Hello BITC readers... its been quite a long while. Needless to say anything more than here is my latest dream I would like to share with everyone. Salut!
I was on a floating version of my childhood driveway-slash-basketball court... there were a dozen or more, what seemed to be friends of mine, playing basketball... with no hands. Literally, they had no hands and were using their feet. I HAD hands, but also, when the ball was passed to me, used my feet. In a flash I was at a bar. To my right there was low talking by familiar voices. I quickly turned my head and it was a pal of mine directly by my side, who I just immediately knew was very important and everyone in the place knew it. He was being talked at by a, what seemed to me, "up & comer" - and was being polite about it. There was a man in between them, but I could not see his face. The one-way discussion becomes a conversation and escalates rapidly. I cannot remember what was said exactly, but the man furthest from me stands up and pulls out his gun, hoisting it in the air and firing a shot. The bar clears out, including my "important" friend... its just me and hot shot, and he spills a drink on the bar in front of where I was sitting. It drips onto my lap and I proclaim, "what did I ever do to you!?" And he replies, "I don't know..." and stares at me, waiting. I huff and puff as I walk around him and out of the building, which within a moment, turns into a frantic flee running down stairwells, thru hallways, and past groups of children in what seemed to be a school-like setting, then a church, then a museum, all in the same building, all with people running from the man with the gun or so I thought. Somewhere stuck in all of this, there is a moment, on a balcony of warehouse like buildings. I am there with a woman (girl) that I knew in high school. I have not seen her in person SINCE high school and we really don't know anything about each other, sans Facebook info. Her face lights up, "Its so good to see you John!" I chuckle and agree. "Your hair! Its... a little thin." As she runs her fingers thru my front hairline. "Oh, well, you know..." I mumble confusedly and a bit startled since no one has ever told me that. (In real life I totally bolted to the bathroom after waking up and performed a thorough inspection of what seemed to be my regular hairline, phew.) There are slight breezes that pass and lots of dust in the air, but we don't talk much. More like a moment frozen in time than anything else. She was beautiful, I must admit. Flash back to the museum-like building and the race from the crazy gunman is over, but who am I now? Am I the same man who ran throughout these halls and stairs? It kinda does not feel like it. Regardless, I find myself sitting at a small table with maybe the same woman from the balcony...? Everything is a bit off here and I realize I am choking on a food substance mixed with paper. I am pulling this weird mixture of stuff out of my mouth. She looks on and asks something to the effect of "what is wrong with you? what are you doing?" And now the finale... as I spit out the final pieces of whatever-that-was-in-my-mouth I bellow, "Who ARE you?! Did I ask you to come here? What are you doing asking me that shit?! I didn't invite you here!" Cut (dream)scene. END.
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19 September 2012
Dream Diary #3 ~ Two Lovely Women
Not only was last nite's dream just as real as the previous, but it was even more heartfelt and lovely. I got to see my beloved Grandmother, who passed about a year and a half ago and my childhood dog, who passed when I left home for college.
I wasn't able to have a conversation with Gramma, but there was the sight of her face and the feel of her aura. I miss her dearly. With my dog, Lady, we were able to play in a hotel lobby that was sort of a mirror of the dining room in my old house where we used to chase each other and play fetch.
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All of a sudden, I am face to face with a strange woman with a guitar. We are on a very small patio attached to a hotel or motel. I cannot tell whether or not there is a parking lot behind us or the ocean; its blurry. The woman has a guitar and seems to be playing, but I cannot hear her. To my right is my Gramma. Sitting, smoking, looking glamorous, as always. To my left is what I feel is my mother, but I cannot see her. There is another unknown woman behind the guitar player, but I also cannot see who she is.
The guitar player starts singing and playing louder. The song is "Know You Rider" and at first it is very nice and everyone seems to be enjoying it, taping their feet, bobbing their heads. Lady is frolicking and happy. The sun is out and for that moment, everything is right with the world.
Not more than a second goes by when the musician starts getting really vulgar. Grinding on the railings that surround the patio. I am quite surprised. My grandmother finds this act to be hideous and orders, who I think to be my mother to take her away from the lewd display. I see the face and clothes of the musician change, disintegrate into a wretched whorish type. I am not completely appalled, but disappointed that my Gramma no longer was outside in my company.
