some sort of hint of a masquerade, like everyone there had a paper mask or something. And the house we were in was huge! It was a mansion of some sort, but furnished in an Edwardian style. Maybe the whole dream was in the teens or something, I'm not sure. There was a sinister cast to the whole thing really, but nothing I can put a finger to.

I was there in a tux with high button collar and I was taking pictures. I had a camera that was one of those old ones with the accordian front to it, but this one had two lenses, on seperate accordians. Everyone commented that they'd never seen anything like it. I took pictures of the party, starting in the drawing room where most of the people were. It was decorated in green with a big fireplace at one end. From there I went into the dining room for more shots. This place was all wood paneled and the like. Then I somehow ended up outside. It was night, and cold, wintery but without snow I think. The trees were definately bare and the fountain was empty. I was taking pictures out in the back garden, and someone else was there. I think it was a woman, about the same age, but that's all I know. I'm not even 100% sure it was a woman. Whoever it was, they were trying to tell me something, but before they could, I woke up.

Sir Issac and the Loblaws

Up until A woke up at 6:20 shouting for dad, the only thing I can truly remember is an image of Sir Issac Newton. He's important to a project I've got on the go right now, but I have no other context to him.

After S got up with A and let me sleep again, I found myself in a valuted church-like building. I say church-like since it was actually a grocery store. The produce department actually. I saw tomatoes and apples and lettuce and other unnamed veggies all out for sale. The building itself was brick and I was standing in an entryway of some sort with arched openings in to the vaulted ceilinged sales hall. No sign of a cash register btw.

Then I was outside and a preacher type on horsback was telling me it was a "church related" building. He pointed out the carving in the exterier brickwork showing a date of great antiquity (16 somehing I think...hmmm, around Sir Issac's time) and the letters K.K.V. These letters, he explained meant "friend of the church" in some form or other, perhaps latin? He rode off after this, leaving me pondering the letters (and thinking King must be one of the words invovled). And then I woke up.

6:15

Ugh....A woke up at 6:15 this morning, rousing me rudely out of my dream-laden slumber. With the speed with which things evaporated from my mind, however, I don't think that there was a great deal of signficance on what I was seeing. There are two elements I remember though. One was sitting at a computer screen and talking about playing an RPG in Chinese (or was it Japanese -- this aspect was a hold over from seeing some of Dragon Ball Z on YTV last night while giving A his bottle). The thing of note here was that I knew I was able to function just well enough in that language to run the game.

The second aspect I remember was making a doctor's appointment. I was making the appointment at the office, and it was for a different doctor. Like a referral. So then they made the appointment, but told me that I'd have to reschedule since that day was a holiday. I said okay, I would. Then later my cel rang, and it was that doctor's office telling me I couldn't come for my appointment, it was a holiday and I'd have to reschedule. I told them I knew, and I would, and then they hung up. What is this with dream doctors lately?

Can't get enough of that Duff stuff...

It was late...after hours, and the mall was closed. Well, it was supposed to be anyway, but some big star, like a Britney Spears or Hillary Duff was in town and needed to go shopping after their concert was over. And for some reason, there I was, at the mall when they were there. I was outside, pushing an empty shopping cart (and no, I wasn't a bag person) to go to the mall myself, when I went past all of these people in flourescent orange t-shirts who were "clearning the way" for Ms Duff (or whoever). There were electrical cables strung all over the parking lot, but strangely enough they didn't get in my way. Hmmm, but I think that means that their concert had been *in* the mall. So as I was going past, the doors opened and there was the star herself with an entourage in tow. She was all sexy and spandex and I just shook my head and kept walking (with my cart). The parking lot looked a lot like the covered parking at St Laurent, at the end near the Bay.

