Dreams From The Trip and Return

i dreamed i had to cross the land of the dead. a dark, cloudy, forbidding place. it was my childhood street but ominous and, i don’t want to say evil but that’s as close as i can get to what i mean. i had someone with me and i could feel that whatever was there all around us was closing in and that this was my fault, i was susceptible to it or letting it in because i am so arbitrary.
so i put my hands in prayer position and began to pray and all the dark pictures in my head of old gravestones etc fell away and the clouds parted and the sun and lovely puffy clouds of the blue sky peeked thru and took over. i raised my prayer hands high overhead and smiled, beaming up at the sky and said : ) thank you!!

i dreamed i was with a girl with small almost cornrow braids and she began to shave her head from the crown in a long, slow spiral.

i dreamed i was with the family of a bald boy. they were all discussing his head and the fact that ppl stare and make assumptions. i asked to share my opinion and told them that wasn’t it far more important to explore why they cared what anyone thought, that the stares were an opportunity to become more self-aware, they should question themselves why it bothered them so and that maybe there were some underlying issues they needed to address.

i was observing a man who was attempting to resurrect a dead god. he had a great golden yellow sarcophagus floating in a calm lake. he knelt behind the head of it and began to blow into the throat chakra area. the box was covered in what looked like veiny splatters of red and blue paint. as he chanted and breathed into it, the paint began to run and pool in a hollow at the base of the throat. this was a sign that his efforts were working. when he lifted his head to chant again, the man’s mouth and chin were running with red and blue.
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i dreamed i was flying with jacka1z . Yes music was playing in the sky.

i dreamed i filled my underpants with sugar.

i dreamed i was being smothered by j2. later in that dream i was frustrated because i didn’t want to spend my vacation on other planets until i realised i didn’t have to go.
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i dreamed i was walked to a fast, deep little stream where there were dozens and dozens of whitish shapes floating. they were bird’s eggs and i was charged with walking knee deep into the cold waters and turning each one over so that it would survive.

i dreamed i was fighting the dead. they were called zombies but they weren’t exactly. they did have their faces painted in light brown around their eyes and mouths to give themselves a ghoulish appearance.
then i was climbing up a mountainside, much like the ones in the cumberland gap area. i had my staff with me. i was headed toward grandfather mountain in order to leave an offering. i began to see things in my mind. i was speaking to an elderly indian man, who may have been the mountain personified. i don’t recall what he said. i had some interesting powers. i may have done some very short bouts of flying. i could See ahead and avoid dangers on the trail.
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i dreamed i was a woman about my age at a clinic about to take samples from herself for testing. while there she recognises/is recognised by a former lover. she and this woman had a terrible and long breakup they call the divorce and it lasted three months. there was a child involved, a little girl now about eight. there were many hard feelings. it felt as if the other woman had had a personal struggle (possibly drugs? something related?) and it made her resentful and made the process of splitting much harder and more painful than it otherwise would have been. the woman i inhabited was still deeply in love with this woman and had been all along in the way that ppl can be but can see is futile and so they set it aside. when they see each other in this hospital place, my woman/i hesitates, she doesn’t want to intrude. the other doesn’t. she approaches and apologizes immediately for all that happened. then we embrace in a very long and loving hug. she is much shorter than i and has long brown/blonde hair. her body feels so small but she fits right in against me and i feel very much at home and at peace finally that everything is ok. the little girl plays nearby and she is in her own world of play but she’s jumping about and very happy as well.

then i dreamed i was with a family of strangers. they all kept changing. they may have been asian at first, then others came and there were all sorts of ppl present. there was a sad waiter boy, a big kid but still a kid, and i flirted with him to make him feel happier. i sat down at a big shared table and family members came and went. i ended up talking with the men of the families and the young sons. i didn’t speak much but all the relating i did was with the men. i was teaching and teasing the smallest boy. oh! there was a wonderful little black girl about three years old. i played with her. and a boy who was being asked to learn the piano. i was going to suggest at the right time that i could help him get started. he was unsure about playing. his father wanted him to be a concert-level musician. and there was an elderly black man, sharp when he came in and fun. we exchanged many knowing looks about the others. a white man in his late twenties who was full of false bravado that hid a deep angst. two young black boys, brothers. one in a superhero costume. : )
i interacted with them all and we made one another very happy. the only one i didn’t feel a need to reach was the father of the black family. he was a very striving and materialistic person. i wasn’t judging who he was, it just felt intuitively that i wasn’t connected to him or being pointed in that direction.
then there began a series of embraces with these men and boys. nothing sexual, very healing and loving exchanges. some got strength from them and moved on. some broke down and i began to collect and stay with them. the white man had the hardest time, dropping to the floor and sobbing in the most heartwrenching way. it was like drawing bad things out of them but with no effort or agenda. the ones who hurt the most remained in a pile with me, in a sort of community hug. the men seeming to be ok with their close proximity. i was crying and had to explain that it wasn’t from happiness or sadness, it just was. we were packed up to drive somewhere and still three of us remained in constant body contact. i watched the old man closely. he had grown still and gone inside himself. and i was shown he was about to die, was somewhere else in his mind, walking a place he knew, and i shouldn’t interrupt. i could see what he saw and i started crying again. explaining again that i wasn’t sad because i knew death wasn’t the end but i wasn’t happy either. how it was simply Was. and i held their heads close and closed my eyes and the dream ended.

and one last one where some dogs and at least one fuzzy white bunny with very sharp teeth played a joke on me.

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