I had a tough night. I was worried and lay awake for what felt like hours. I refused to get up and take sleeping medicine, wanting to calm myself down. Each time I’d almost get to sleep, poor J would get restless or I’d have another sudden fearful thought and my stomach would jolt me awake again. Finally I began to get this warm feeling and sleep felt possible. I tried to focus on pleasant and relaxing thoughts, forgetting any intent, picturing myself doing yoga postures and lying down in a field, nestled in the grass among a herd of deer.
In the dream, I was with a class of older kids. They felt like my age or peers. I fell in with a couple of particularly misunderstood ones. One acted as my protector, intentionally or not, during a dangerous game of softball dodgeball. We were all grouped together, trying to avoid being hit. I saw a girl get hit in the face. I tried to hide as the boy who protected me and I nearly got hit. When he grabbed my hand, his hand left a sticky blue powder on my thumb. I kept rubbing at it with my fingers. Then it was over.
We all were to leave the bleachers and began walking down the aisles. I got pushed away from my protector and a second person I’d been keeping close to. I held up the crowd and waited for them. As we proceeded up the sidewalk, I realized we had somehow time jumped. We walked out to find we’d gone to some middle time, not the past and not a future we’d been to or seen either.
I was finding photos on the ground. I picked one up and took it to my protector and showed him. It all seemed relevant to him somehow, that the house we stood beside was his home. That seemed to resolve something, because I continued down the street alone.
I passed a small corner store and my first thought was to see if they were hiring. Because I’d been so worried about work and money, that made me lucid. It was a different lucidity than I’m used to. There was no break in the action. I was suddenly conscious in a slightly new way.
I realized I was dreaming and immediately remembered my intent to see energy, so even though I was in a crowd and it seemed risky, I started doing my energy seeing thing like I’d practiced. I began with inanimate things and had only a little luck. I saw something like a paisley blue green come up in a painting, but it was so faint that I wasn’t sure I’d seen it. I’d kept moving and it was now behind me.
So I started doing people. I walked through a dingy coffee shop arcade kind of store. My first hit was a hippie kid in some kind of Rastafarian shirt. As he walked past, I pointed at him and demanded to see his energy. He lit up like a Christmas tree. I was thrilled and surprised. I thought I could see him so well because he was high. He noticed me, too. Maybe it was the loud demanding that gave me away : )
I backed him up against a wall and tried to quietly tell him I see auras. My eyes felt a little crazy, like they were really wide trying to take everything in. He was delighted and asked me about it, so I began to tell him all about his colors, which seemed to be focused on his shirt. He had some aquarium colors (neon, brilliant glowing colors) on his back and some really white spots on his front with angled yellow forms.
Leaving him, I went on and saw another one, stripes of bright red color across the back of someone’s shoulders. I made my way through a weird mall. I felt like I’d been through there before. There were cheap vases and plain decorations. None of them gave me any reading. I was pointing at anything I walked by as there were no people around. The hall wound past someone I recognized and don’t especially like, which freaked me out and I went fast away.
The hall led into another, this one larger, with a rounded snaking path. This place was obviously very different. The walls and forms were sage green and white sculptures decorated the way. I thought it was a shop and museum. I found a curator I was supposed to have met earlier. He was sitting behind a large rounded desk at the center of the museum.
I made him nervous this time. I checked him out but he also saw me. We began talking and he was trying to suss me out. He was suspicious and a little fearful. I tried to deny that I’d seen anything. He insisted I look again. When I checked him again, his head was half covered in a strange powder. It looked like confetti and spilled over one side of his head and down the side of his face. The powder wasn’t brilliant. It was in three dull colors. I could only see them when I tried to see the energies.
The powder enabled him to see like I could see. I looked down at his hands. His fingers were webbed. Not just at the low joints, but up on higher ones, in one spot attaching the final joint of his pinky to his ring finger. The webbing was not continuous all the way down. I got the mixed feeling that he wanted and didn’t want me to see all of this.
A small boy, his grandson, approached. I looked down at him and realized I could see his future projected across the front of his shirt. They were going away somewhere, fishing. They were surrounded by ocean water, very blue. It all played across the boy’s front like on a tv. Then the guy seemed a little more afraid of me. Like I might tell someone. I didn’t sense he was dangerous, just hiding maybe. I wanted to show I wouldn’t be trouble. I said I was going up the road to somewhere familiar.
I remember I didn’t feel at all drained by all of this. I thought I could do it for a long time. Except I wasn’t sure where I was going or that there was anywhere to be. And I woke.