tree at night

Deep night.  I'm in a bare-branched tree, high above the ground, reclining on a branch with no sense of threat.  The limbs of the tree are dark against the night sky, which is filled with a semi-regular pattern of small clouds.  The clouds are dark gray, blue-purple against the nearly black sky.  They are luminous is this somber register.  A young black woman is behind/below me in the tree, both of us naked.  She reaches one hand around my chest and rubs one nipple in a decidedly erotic manner.  I wake. 

More mystic light on water.

Last night dreamed of R.  She was standing at a distance from me in a field of bright green grass that grew 3 or 4 feet high.  Behind her the land dropped away as a massive cliff down to the ocean.  The light was cloudy/bright, saturating the colors.  In the far distance down the coastline I could see an island covered with many large buildings, almost like a castle or fort.  The sunset was behind it, so that the island and the structures were silhouetted.  The contrast of sunset and silhouette made the island seem to glow.

I approached her and saw that she had gained a lot of weight.  Her face was garishly made-up, with bright red rouge spots on her cheeks. 

 "Are you surveying your domain," I asked, somewhat ironically as I pointed to the island, which I knew to be her home.  She didn't reply, but I could now she that she was weeping.

"What's wrong," I asked.

"No one likes me," she said, and turned her face away.

After some confusion I found myself lying the ground beside her.  We kissed a bit, and I remember kissing her neck. 

That's all, but on waking it felt like the dream was in the 'mystic light on water' category.  Not last night but the night before I remember wishing I could have another dream like that before falling asleep.

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.

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?

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.