My Dream

dream

I had a dream last night and I want to share it because well, most of my dreams vacillate between violent and very violent . . .  and this one was ‘Sound Of Music’ wonderful for me. . . . almost like a vision quest. . . damn, if I was an Indian I would know it was time to leave the mountain . . .

I wrote it all down in a couple minutes and only edited enough so my daughter could understand it. . . . . anyways

DREAM

I was with friends , , , Wally, Tom and many others on their farm . . . .the police came and broke up the party and I began to fly away  . . . for a while I stuck around doing different things and showing off until I met a lady and lingered for awhile with her (I believe I carried her for a bit as I was flying around) . . . but later I headed off on my journey home

I wasn’t positive where I was going and ran into various groups of people along the way . . .the first group was pretty nice, they were awestruck that I could fly . . .. then as I left one area and began across a great deep canyon a preacher standing below and behind me began warning me that “ YOU  CAN”T GO THERE or you will die” . . . . then a little kid grabbed onto me and I lowered him to to the ground and took off across the valley after another little kid pointed the way to where I wanted to go . . .  across the valley and over the far away mountain . . .

I entered another rather ugly place (like a basement with no ceiling)  where I was mocked by a preacher and clung onto by various freaky people . . . it was unpleasant there and I finally got away . . . .

I began to soar high across a deep and beautiful valley and play in flight . . . as I almost reached the mountain I somehow got mixed into a small bunch of houses where I saw a large ugly man with a rifle and heard him say how much he hated me and that he was going to shoot me down if I kept  flying . . . I knew he was serious and I think I landed and sat on a rock contemplating on what to do . . . .

I then woke up in a deep sweat believing that for some reason I had just been healed from some kind of sickness. I changed my shirt, took the dog out, and am now sitting here in my Lazy Boy feeling stoned strange, like I’m only half here . . . ..

When I was flying the land beneath me was stunningly beautiful . . . when I was amongst the various peoples it was not so much so (it seemed the places the people lived were in direct relation to them) . . . th place where the 2nd preacher lived was ugly, as was the place of the guy with the gun . . . but the preachers was ugliest…

Thing is I didn’t get away from the guy with the gun . . . I was sitting on a rock and he was in his house yelling at somebody like his wife about how much he hated me when I woke up sweaty with the situation unresolved . . .

The first preacher thought the valley was too deep and wide and was concerned for my well being . . .

the second (priest?) was much more diabolical and he hated the fact that I was flying.  

The third guy (don’t know if he was a preacher or not) truly wanted to kill me . . . and it all had to do with my flying ability and where I was going . . .

Wierd huh?

One comment

  1. Being a novice, I’m just going to try to explain a Hidden ANXIETY. I suspect your ancient SOUL was damned by Priests once, long, long ago (when they weren’t very nice). Your Guide tried to warn you (who was helping children etc. as usual) when you came across Jealousy & Bitterness. I bet Priests of HELL & DAMNATION, and their kin, would/will never be able to fly. JOB’s-comforter gives Fantasy Temptation dreams (it’s not a Sin, but don’t let it replace the real thing and don’t tease your Loved one with it), also Germ-Warfare’s Nightmares. Now and again a buried ANXIETY Memory surfaces to be dismissed or Dealt with. It seems to me that you’re driven to deal with it.

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