1.11.2012
helicopter landing
Landed twice in a helicopter last night--maybe the President's helicopter?--both times the landing was jarring. Later went to the truck but found that the back half of it was missing.
11.13.2010
another mystic light
Driving on a narrow road I realize that I've wandered off and into a field beside the road. The field is grassy and wet, with deep puddles covering most of it. I turn the car around and head back to the road. When I do, I see that the sky is dark with clouds but directly in front and above me there is an opening through which a bright light pours. The puddles in the field are illuminated with shiny reflections. I grab my camera and try to take a picture of the light but the clouds close again before I can get the picture composed. Nevertheless a very positive feel about the experience.
This is another one of the mystic light in an expanse of nature dreams. Oddly, they often involve a car. Am I trying to remember something? Could there be a specific experience behind these dreams? Each time they happen I feel that something significant is taking place, but beyond my understanding.
This afternoon I walked in the Bot Garden and spent half an hour or so sitting beside the river on a boulder, just listening to the nature sounds and enjoying the warm afternoon. The sense of peace felt related to last night's dream.
How can I get more of this?
This is another one of the mystic light in an expanse of nature dreams. Oddly, they often involve a car. Am I trying to remember something? Could there be a specific experience behind these dreams? Each time they happen I feel that something significant is taking place, but beyond my understanding.
This afternoon I walked in the Bot Garden and spent half an hour or so sitting beside the river on a boulder, just listening to the nature sounds and enjoying the warm afternoon. The sense of peace felt related to last night's dream.
How can I get more of this?
5.02.2010
Elephants from the land of the dead
Fragments from much greater complexity, but here's what I have:
I'm on the roof of a mobile home with someone else. I hear crying coming from inside and know that it is a younger Z, maybe 6 years old. I try to get down from the roof and help him, but there is a precipice next to the mobile home. Next scene, I half wake up and wonder if Z is, at that exact moment, unhappy about something in daily life. Slipping back into a dream, I find myself perched on the top of his yellow house, trying to guard him from I don't know what, something like Batman. After a bit this seems creepy and I move to the driveway. I begin to send a positive white energy field around the house. Some force tries to suck the good energy away, but I increase the intensity and, like a firehose, it is too much for the bad force. It is vanquished. I extend my energy field to S lying beside me and L in San Francisco. All is well.
Next part. I've been back asleep for a few hours. I dream that I am in a Mexican? South American? mountain village, staying in a cheap hotel. I leave the hotel and enter the house next door. Once inside it is revealed to be infinite in length, like a dark dusty horse arena. In the far distance I see a parade of elephants approaching. But not normal elephants, these are enormous, twenty times the usual size. As they get closer I see that they are decked out in spectacular adornments, like a circus elephant. Somehow I know that they come from the land of the dead. (The day before S and I had passed a funeral cortege, complete with a horse drawn hearse. I had taken pictures of the horses.)
I walk back outside and find a family of peasants trying to make a garden in the street. They have brought in dirt to half-cover the cobblestones. A woman and a small child work the soil. The father, a wiry middle-aged man who smokes a cigarette, speaks to me in Spanish, then French. He says: "Now you're finally alive."
I wake.
I'm on the roof of a mobile home with someone else. I hear crying coming from inside and know that it is a younger Z, maybe 6 years old. I try to get down from the roof and help him, but there is a precipice next to the mobile home. Next scene, I half wake up and wonder if Z is, at that exact moment, unhappy about something in daily life. Slipping back into a dream, I find myself perched on the top of his yellow house, trying to guard him from I don't know what, something like Batman. After a bit this seems creepy and I move to the driveway. I begin to send a positive white energy field around the house. Some force tries to suck the good energy away, but I increase the intensity and, like a firehose, it is too much for the bad force. It is vanquished. I extend my energy field to S lying beside me and L in San Francisco. All is well.
Next part. I've been back asleep for a few hours. I dream that I am in a Mexican? South American? mountain village, staying in a cheap hotel. I leave the hotel and enter the house next door. Once inside it is revealed to be infinite in length, like a dark dusty horse arena. In the far distance I see a parade of elephants approaching. But not normal elephants, these are enormous, twenty times the usual size. As they get closer I see that they are decked out in spectacular adornments, like a circus elephant. Somehow I know that they come from the land of the dead. (The day before S and I had passed a funeral cortege, complete with a horse drawn hearse. I had taken pictures of the horses.)
I walk back outside and find a family of peasants trying to make a garden in the street. They have brought in dirt to half-cover the cobblestones. A woman and a small child work the soil. The father, a wiry middle-aged man who smokes a cigarette, speaks to me in Spanish, then French. He says: "Now you're finally alive."
I wake.
8.25.2009
Nelson, Willie
It's been a while since I posted a dream, but this one was so entertaining that I'm going to post it.
S and I are attending a Willie Nelson concert in a surprisingly low rent auditorium without many people in the audience. We're setting on the front row. The ceiling, which is pretty high above our heads, has multiple rectangular holes where cardboard boxes have been inserted halfway through. Like weird cardboard crystals poking out of the ceiling. Willie stops playing and climbs stairs at the back of the stage which take him above the ceiling. He removes the cardboard boxes from the holes and throws them at the audience through the holes until all are gone. They all fall directly on me, though I don't think there's anything personal about it and they are easily deflected. But then Willie can be see through one hole unzipping his pants and lying down across the opening, so that his penis is dangling through it. I think: it's Nelson's willie! and I wake up laughing.
S and I are attending a Willie Nelson concert in a surprisingly low rent auditorium without many people in the audience. We're setting on the front row. The ceiling, which is pretty high above our heads, has multiple rectangular holes where cardboard boxes have been inserted halfway through. Like weird cardboard crystals poking out of the ceiling. Willie stops playing and climbs stairs at the back of the stage which take him above the ceiling. He removes the cardboard boxes from the holes and throws them at the audience through the holes until all are gone. They all fall directly on me, though I don't think there's anything personal about it and they are easily deflected. But then Willie can be see through one hole unzipping his pants and lying down across the opening, so that his penis is dangling through it. I think: it's Nelson's willie! and I wake up laughing.
4.10.2009
What kind of fool am I?
Classic anxiety dream: on stage but I've forgotten my lines. Someone just off stage--the director?--is looking on with disapproval. I'm playing the Fool, maybe in Lear, but looking more like Falstaff. I twirl around and look at the ground, belled jester's cap on my head. Wake with, of course, anxiety.
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