The Wilderness House of the God Pt1

The Wilderness OMFG..... 

Was at a fire down on a plane..... there was a crescent moon and many people dancing, offering austerities.... There was a legend about a god or immortal or someone who lived beyond but wandered the planes around there.... I walked off into the dark in the third person, and encountered a bear. I looked right into its eyes, from about 20 feet a way and then snuck into some arbor vitae bushes..... Kept walking. The god was a huge bald man who offered incredible and disturbing austerities to the gods.... He hunted and sacrificed huge animals to the gods..... He had an underground place, at the back of which was a bathtub covered with blood..... There was a spirit guide following me, protecting me.... it was the bear. He followed me into the basement as I discovered.... I was with a young man with black hair and a strong back. We stumbled up[on the gore of the gods sacrifices.... We grabbed machetes from the floor, terrified to encounter the god, who we now feared like a deranged psycho killer.... We climbed up the stairs of the 2 story underground home. I called to the bear who had hidden in a big tub and put a lid over his head..... We walked up to the surface.... but the paradigm was different... I was no longer afraid.... I had been a guest. The god was home.... As I walked out onto the surface he called up.... the river has risen. Outside the vast plane that I had walked through was covered with water. The parch red earth had become rich clay and strange creatures swam through the clay.... They were some physical, some spiritual creatures, they were prehistoric, and mythical, but totally real and they lived in this wilderness. This place was called the wilderness.... My friend and I were wrapped in mad max post apocalyptic clothing, camouflage sweatshirt, bandanna across my face, machetes 2 slung over my shoulder.... and I walked out into the mud swollen with water and life.... Beautiful music played, the sky glowed red..... The sensual feeling of the mud was intoxicating.... But I found myself getting deeper.... and deeper.... until all earth fell away from me and I was swimming in a blood red sea. Prehistoric giants swam beneath my feet.... The sky was vast and the wind was strong... I swam.... When I saw Marcus Harcus at the bow of a catamaran (one of those sailboats with 2 hulls....) It was very water world. He was with his mother, who was a wise woman, and very sharp... they swooped on me and picked me up, and my young friend too. The moment was epic, like a scene from an adventure fantasy movie.....

