kids, car, naked moles, crabs

In the backyard, twilight, I'm drawn to our car which is parked on the lawn. In the back seat there are three babies, perhaps 8months old, two black, one white, all wrapped securely in blankets. Someone has left them there for us to find and adopt. Or at least deal with.

Sandy walks over and circles to the other side of the car. I reach in to pick one up but discover that it is a naked mole rat inside a plastic baggie. It's very active in the baggie and disturbingly resembles a penis. I set it down in some disgust and pick up another one, which is discovered to be a very active small crab that pinches my fingers through its baggie.

No more, but that was enough.

more mystic geography

Another one last night. Early parts of it are lost, but it ended with me floating down a cool broad river in darkness. No danger, everything still and deep in the midnight hush. I can barely discern any details on the shore or in the distance, but I'm aware of passing a large car parked half in the water on my right. I bump against a rock in the shallow water and rise, standing, from the water. In the far distance I see black hills just visible against the black sky. There are scattered lights--houses? fires?--on the hillsides and, arching over all in the vast darkness above, the galaxy swirls through the heavens. Peace fills the air.

I am grateful for these dreams.

Water into the ocean and all home free

This is written in a time of emotional distress. Nothing like angst to juice the dream machine. Though this dream happened two nights ago I think it was important and I want to get it down.

I'm driving down a road by the ocean. In the car with me are three or four small children. The ocean is on my right. Ahead of me there are mighty cliffs with water roaring over them into the sea--imagine Iquazu or Niagra magnified a hundred times, as though the land had just this moment risen from the waves and was spilling the ocean from its back. The smashing water throws up great clouds of iridescent spray that catch and refract the sunshine. The sight is sublime and magnificent.

I stop the car so that the children can play on the small sandy beach between the road and the water--our location is still far from the cliffs. I am dazzled by the light and the tumult.

This is a fine example of something I dream of regularly: a magical landscape lit by a mystical light. Also, water and its release associated with small children. I can't help but think back to an emotionally significant dream when I was last in therapy involving a dam and my mother. Interesting word, that, dam. In the dream I'm recording today the water flows in glorious release and the children play happily. And this after a painful day with S opening and closing emotional gates.

Every man an artist in the great invisible.

Busy little undermind strikes again

Dreamed I created a comic book character named Captain Demise-O.