Not a dream

This one isn't about a dream so much as a discussion based on looking back at some previous posts, and perhaps even understanding what they meant and where they'd come from.

Okay, I want to start with this one. Look at Food Line from May 1, at the bottom of the page. I've known, basically since this dream that I would end up working for the "Anne" that was mentioned to me. But now, where I'm sitting, is in a training college that has exactly the kind of linesup and decor that I saw in the dream. Add to this the fact that while I've been here I got the email asking for a meeting to have me go and work for "Anne". Yes, I've applied to other things, but no, they've not panned out. Not even in terms of a meeting. But Anne? Her guy has gotten back to me in less than a week. Four business days to be precise.

Then there's this one. Look at Do I get a toaster? from March 3. At the time, I had no idea what kind of account E and I would be setting up together, or why either. But as it turns out, E and I do now intend to set up an account together, for a mailbox, so that we can try to find out some other neat stuff about the future and predictions and all that jazz. So what do you want to bet that I end up setting the thing up myself and phoning to inform her that I have? I won't say for sure that'll be the case, but there will be an "account" of sorts...

So what does it all mean? Does it mean that dreams come true? Can and have I been predicting forthcoming events? I don't know, but I do know there's a reason I've been having these dreams...and a reason that I've been recording them too. As for the rest, I guess I'll just wait and see what comes.

Protecting

There was a baby atop a big wooden structure, which had screens and various silks and such covering it. I was there to learn how to carve a mandala which I was shown how to do. I tried and got close to what it should look like, but there was a section that had an inlay part to it, which every time I did it, I did it right, but somehow it got broken. In the end, it was shown to me that it didn't need to be perfect, and so the mandala was put up with just a small section covered with a wood disk that said "scorpio" and had the sign of the scorpion on it.

And it got put up just in time too! There were attacks coming, and they were aimed at the child, since it wasn't just any child...it was Krishna, or Buddha, or both, since he was known to me by both names. Outsiders started striking toward the child, in superhero type ways, flying down and throwing kicks and such, but I blocked them all, and would keep doing so, since it was my job to protect him and keep him safe, until he was strong enough that it wouldn't matter.

I was still battling when I woke up...

Courting to what?

I was alone, I think in China. I was going to meet with S, who was in court to give evidence of some sort for some kind of trial. My son A was somewhere and well cared for, but I had no idea where or with who or anything. At the (I guess) court house, I ran into four (three?) of S's friends, all the typical stick-bug thin Chinese girls you see in Shanghai, and they were looking for S. They somehow realized she was busy so they left, taking me along with them. They ignored me, never speaking to me, but that was okay, since they didn't speak a word of english.

We all piled into a car and drove off, but next thing I knew we were all walking through a series of vast, beautifully architected and decorated lobbies. It was like a hotel but also a mall, and everything was done in brown marble and brushed steel. I remember something about an elevator, and more lobby (lobbies?). We met up with my parents in law, and somehow they thought I was staying with the girls, but the girls thought I was going with the in laws. So they both basically abandoned me.

The strange part was, I didn't mind.

In Extremis

Normally I like having E show up in a dream, and while it was nice to see her last night, the circumstances were really quite disturbing.

We were somewhere together, and it was in some sort of classroom setting. I vaguely remember something about a parking lot and crossing the lot, though I’m not sure what the connection was. Maybe it was our arrival where ever, I’m not sure though.

Anyway, we were in this class type setting, with three or four other older women who were doing some sort of exercises. We were being led by a lady neurologist. E and I weren’t really doing the exercises but more just hanging out. E was having trouble though. She wasn’t feeling well, but putting her usual brave face on it, and trying to push it into the background. Then she turned to me, and I could see that she was in distress. She was showing a physical symptom that you just couldn’t miss. She didn’t want me to do or say anything, but I called over the teacher, who stopped the class and came to see her. The neurologist/teacher said “no, that’s serious, get her to the hospital right now.” The funny thing was that the symptom she was showing had no relation to the problem that she was experiencing, which is the problem that she is waiting to be diagnosed with.

