Owls (Without Roosters)
i had a hilarious/bizarre dream, a sort of eyes wide shut scenario. first i was at work in the old farmhouse and the girls were up tho it was dark out. they weren’t my focus, tho. i was watching out one of their bedroom windows as someone down in the yard set a large bird loose and sent it up and over the house. i watched it fly to and over me and saw it was a lovely deer-tan color with a white face.
we were then in or taken to a church, into a long toom like a large livingroom/study in an old stone building. there were a lot of strangers there and we were being instructed in scientology. i was trying to be on my best behavior since it was a work function, but inside i was rolling my eyes and wishing it were over.
a lot of odd things were happening. one of the few i marked as special was that as i came into the room, there was a very nervous and delicate girl in white and with pale pale skin who was to perform (sing). she turned into a deer and i approached her to pat her and let her know it was ok. she licked my hand. i watched that the naughty girls were kept away from her.
the color red figured prominently. i should have recorded this the other day because my recall has slipped.
the best part was the finale. an older man was indoctrinating a boy behind me and i had my back up about them, listening without trying, unable to block them out. and i hear the boy say something about ok, bring me the amphetamines. i turned around, fully alice now and in humorous disbelief, like FINALLY an excuse to call out all of this bullshit. i turned around and was in the center of the room. i said, What the Fuck?! loudly and laughed. amphetamines?! and then he asked for the cocaine. and i said Cocaine!?! and i laughed the most happy sort of laugh and shook my head and said, i’m out of here, and i woke myself up.
damn…if only they’d wanted to bring out the acid!
i haven’t had an “important” dream in some time now. i have, however, had some very interesting ones. one about an old boss/family friend, the most conservative of older men, who in the dream had an incredible mohawk and lovely chain nose ring. i was totally in love but his wife had discovered our affair and was making him pay. we were no longer allowed to be alone together and she’d told the children, so everyone was unhappy with my presence, tho i was still expected to work there. it was sad at the end when i went to say i was leaving and he was too afraid of her to acknowledge me. i went to the wife and formally asked permission to have a last moment with him but he was too afraid to be real about it and i was ashamed of him/for him. i walked out into the most bizarre setting. sort of a technicolor storm full of…were they little ppl? and then tornadoes coming again.
last night i got to spend being the girlfriend of augusten burroughs and being menaced by his biker friend and a neighbor’s cat, who was built like a rottweiler. the dreams are still neat in that they’re so detailed and time seems linear, that there are boring times and mundane things that need to be done, still, like a second life.
as i said, just mildly interesting entertaining stuff. unless i’m working out some inner issues that i don’t realise. i’m sure my dreaming would revert if i’d get back into the five elements, but the time hasn’t been right for that yet. i hope that will change soon.
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