I am immediately transported to the lobby-esque room with Lady. She is in the prime of her life, jumping, chasing, barking, and I am in complete bliss seeing her again. It has been years and years since we've played ball. (Its been years since I've dreamt about her too.) I pounce on her and we wrestle on the ground. She ends up licking my face and snuggling up close. Her ears are the softest thing in the world. A velvet-like surface with longer hair on top, I have yet to see a dog with ears like hers.
I will always hold special places in my eternal heart for these two beautiful feminine Souls. They brought me such joy and now I can say they've done it again; just being themselves and allowing me to feel their vibrations.
I love you Lady...
I love you Gramma.
I wasn't able to have a conversation with Gramma, but there was the sight of her face and the feel of her aura. I miss her dearly. With my dog, Lady, we were able to play in a hotel lobby that was sort of a mirror of the dining room in my old house where we used to chase each other and play fetch.
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All of a sudden, I am face to face with a strange woman with a guitar. We are on a very small patio attached to a hotel or motel. I cannot tell whether or not there is a parking lot behind us or the ocean; its blurry. The woman has a guitar and seems to be playing, but I cannot hear her. To my right is my Gramma. Sitting, smoking, looking glamorous, as always. To my left is what I feel is my mother, but I cannot see her. There is another unknown woman behind the guitar player, but I also cannot see who she is.
The guitar player starts singing and playing louder. The song is "Know You Rider" and at first it is very nice and everyone seems to be enjoying it, taping their feet, bobbing their heads. Lady is frolicking and happy. The sun is out and for that moment, everything is right with the world.
Not more than a second goes by when the musician starts getting really vulgar. Grinding on the railings that surround the patio. I am quite surprised. My grandmother finds this act to be hideous and orders, who I think to be my mother to take her away from the lewd display. I see the face and clothes of the musician change, disintegrate into a wretched whorish type. I am not completely appalled, but disappointed that my Gramma no longer was outside in my company.
I am immediately transported to the lobby-esque room with Lady. She is in the prime of her life, jumping, chasing, barking, and I am in complete bliss seeing her again. It has been years and years since we've played ball. (Its been years since I've dreamt about her too.) I pounce on her and we wrestle on the ground. She ends up licking my face and snuggling up close. Her ears are the softest thing in the world. A velvet-like surface with longer hair on top, I have yet to see a dog with ears like hers.
I will always hold special places in my eternal heart for these two beautiful feminine Souls. They brought me such joy and now I can say they've done it again; just being themselves and allowing me to feel their vibrations.
I love you Lady...
I love you Gramma.
18 September 2012
Dream Diary #2
I have obviously not kept up with the Dream Diary as I initially wanted to, but the vivid reality of last nite is something I cannot ignore. It was a strange musing on how I miss my roommates back home. The mind is reeeeeeeeally sumptin' ~
The house is different. Why is he giving me that look?
"What's with the look?"
"Dude, I can't believe you did that. Well, actually I DO believe it. That's whats so fucked up about it."
"What the fuck did I do?"
"Dude, you can't do that shit."
"What? I didn't do nuthin'... what are you talking about?"
"That is my family. Andy is fucking pissed."
"Why? Cuz I went to yoga with her? Dude..."
"C'mon man, don't fuckin' do this... just get your shit and leave."
"What!? What did he say?! Fuck that. I ain't leavin' cuz I didn't do shit and you'll see when we all talk about this..."
"There is no talking about it man. Just get your stuff and go."
"Hahaha, you're so fucking with me right now. Really, whats this all about?"
"Holy shit dude! I'm not fucking with you. Do you see my face? Do you hear my voice? That's my fucking family and you crossed the line! Get the fuck out!"
"Fuuuuuuuck youuuuu. First off, who told you whatever it is you think you know and what was it?! Ver-fucking-batim please, this is serious..." (Danielle walks into the room. Says nothing and stares at me. She is obviously on his side.)
"What, you're just going to stand there and not say anything? You owe me at least something... What is going on? You believe it too? Whatever it is?" She says nothing. Walks out of the room.
"Dude."
"Hey man, Andy's coming over and he does not want you here."