The Spinning Machine and other Lucid Dreams

Woke up at Midnight and began meditating... Did the mula bandha engage meant on 4 separate occasions.... Listened to the nada on and off, succeeded in finally getting to a place of very quiet mind.... Expressed total surrender in to the infinite and a deep gnawing hunger for the divine, but released attachment to having any kind of experience like the previous nights. After an hour, I got up, went to the bathroom and then got dressed and went up to my office. I laid out a mat and pillows for shavaasana, laid down, covered myself with two sheets and meditated more... All in all I would assume I was meditating about 3 hours but I have no Idea.... I heard the nada, particularly loud, but didn't get transported in to the vortex. I felt my awareness shift to various states of consciousness....Finally was listening to the nada, and it seemed to pull me in not like the vortex, but just the pure sound of it got louder and louder..... 1. Suddenly I was standing on top of a truck... Completely Lucid Dream, I knew I was dreaming and the world spread around me almost as real as the physical world..... The wind whipped through my hair, I look behind the truck and see a series of overpasses... There is another trucker driving a different direction, I see him in the cab of his truck and marvel at how lucid and convincing this dream is.... The truck I am riding on starts to veer off onto a dirt road. I must have become unconscious because.... 2. Then I was at CorePower and they had some new crazy machine that spins you. There was no one in the lobby except Jaina so I got inside it and started to spin me.... It started out gentle enough, but then started spinning faster and faster, and then a vortex opened up in my third eye, that was all white light, and every cell in my body was whipping... and It was so intense that I thought I couldn't take it, but I didn't know any more how to turn the machine off because now it was pitch black except for the lights in my third eye, so I pressed into my feet, and let go. 3. I realized that I was back lying on my back on the floor of my office where I had been meditating... The Nada had become disturbingly loud.... I had my eyes closed, but I could hear something tapping in the room... It was getting louder and louder.... I opened my eyes and the room was lit with eerie light, and there were two disembodied malls tapping on the wall of the room.... Everything was alive type feeling, a bit over whelming... I just laid on the floor realizing that kundalini had awakened, just like I'd wanted, but now it was insane, and I was apprehensive.... I didn't succumb to fear though, just wondered how I would function in the world with all the noises raging in my ear.... 4. I heard my alarm faintly and realized I had left it down stairs on the kitchen table.... I got up, said namaste, as I looked left I saw through the window that the neighbors had their lights on and I could see into their house. I walked down the stairs dark hallway and then the stairs very carefully.... I walked down to the kitchen, but now there was someone sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea. At first I thought it was Jaina, but it wasn't. It was a woman with an India accent.... I walked over to look at a picture next to the half bath. It was a black and white of an old man and looked to be from the early 1900s... He told me that it was best to not talk about these experiences... To keep them secret and not even tell Dr. Parker. I went over and sat on the floor by the fridge and the woman came over and sat next to me. She had a young face, but seemed very very old in the authoritative way that she talked. She was telling me something, and the rushing vortex feeling began reeling in my body again. I don't remember what she was saying, but she was very calm, and very articulate, and I remember that the sound of here voice was very clear and audible, I could hear the tone, and texture. I realized this must be a dream and so I lay back on the kitchen floor to meditate and in surrender and closed my eyes, and darkness surrounded me. She climbed on top of me and merged into my body, the whole time explaining what she was doing and what was happening to me. It was not lustful or sexual but had the intensity of the vortex. As she merged with my body the feeling became even stronger Like in the spinning machine at core power. It was so intense that it hurt.... I can't remember where, but I remember thinking, I want this to feel good, and be healthy for my body, but it seems its not entirely.... 5. I realized I was now late to teach the Friday morning class in Edina.... I got up to rush out the door, but my Aunts were all visiting (Linda, Nancy and Patty). Outside my mom had ordered probably 12 cubic yards of organic topsoil which was lying on the boulevard... The neighbor was now out working in his yard.... I got in my dads car to go to work.... 6. Then there was something about the police... I was walking through a crowded bus station at 4:00 am and there were police plain clothed and in Uniform amongst us... I was walking briskly now with two other people and it was wintery cold outside.... One of the officers Reported to a Seargent in a truck and said his name which I remeber thinking was the perfect name for a cop... An I was so impressed that I quietly said tsomething to my friends....

I believe I last wrote about the house of the god, in that magical place, where the surface structure was a tiny shack, but inside a straight stairway went down deep into the ground. A few nights ago I dreamed that I was studying with a native american teacher named Coyote. He gave me aya as a sizzling hot resin, that might be what a melted jolly rather would look like. LAter I went to his house. He lived with his four adult daughters. His house had the same staircase, 4 stories down.

It has to stop here.

It has to stop here.

Jaina and I had gone back to 1411 Girard to get some last things.  MArk and Lori were in the back yard.  They started yelling at us the moment we walked up, so I went over and turned on my digital recorder.  Then we walked up.  I tried to stay calm, but the conversation escalated when I told them that they poisoned our kids.  They said that they didn't and I called them out of name (can't remember what).  They threw a screw driver at me, and then start throwing other tools.  I ran, I got Jaina who was getting the last things from the ouse.  I called 911 and told them the whole story.  They sent an old 60 year old sergeant.  He said he'd help us take care of it but I doubted it.  We went back to the house... at one point a Hmong family who knew him basically told him to f-off.  We went in the front door.  I yelled "MArk" and he came up the back stairs cussing.... The cop was going in, Mark came up wth a gun and confronted the Police Officer.... (who was not in uniform and didn't tell Mark he was a cop.  I was afraid he'd be shot so I yelled "Mark he's a cop!"  Then I went outside.... MArk and Lori rushed out....

