Associations and Non-descript Knowledge

Very strange dreams, At one point was in "NC" standing on a hill with my dad, yelling across a huge valley to tell my brother and some other people working that Dinner was ready.  There were people on the next hill riding horses, or something, as if they were on some kind of stilts.  They were working in a way that benefitted my family farm.  Then, a Ford mustang tried to pass through the little wooden shed I was in, coming up the stairs, turning right twice and barely squeezing past me.  I thought how funny that this rural mountain community din't have better roads.  As I went down the hill, I was holding onto William P, who was walking on huge stilts, and we were walking through a down town area where the ground had been dug down four stories, and you could see four underground levels on the buildings and sky scrapers that surrounded us.  As we walked over a big dug out area where many workers were, he  told me some kind of secret…. I tied my pubic hair in a knot, and he said, thats the first thing I did when I learned this information too.

At one point I was in some kind of club.  There were two boxes of tea.  One was Zac's, and one was Jill's.  I figured they probably wouldn't notice if I made myself some tea.  Then everyone showed up.  I was trying to explain to Erin K about this tobacco paste, or some other sticky brown paste that people rubbed on cigarettes.  Gregorio G showed up, and everyone (Jill and others) was eating a big plate of beans and greens and rice that I had made.  Gregorio was talking about how he was getting so many clients by being a part of this community.  I told him, I was glad for him, and also new, that I was benefiting even more.

Earlier I had been walking across a big concrete expanse the day after homecoming at a major University. I though how ironic that I never party with people but do find myself up early walking through the mess they leave.  There was some sense that I was trying to participate more than I did the last time through college.

Ben Peck was going to the University and there was some discussion about his studies.  His mom had some expectation for him.  He seemed to be doing very well at meeting this.

Three dreams, difficult to remember.

Was at some kind of large event.  HArd to remember the details, but a sense that there were many people that I respect there.  At some point I stepped outside when George got there.   We went and sat down at a pick nick table on the side of the building.  J was very busy and had scheduled 4 massages.  She had painted a symbolic calendar in big artistic looking symbols with dark colors.

I went out to the front yard of a big old house on a hill.  I had been doing some gardening and growing vegetables in the front yard.  There was something interesting about the soil, a certain feeling to it.  Charged, but not entirely pure.

I pulled up the pickup truck at "my house" which was a farm.  There were lots of people there.  I had Sadie.  Uncle JJ was there and wanted to let Sadie and his horses run and play.  I was concerned about having Sadie off leash because she might bite someone.  I went into the house and found a choke chain, that was pretty useless to me.

Some Strange and Various Travels

Dreamed that I was taking a picture of a shaman reflected in a mirror.  Then went and started talking to Mao.  Realized that we had been friends and associates in a past life.  Long history of adventure.  His phone rang, and he started talking to his son.  As I was on the way out, I grabbed a pinch of doe white granules that were in a bowl.  I was very aware of the taste, and it filled me with a nostalgia.

Earlier I had been walking up a sidewalk along the side of a park with Alex, and Kaya.  We had been smoking schwag.  We were walking with 2 other people.  One was Matthew T from ceremony.  They pulled out there weed and it was bright red and glowing.  Then through the night came a delivery truck, blaring cumbia music.  It was decked out with christmas lights and psychedelic elements like the busses in D.F.  My awareness followed him down the street as the truck turned.  I was aware of the driver, and that he worked nights.  That he had a family.  What he looked like.  I was thinking that the low bass that (sub woofers) that I hear late a night is not from boom cars all the time, but actually from trucks like this.

I walked up a long hill.  Past someone (a landlord?) who i had a conflictive history with, but was now on good terms with.  She was raking leaves.  I kept going higher up the hill, and walked up to a party.  I was in AVL.  This was a party of the AVL's successful.  Hip business owners and the like.  A guy came up to me and greeted me in a foreign language.  He said "blahblah ajo".  I don't remember the first part, but recognizing "Ajo", I assumed it was a Native American language.  He informed me that it was hindi.  He seemed to be from Israel, and honestly I didn't trust him entirely.

Earlier I had had a very strange dream.  I was in a shower at a locker room with lists of other men, (although I'm not sure I really had a body) and they were talking about their penis'.  On of them was uncircumcised and they were having a conversation about it, but the penis grew and undulated like an earth worm.  It wasn't disturbing, just strange.

A Movie at the Greyhound Station.

I was at the bus station with J.  We were on our way to Omaha to visit my family, and were waiting for a bus somewhere in the middle.  There was along line in the lobby and a long wait.  Luckily they had a movie theatre in the back.  Some 70s movie like the kind they used to play on channel 9 when I was a kid was playing, and the room was filled with mostly black people.  J was seated when I walked in the room.  Because there wasn't a seat next to her, we got up and moved down the row.  We were blocking some peoples  view of the screen, and I pulled out a chair for here and then sat down…. Wait… There was puke all over her chair.  Luckily she didn't sit down, I warned her in time, but I got puke all over my hands.  I walked back out into the lobby.  I went to the desk.  The first guy I saw helped someone else, but another guy walked up and was like "can I help you?"  I explained the situation saying, that it was a human trap, because it looked like a chair, but there was puke in, it, but the natural human exaction was to sit down in the puke.  I was very angry.  He calmly took me to the rest room, where I washed my hands.  As I washed my hands I began to feel better.  I actually started singing to my self, and wondering how we were going to make it to Omaha.  Where would we eat when we got there.  Was there a coop?  I realized we had a car, and so could drive down our selves.  The bus station employee had been patiently waiting for  me the whole time I had been washing my hands, again and again.  I finally felt clean and I told him thanks.  He then grabbed some clueing products from the back of the men's rest room and headed out to clean up the puke.  I went back into the theatre.   J had found a seat in the bak row, and was scrunched in sideways, trying to get comfy so she could rest even sleep.