"Why is he coming over? Dude, let's just talk it out. I GUARAN-FUCKING-TEE that I didn't do anything! Why are we not calling her? She'll tell you... aw shit. Is she fucking crazy? Is she trying to get back at him? What's the answer to the crazy question?"
"I'm gonna start throwin' your shit out if you don't get in gear, man."
"Fuck you dude, no you're not." He starts walking towards my room. "Bro! What the fuck!?"
"I told you man, now stop being a fucking bitch and just deal with it."
"I cannot fucking believe you right now. I mean, really? Really!? I know you're family 'n all, but we hang more than you and him and shit, if its her telling you this, I mean, do I even have to say it?"
"What, 'bros before hoes'?"
I stare at him. "Are you telling me that you believe her over me?" Danielle walks in and walks up to me.
"I thought I knew you and your whole bachelor-life, single-guy shtick was funny and cute at first, but what the fuck!? You're fucking dead to me."
Shocked beyond words.
"I... I... haha haha, I can't even... I am... just astounded. I mean... am I in some bizzarro world? Are you punking me? Cuz this is gone too far if you are. C'mon you fuckers (jokingly), what's really good?! How long are you going to keep this up?"
He turns and walks into my room.
"Ah, haha, yeah, go get my shit and throw it out! That'll make it even MORE real! Like you didn't have enough negative vibes throwin' at me... shit, I didn't know you two were such good actors!"
He comes out of my room with my guitar and a pillow. "Hey man, what the fuck? (reaching at the guitar) stop messin' man!"
"No man, I am dead fucking serious." He throws it with complete disregard and I know he's not joking. As I stand there speechless, Andy's car rolls into the driveway. He gets out with 100% seriousness on his face.
"Dude, I swear to fucking God I did not do shit!" He walks right past me and into the house. Both of them come out with some of my shit in their arms. I try to block them with no avail.
"Are you goddamn fucking kidding me!? What is wrong with you fucking people!? You're not even together anymore! Its been years and even so, I did not even touch one single hair on her body! I can prove it!"
The larger-than-life Birch catches my eye. The tree-swing is changing into a baby's highchair. It swings furiously. The fucking cats are Cheshire one second and mutant rats the next. (I think to myself) "I am traa-rippin'!"
I rub my eyes and we're sitting around the fire pit. I have invisible chains locking me to the chair. I cannot move and can't talk. The words they're speaking are all muffled and incoherent. They're faces are shape-shifting from mutant to digital to melting paint and then poof, gone. The fire rages and I'm sweating. The house disappears and its just me in a backyard I've never seen. Or have I?
I am IN the tree... He appears in my eyes and whispers to me. "Just... let... go."
I yell, "Hey! No! I HAVE let go. Its YOU that hasn't let go! You're still playing..."
I AM the tree. "I can still talk? What is this!? We are all circlesssssssssssssssssss." The murmur concentric.
Celeste appears. "Haha, 'is Celeste short for Celestial?' really? Nice try buddy..."
I think she's just eggin' me on. Her smile is quirky and well, stellar really.
"Yeah, I mean, you shine like a star, so I just thought..."
She's gone. I am green.
I am just a leaf on your tree now. Hanging on for dear life.
"Don't let go of me. I am part of you. I need you. You need me!"
*the tree doesn't talk but I hear it speaking to me* "I need you for some time, yes, but you'll come back next season... just... LET. GO."
And not only did the act of detachment from the limb I had forever known seem to take forever, again, but the fall was, and is, even more. I see her face and she's innocent. Hope the wind doesn't come and take me away... oh, wait!
The house is different. Why is he giving me that look?
"What's with the look?"
"Dude, I can't believe you did that. Well, actually I DO believe it. That's whats so fucked up about it."
"What the fuck did I do?"
"Dude, you can't do that shit."
"What? I didn't do nuthin'... what are you talking about?"
"That is my family. Andy is fucking pissed."
"Why? Cuz I went to yoga with her? Dude..."
"C'mon man, don't fuckin' do this... just get your shit and leave."
"What!? What did he say?! Fuck that. I ain't leavin' cuz I didn't do shit and you'll see when we all talk about this..."
"There is no talking about it man. Just get your stuff and go."