Suddenly Jaina yells "It has to end right here".
"What?" I say
"What ever it is that began in 1889
"What began then?" I say puzzled.

I look at MArk, his eyes are filled with tears....
He tells me a story how in 1889, in a past life I kissed his wife, and shifted everyone's Karma for ever.

At first I want to laugh, but I keep a straight face and apologize.

I woke up 1 minute before the alarm.

***

Earlier I had been in an auditorium and who did I see, but Cliff from LNB... not the way that he would look today, but the way that he used to look.  Glowing.... We are surround by a sea of high school aged kids...  I comment about how amazing it is to find him, and me, and Aaron and Charles all at the same place at the same time.... I am sitting next to Demetrius Kolion.

Lead Paint revisited

We had moved back into Mark and Lori's house.  Mark and I had had some fairly good heart to heart, where he explained that he was no longer with Lori.... There was lead paint everywhere, but now we were buying the house, and were scraping, scraping, scraping, lead paint off walls, the plaster ceiling tiles had lead in them, it was everywhere.... One thing that was comforting though was that we were back in a harmonious relationship with the landlords.... I realize that  always liked them, and even though they misled us with the lead, and Misha was poisoned, I still felt a loss at having to end that relationship.

What is one to do, but surrender everything and act, keeping in mind the intention, may all beings everywhere be happy and free....

Chance's 2 Pythons

2 nights ago I had a dream that I went to chance apartment... it was still shared with Ascensia even though they were broke up.... She wasn't there, but I was supposed to meet chances.  I was with someone else... a guy, like Aldren.... There was a cupoard on the wall... the room was small and filled with little knicknacks and devotional things.... Suddenly the cupobaord opened and out came 2 enormous pythons, one was orange and one was green.  They're tails remained in the cupboard but they floated though the air as if it was water.  Their heads were as big as a mini football...  I moved to the other side of the room, when the orange one sturck.... It bit me.

Dream Kapalbhati

Dreamed that I had walked into the yard behind Susan eaton's house to meet with a multi dimensional being... I could her but no one else could.  She was projecting herself into my mind, and using my mind I could control her appearance, more or less against her will, but she didn't care because it wasn't really her it was just her appearance in my mind.  She came across the yard looking like a girl.  Susan was outside and had let out cotton?  Upon seeing the dog, I began to morph, the girl into a dog, basically using a kapalbhati type of frequency.  I then began to fade her out, and fade her in to my left , so gradually transitioned from one location to the other.... Then I kept putting more and more energy into her appearance until she became a big 20 foot tall half dog, half girl creature (she looked like animal from the muppets) and I went over and shook her hand.  This was so intense.  Upon touching her I became lucid, not in the sense that I knew I was dreaming, but in the sense that I knew I was there, and the landscape was fully 3 dimensional, and where our hands connected was an energetic vortex, and I felt her becoming conscious of her existence and "real" and I became scare, and knocked her feet out from under her so she would not become my master.

Earlier or later I can not say.... Other multi dimensional beings were visiting our world.  I don't know where they were from .  They were girls.  They made me "cookies" which were mind-altering.  Each cookie revealed different truths about the nature of reality and shifted my awareness in different ways.  The they brought the cookies in a crystal bowl, and the cookies each had a glaze of a different color, demarcating their different "medicinal" effects.

So now I am buying cookies from these visitors.  I met them in a beautiful garden with flowers, and stone path.  I was paying 1 dollar a piece for the cookies, and I wondered why they wanted dollar bills, but then I realized that it was just energy.  Then Ascentia and Jaina appeared in my awareness and warned me that this time the cookies were different, that they weren't meant to free me, but an attempt to imprison... I believe that is when I began to shift the appearance of the visitors....