Earlier I had gone to her house.  We had separated, and I had gone to see the kids, though I still loved her.  I was afraid she had a new man in her life.  When I got there the kids were running around.  I love them but I wanted to see her.  I went to the back bath room, and she came out.  She didn't have a new boyfriend, at least that I could see.  I was relieved and wanted so much to get back together.  We talked.

Barefeet on Concrete, so Vivid

Last night the dreams were very vivid from the earliest I remember I was on a street, and I had a childs tennis racket.  Someone was hitting tennis balls long, and I tried to retrieve it.  I didn't have the hand eye coordination to hit the ball.  An old woman came out of here house like (what is all that noise).  I was barefoot walking across the city with Misha now.  There was some kind of event going on, people everywhere.  We ducked into a friends house, someone we new slightly from South High.  I talked to her and even though she was not physically beautiful, I made an effort to let her know that I valued her presence as a divine human being.  I said we should hang out at a coffee shop or something.  I tried to put on my shoes to leave, they were new fancy sandals with string attached on the soul.  I was concerned they would break…. They must have broke because then I left, carrying Edwin out onto the street barefoot.  It was like Bloomington and Lake and the street was all eaten up from construction.  My feet hurt on the hardness of the concrete, with every step.  I had to be very mindful with each step looking where I place my foot.  Extremely vivid.

Then we found J.  We reminisced on when we first meant and then began to make love.  I was very cautious to go slow so we didn't orgasm.  And we made beautiful love, and didn't go over the edge.  At one point James and Matthew Tabaka walked by outside with a big group.  They were right outside our window, only separated by a screen.  I pulled a blanket over me and Jaina so they would look in and see us.

Earlier I had been in a big condo, maybe my parents.  Cousin Tanya was there in the prime of her beauty and she had rotweiler puppy.  Aunt  Susie and grandma Dorris showed up.  There was some dynamic, but I can't put my finger on it now.

William, Stoma, and Yoji

I was driving my truck through the trails at mini haha falls with the intention of filling up water at a spigot in the woods.  A park ranger informed me that I couldn't drive in the falls.  I tried to convince him to let me, but he wouldn't say yes.  I noticed there was a pipe with water coming out in the rangers office, and I pushed it back onto a shelf (it had been pouring onto the floor. (in protest)

The madness started, when William was demonstrating, how he could hang from one foot, from a trailer house that was tipped on its front end and rose upwards like a mini sky scraper.  I was up there with him, as well as some other students, and it was making me very nervous.  I kept looking down, and was sitting on the bumper, which swayed as I moved, and the whole set up felt horribly wrong.

At some point the whole contraption turned into a hot air balloon, and the whole group lifted off and flew over a park, with people like my neighbors in Lynhurst, who ooohed and ahhhh'd.   It became Stoma who was the teacher and I realized that he had requested a hot air balloon.

I was in some kind of post war anarchy, with someone like Stephen cox, and he was looking at out lawed video games, we were on a boardwalk by the ocean.  I tried not to look at the games thinking they must be either extremely violent or pornographic, but I was a bit curious.  Jaina came down a long narrow set of apartment stairs that led down to the street, and I went up with her.  She told me that she had taken 5 pills.  I was concerned for her, but she said she felt great and seemed really animated.  She was preparing a bath.

I walked down the hall a bit, saw Stephen Cox.  I was in a big school or university building with a front desk.  I realized I had my Berimbau.  It had a red chord attached to the bottom.  I walked down the hall, past a class that Stoma was teaching, and he commented about how I was holding a string instrument from Afghanistan.  I walked into a classroom, and Yoji had assembled a group of Capoeiristas and was giving a very motivational speech.  He had just come back from a trip to Bahia and was inspired.  I remember wondering how long that would last.  Then we were getting ready to play in a roda.  I didn't have the right close, but was wearing green army parachute pants over a pair of camo-sweat pants.  I wondered if I would have enough mobility.

At One point earlier I had been in a big class room.  And Jill Paquin was there, and I thought of here kindly, but she didn't speak to me at all, but at one point we were told to sit in a circle, and apparently I was sitting next to her friend, so I moved over to make space for her.

The Guru and Breathing Water.

was driving a motorcycle through the city.  Came to an icy parking lot where many people were standing around.  My wheels spun on the ice, and I basically got out and started pushing.  A young child came and started touching the back wheel saying "cool".  I was afraid he would get hurt so I kept telling him to move away.  His dad, and some other people came up aggressively mad at the way I was talking to him.  I was so angry.  Then I stopped and looked at them.  They shrunk down to being a foot and half tall and the dream went totally 3D lucid style.  I said " I know who you are, you are the Guru".  They laughed and agreed, and then vanished.

I had been wandering with George and MAx, but we were back home.  I felt a longing to be accepted by Max.  He couldn't hang out because so many other people demanded his attention.  We stood sheltered from the rain in an entrance to some strange building, by an roofed parking lot.

Later I lead him through a "campus" an old run down mansion where George taught, there were academic things stashed everywhere.

I was swimming with friends and family at a big river cut in steep rock with waterfalls everywhere.  I was doing headstand underwater when I realized I could breathe underwater.  I showed others.  They were amazed.  Finally I was asked to demonstrate in front of a group of suits in a hotel, face down in the sink.  No problem.  I knew it was because I was slightly stuffy that the water released air which I could breathe.