"Hahaha, you're so fucking with me right now. Really, whats this all about?"
"Holy shit dude! I'm not fucking with you. Do you see my face? Do you hear my voice? That's my fucking family and you crossed the line! Get the fuck out!"
"Fuuuuuuuck youuuuu. First off, who told you whatever it is you think you know and what was it?! Ver-fucking-batim please, this is serious..." (Danielle walks into the room. Says nothing and stares at me. She is obviously on his side.)
"What, you're just going to stand there and not say anything? You owe me at least something... What is going on? You believe it too? Whatever it is?" She says nothing. Walks out of the room.
"Dude."
"Hey man, Andy's coming over and he does not want you here."
"Why is he coming over? Dude, let's just talk it out. I GUARAN-FUCKING-TEE that I didn't do anything! Why are we not calling her? She'll tell you... aw shit. Is she fucking crazy? Is she trying to get back at him? What's the answer to the crazy question?"
"I'm gonna start throwin' your shit out if you don't get in gear, man."
"Fuck you dude, no you're not." He starts walking towards my room. "Bro! What the fuck!?"
"I told you man, now stop being a fucking bitch and just deal with it."
"I cannot fucking believe you right now. I mean, really? Really!? I know you're family 'n all, but we hang more than you and him and shit, if its her telling you this, I mean, do I even have to say it?"
"What, 'bros before hoes'?"
I stare at him. "Are you telling me that you believe her over me?" Danielle walks in and walks up to me.
"I thought I knew you and your whole bachelor-life, single-guy shtick was funny and cute at first, but what the fuck!? You're fucking dead to me."
Shocked beyond words.
"I... I... haha haha, I can't even... I am... just astounded. I mean... am I in some bizzarro world? Are you punking me? Cuz this is gone too far if you are. C'mon you fuckers (jokingly), what's really good?! How long are you going to keep this up?"
He turns and walks into my room.
"Ah, haha, yeah, go get my shit and throw it out! That'll make it even MORE real! Like you didn't have enough negative vibes throwin' at me... shit, I didn't know you two were such good actors!"
He comes out of my room with my guitar and a pillow. "Hey man, what the fuck? (reaching at the guitar) stop messin' man!"
"No man, I am dead fucking serious." He throws it with complete disregard and I know he's not joking. As I stand there speechless, Andy's car rolls into the driveway. He gets out with 100% seriousness on his face.
"Dude, I swear to fucking God I did not do shit!" He walks right past me and into the house. Both of them come out with some of my shit in their arms. I try to block them with no avail.
"Are you goddamn fucking kidding me!? What is wrong with you fucking people!? You're not even together anymore! Its been years and even so, I did not even touch one single hair on her body! I can prove it!"
The larger-than-life Birch catches my eye. The tree-swing is changing into a baby's highchair. It swings furiously. The fucking cats are Cheshire one second and mutant rats the next. (I think to myself) "I am traa-rippin'!"
I rub my eyes and we're sitting around the fire pit. I have invisible chains locking me to the chair. I cannot move and can't talk. The words they're speaking are all muffled and incoherent. They're faces are shape-shifting from mutant to digital to melting paint and then poof, gone. The fire rages and I'm sweating. The house disappears and its just me in a backyard I've never seen. Or have I?
I am IN the tree... He appears in my eyes and whispers to me. "Just... let... go."
I yell, "Hey! No! I HAVE let go. Its YOU that hasn't let go! You're still playing..."
I AM the tree. "I can still talk? What is this!? We are all circlesssssssssssssssssss." The murmur concentric.
Celeste appears. "Haha, 'is Celeste short for Celestial?' really? Nice try buddy..."
I think she's just eggin' me on. Her smile is quirky and well, stellar really.
"Yeah, I mean, you shine like a star, so I just thought..."
She's gone. I am green.
I am just a leaf on your tree now. Hanging on for dear life.
"Don't let go of me. I am part of you. I need you. You need me!"
*the tree doesn't talk but I hear it speaking to me* "I need you for some time, yes, but you'll come back next season... just... LET. GO."
And not only did the act of detachment from the limb I had forever known seem to take forever, again, but the fall was, and is, even more. I see her face and she's innocent. Hope the wind doesn't come and take me away... oh, wait!
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