Then I was on a deck sorta thing, and at the bottom of the stairs on the lawn was E, and she was really really hungry and asking me to get her something to eat. So I went into the cafeteria (to which the deck was attached) and came back with a bowl of soup for her (real chunky stuff too, it was more like stew than soup, or a very hearty minestrone) and some bread. She came up on the deck, and I gave her the bowl. Then instead of eating it, she spilled it. Splashed it everywhere, saying that she wasn't in the mood for soup and was off to find something else. So I stood there on the deck for a while wondering what was wrong with the soup and what I should have gotten for her instead, but then she came back, with a bowl of soup! She said to me "y'know I did want soup after all", and I understood that she wanted to get her own food herself. So then we went off for lunch together and I woke up.

A short night

Last night seemed to just tear by! It was so nice...I made it almost all night without anything in my concious memory. Then, just before dawn, the movies started. So I got close to that elusive "night of no dreams". :-)

Anyway...the one that did finally make itself known was strange and only half remembered, so I can't see it being that important. I was on a plane, and there was someone like Katie Holmes there...but it wasn't really her...I think it was just her because I've seen incessant playing of commercials for her damned "Daughter of the President" video on TV lately. Hmmmmmmm, but wait, Katie is also a dark haired girl...could there be some tie there over to the other dark haired woman I've been dreaming about lately? I'll have to think about that.

So we were all flying somewhere in a private jet. I don't know where we were going, or why, but it was important. And there was some sort of bodyguard type there too. I'm not sure who he was or what role he played...maybe he was a holdover from the Daughter of the President too...

Now, come to think of it...that's about all I can remember from the dream. But then again today's been such a zonker of a day...I've been on the run since 7am... Like I said though, not terribly memorable (thus by my definition, not terribly important either). If it was supposed to be it'll come back again...

Home from my weekend in China...

Can you believe it? I was just getting home from a weekend in China. I mean who goes to China for the weekend?? Well, in dreamland, I do apparently.

I was getting in, being driven home in a car (a taxi?) with just my little black shoulder bag as luggage, and I knew I'd used nothing I'd packed. (heck, I'd have had to have spent 40 hours on a plane, how could I?) So anyway, I got dropped off at my parent's house (home -- why has this gone back to being home?) and I went in and my folks were really glad to see me back. I gave mom a big hug and she gave me one back, while dad stood off to one side. After a second I pulled him in and we had a big "family" hug. It was nice. It's been a long time since I've seen my mom, and I miss her.

Then, somehow, I was being let into some sort of disused back storage room. We'd come from some kind of tunnel, the back way into this room. Oh, and my leader? E, of course. She was fearlessly blazing a trail into this strange room. I was somewhat reluctant to follow, worried about being caught, but I quickly realized that it was blocked off. Anyone on the other side of the room, those who "owned" it, couldn't get in since they'd intentionally blocked it. It was a strange place, with walls made out of cinder block, with shelves or workbenches on one wall, and piles of debris on the floor. There were old paint cans, construction material, plastic sheeting, etc etc. Light came from somewhere overhead and also from flurescents over the work benches. E and I paused by a door to the "other side". It was a grey, "commercial" style door, but it had clear plastic sheet sticking out from around the door, from where they'd sealed it from the other side. We listened and she smiled as we heard the sounds of whoever was over there doing whatever they were doing.

The last thing I remember from this room was a stack of old paint cans, with the lables all torn off, and the cans starting to rust. I'd been looking all around for anything with a date on it, to tell me how long this place had been abandoned and neglected, but I never did find anything.

Somehow, I wasn't with E anymore, but I'd run into my ex, in some other part of the tunnels. She was very sad, and she showed me some pictures her mom had sent her. They were photographs that showed people as they were now and also as they were in Victorian times. It was like a photoshop composite, with the modern color photo on one side and a sepia toned black and white on the other, but the layout was such that it was like they were staged together. She had pictures of both herself and her father.

Then I was back at my folks' place and getting ready for a shower. But there were these spiders. They were big and yellow and they looked more like aliens than spiders. There were two crawling around in the tub, and two more out by my dad on the sofa. Dad was ignoring them, but I tried to wash them down the drain. But one wouldn't go, it crawled back out and I threw stuff at it over and over again, and it kept coming like a night of the living dead zombie, until finally I killed it. And woke up.