I took her to the hospital, and the next scene was us in an examining room, with her being checked by a doctor. For some reason I was also being checked, and that lead into a separate segment of me performing the “tests” associated with E’s problem. Mostly it involved me drawing a star on a big paper with a big black marker. I had to draw a pentagram without lifting the pen and at first they were measuring where the points were that I stopped. Then they stopped doing that because I was having trouble with it, and I just had to draw the image. But I was having trouble doing that too. I couldn’t make the lines go where I needed them to. At one point I even couldn’t control my hand and made marks on the page where they weren’t supposed to be. And then they made my try to draw it with my left hand. All of this was going on with me alone somewhere, and out beyond me was a big open green field with a big circular cement slab of some sort in it. The result of the “test” was that I failed it.

Things cut back to the examining room again, and there was a crowd of people in there and there was a doctor guy who was taking everyone’s blood pressure. I was feeling lousy, and my left arm was numb or tingling or something, and when he took my pressure in that arm he told me it was “in extremis”, which was some sort of medical term (which was bad). He tried my right arm and it was okay, but close. I even saw the in extremis part of the gage. E’s doctor came, and everyone else cleared out. I knew that my result meant that Dr G would be ordering an MRI for me. I knew that E was also in extremis, which was why we were here in the first place.

E gave me a smile and said “woo hoo, your blood sugar is under 30 too!”

Then she said something about “well I’d better be staying in her only over the weekend” and she seemed quite set on that. I asked her if she wanted me to go to her house and pick up some things for her and bring them back. She gave me a bit of a confused look and said “gee, I don’t know”.

The dream faded out quite rapidly then and I woke up.

Watering hole

I was walking in a forest. It was a big, west coast-style forest with tall pines that have big spaces between them for walking. There was a path too, through the forest and we were following that path. It was a straight track, I think of the "two wheeled road" variety leading off as far as the eye could see, through the ground mist and fog. The 'we' I mentioned was the group I was with. I don't know who any of them were, but I know there were men and women and we were all together, but how or why I'm not sure.

As we walked, I saw a woman coming along the same track, or maybe she was entering it from another track, I'm not sure now. She was tall and slender, beautiful, with short dark hair and big breasts. She was white, which I like to mention to distinguish her from the large breasted Asian woman S and I were discussing the night before. Anyway, this woman was wearing a pair of dark (dark blue I think) hiking shorts, hiking boots with the socks rolled down over the top, and a man's white shirt with the tails tied across her midriff. That she had been hiking for some time was obvious, and she seemed dirty, like she was covered in dried mud, on her clothes and skin. I say seemed because she didn't actually look dirty, but I knew she was.

She showed me a hole in the ground where she was coming to get water. It was a massive circular excavation, and the water was at the bottom of a 100' drop, churning around in a torrent. The woman had a small pail with her and I asked if this was her only water source, while thinking how tough it would be to get enough water to do her laundry, clean herself and drink and cook too, especially with that tiny pail.

"Yes and no," she said. "Kinda."

The only way to get water out of the hole was with a small silver cup at the end of a yellow rope. The woman hauled up a cup of water, and while I knew it should be of the crystal clear mountain spring variety her cup was filled with what looked like a double double coffee. I asked if that was safe to drink and she told me it didn't change the taste at all. I wouldn't let her drink it though. I took the cup and I tried to get water. Somehow the cup was at the end of a bungee cord so it would spring out and back. I was able to cast it out far enough to get back a full cup of crystal clean pure mountain water, which I drank. I then refilled the cup for her, and I think she drank it. I filled up a cup for my son, A, and he drank his, but it was slightly murky, with a hint of the beige that her original cup had held. I then drew several cups to fill her pail, again they started murky, but by the end were perfectly clear. She was very happy with this, with what I'd been able to do for her.

It tapered out here, and shortly thereafter I woke up.