Later was biking with my kids.... up 27th street to Joel's house, the Green House across from the community garden.  I noticed a for-sale sign, and yelled in through an open window.  Joel came out.  He was being very illusive about the price of the home, but basically assured me that it had already sold.  Mu daughters biked up on tricycles, one of them with Misha's arms wrapped around her neck.  Aima was upset because I had left her behind.  2 Girls came up to talk to Joel of the old, post punk, herbalist style, I so seldom see anymore... their clothes were grey and faded black like back in the day.  I fed my girls a particularly green and crispy plantain plant that I had pulled from the yard... It was delicious and I marveled that I rarely eat plantain.  Jaina showed up, and I explained that I didn't want the house because it was long and had no yard.... It was too big for our family, and didn't have the space to garden that I longed for.

Some Dreams

A few nights ago dreamed that my dad had died.  Me and the family were at a pancake house/saloon, with wooden lathe walls.  I was sad realizing that I hadn't just lost my dad, but also my best friend.  Then, riding in the back seat of a car, with Jaina and my mom in front, I realized that I could still hear him talking.  In fact he was sitting in the seat next to me.  Mom could hear him faintly, but for me it was like he was there.


Last night dreamed that we were living in a big huge 2nd floor apartment that Laurie the landlord owned.  The topic of the day was again lead.  She was trying to convince us that their wasn't lead in the apartment.

Then I was at an art gallery, and there were bowling lanes.  There was some game they were playing to, where they rolled a ball like a pool ball down a long track.  There were to custodian, steward guys who were there talking to me, in kind of an official way.

The Grape Thief

(First night on prickly lettuce and ladies mantel)
2:30 am
I was staying in a condo, type living situation with CJ and tom.  My stiff was back tucked in a room, and there was a beautiful common space.  It was artistic.  At One point Jaime from One Yoga had asked me to figure out what the air conditioning bill for a yoga space that we shared would be.

But tonight I came home to the condo, and there was water on the floor in my room.  There was water dripping from the rafters and pipes, falling onto my clothes, a hundred grey dicky shirts neatly pressed and hung on clothing racks like a store.

Tom and CJ came in, we were all puzzled until we looked out at our common space.  The ceilings were 6 feet high, like an office building.  A crane that was doing work on the outside of the building had knocked through the wall into our condo.  We started yelling, but the operator could't hear us.  People and police ran up the stairs, we ran out the back door.  I followed Tom into a little side room, but he disappeared.  My brother and I were there.  the room had a tv, and there were four guys watching tv.   A red curtain hung across the wall of windows that faced out to a busy sidewalk.  I began opening the curtains, behind which were doors, opened four doors and tried to slip through,  brother just slipped through after me.  He wanted to invoke a cartoonish japanamation looking spirit, (It reminded me of totorro, or a pokeman).  He started to meditate right on the street, but there was commotion everywhere and I told him he'd do better to find a yoga space.

We were in Mexico now, and we walked up the street finally ducking into a yoga studio.  The walls were covered with those foam tiles people use to make drop down ceilings.  There was a tiny door in the wall in the back and Ben ran straight for it, trying to get in.... I began hustling the mexican woman who owned the studio.  Ben came back dressed somewhat like Super Mario, the studio was very excited and wanted him to work the summer tourism season, and bring the money to her.  I convinced her with sex energy to bring the money to me.  I had her in the pal of my hand.  We were just about to leave, and I had been maintaining integrity, keeping myself completely intact, when the thought went through my head that I had someone here who would do anything, sexually.  She was lying on the floor waiting, her pussy waited open.  I stuck the tip of my penis in it, and felt a rush, coming, lack of control.  I engaged the bandhas and pulled out, and stopped the flow.  I awoke.  I had not soiled the sheets.

Woke up and practiced.  108 breaths breathes Nadi Shoduna.   Mula Bandha.  Sat in meditation.  Took Shavasana.  Next thing I remember I was walking up a road with surreal flowers and gardens planted.  I was thinking about how sad I am that winter is coming because the plants go away.  I will miss them. A fence lined the road and growing on it are the most beautiful muscadine grapes.  It is in someone's yard, but out facing the road, so I decide it is game to pick.  I eat one.  Not amazing flavor, but the color and  shape keep drawing me back.  They are almost luminous.  I pick a few more and eat them.  I see a bunch that is shaped like a pyramid.  I am almost lucid, but not quite, I am certainly in the moment.  I pick the pyramid bunch, and begin walking a little faster, until I find myself lying on the floor in shavasana once more.

First night of allowing myself to practice in the middle of the night went over well.  I feel rested and the satisfaction of having practiced consciousness extensively.

Other Guy

Dreamed that I was hanging out with Jaina and the teacher from Childrens house 2.  She was trying to impress him, and suggesting that even though she and I were married, I was just a "guy" and she could see other people.  I listened, not saying anything as they flirted back and fourth, and then finally said
"Jaina, so you are saying that we see other people?"
"Oh mu God," said the other guy, as if I was creating needless family drama and was out of Line.
"Look," I said "I Listened to you talk, now shut up".
Jaina explained that we were living in my parents basement, and basically I understood that she wanted someone who would spend money on her.
I surrendered.
"Fine" I thought to my self.  What can I do, although I made an inner resolution to punch the guy in the face next time I saw him.

Jaina and the girls, Misha and I were sitting in a dark room with a window out to the street.  They were smoking a small corncob pipe, and I realized that it was "sage".  I smoked some too, and the kids stood next to me, comforted by my presence.

Lucid like Dream : Aliens and Superpowers

The bulk of my dream took place in underground tunnels.  Right before I woke up, Jaina and the girls and I were living at the end of an underground tunnel.... it didn't have a door.  The girls had a big bed, and Jaina and Misha had a bed in a separate room off to the side.   There was a high tech alarm clock that could teach you about music, and played a really nice song from the 80s to wake you up.  The girls were still in bed.  I was sitting on the floor awake, because I had had to take Misha to put him in his mothers arms.  I heard foot steps coming up the long hallway that stretch to our unit.  They were very quiet, like someone was trying to sneak up.  I thought it might be aliens.  I decided to quietly as I could run to the door way and see who was there.  I did.  I surprised them, this behavior was not expected, they hadn't realized that I wasn't a sleep.  In the hallway was about nine people, one reminded me of a vintage Paul Newman type big easy guy, leaning on the wall.  I actually couldn't see them very well because my dream vision was slightly contorted... I don't know that I realized I was dreaming, but I realized I had incredible powers.  I blasted a fireball out of my hands, through the tunnel to incinerate the intruders, and then created an impenetrable film to block the door to the hallway and protect my family.

Earlier the tunnel dream had started when my parents and the Donlingers and Jaina and I walked out of a portal into a foreign country, it felt slightly like Morocco, but also slightly Eastern European, Polish or Slovakian.  "The Dad" who was with us was a brute of a man.  He wore a suit, was balding, a big Russian seeming guy, he saw liquor bottles in a kind of egress, that was almost set up like an alter for liquor.  He grabbed the bottles, and we walked down a step, stone street, to a bottom space, where there was a check point with Guards with Sub machine guns.  The road stretched across a long flat vastness to the horizon.  We took a left.  Apparently this was "The farm" in "North Carolina" We walked till we found our selves in underground concrete tunnels.  It was the basement of my parents house.  My dad piled lead contaminated drop clothes and paint chips in the back corner of one arm.  Then we pressed wrestling mats into them to contain them and threw a Hefty garbage can full of bentonite clay on type, with a shovel.  I kept thinking we should put a sign up, so future generations new this was poisonous lead.

90s hip hop in a restaurant with Jill And Abby... Felt kind of how French Meadow used to feel to me when I was a kid... So hip so Progressive... There were hip people working behind the counters and there was good music I hadn't heard in for ever playing.  Earlier Atmosphere, Gift to Gab, good hip hop.  Alex Rand showed up.  He wanted water... There was some confusion about who's water was whose, he drank someone else's water, or else had to go to fill up somewhere....

Jaina and I had come up the driveway on the side of the eaton's House.  Kai and Lisa were doing a teacher training and we had been brought in to present, or take over or something.  Everyone left, and only Lisa and I were left, in a big room, that was either a restaurant or Lisa's office.  I told her I'd walk her where she was going.

We could hear Mark and Lori upstairs in our house talking in the middle of the night

Thurs 9-27-12

Dreamed That Me and Jaina and The Girls were sleeping in the basement of the old house That Mark and Lori owned.  It was the same crazy add on beat up rambling house that they had in another dream with the wood burning stove upstairs.  We could hear them upstairs in the house talking in the middle of the night.  They were in our apartment moving our stuff around.  I didn't want to deal with them so I stayed in our basement room (my parents basement where we are sleeping more or less). When they left I went upstairs and they had cut my usb cables and taken my hard drives.

I tried to call 911, but couldn't get my cell phone to work.  Then, they came back, with four huge dogs that looked like bears.  They were bringing lots of perspective tenants through the house, in groups of twenty.  Nobody took their shoes off.  Mark said to me, "Hey I was watching some porn on your computer" and tried to pat me on the back.  I was disgusted, but was afraid of him and Lori, and so was still trying to act friendly.

I told Jaina we had to go, and Mark said,  I'll come to.

The next thing I know Jaina, Mark and I are walking through the aisles of a target and I am irriated that he is here.  Dylan P. is running for office and Mark is now helping him with his campaign.  I am angry at Mark for poisoning my kids, but still trying to act civil and I feel suffocated.  Then it turns out that Mark is now the manager at Stadium Village, and I can't believe that he's my boss.  I wonder to myself how he fooled everyone into getting the job.

We wander outside into the night.  We are standing on a hill, it is cool like autumn in the air. A gigantic red antique, three story bus pulls up blaring sitar music.  It has strange lights in the window and incence smoke pouring off of it.  Dylan has a guitar case over his shoulder now and says, I'm going to India.  I realize that this bus only comes every 40 years.

I'm left behind with Mark.  The final straw is when he grabs my digital recorder out of my back pocket.  It was a smooth move and I almost didn't see it.  I ell him to give it back.  He denies that he has it covering it with his hand. I grab his arm, wrestle him to the ground, twist his arm behind his back and put my knee on his back.  I yell to Jaina to call the police.  She can't get her phone to work. We are in the parking lot of a bus station in some strange city.   There is one of those strange 2 door AMC nova cars parked next to us.  I realize it is Marks.  I tell he has to stay in the station-wagon trunk until the police come.  He looks like a kid sitting in the trunk, his hair is all mussed up.  I run into a corner bar and tell the bartender who looks like Morgan Freeman to call 911.  He says he doesn't know the number.

Exhausted I go back I let Mark go.  I tell him I never want to see him again, but I release him.  He walks off down the street.  He was wearing shorts and tennis shoes, walking away down the sidewalk with a ten-speed.  He waves, looking over his shoulder with a humble smile on his face  I understood that he had a hard life.  I realize it was Lori we'd hold accountable, that Mark was just working for her.  "He was just a poor boy, a long long way from home".  I wasn't sad to see him go, but I released him and wished him well.

Ughhhh what a disturbing night of dreams.

I started to be able to see that there was something 3-dimensional behind the 2-dimensional image

Sun 9-30-12

Crazy night of dreams, conceptual, different frequency from conscious understanding.  Many dreams about practicing an experiential concept.  At one point i understood, and though I could go write this down now, because I l'll never remember later.  Dreamed about Courtney and Abby.  At one point I was lying in bed with Courtney and Ben Laungman from school days showed up and climber into bed on the other side of her.

I was at an outdoor Lake country event.  I was tripping people as they walked by ( I used to trip kids in 2nd grade).  I tripped the principle.  Each time I pretended it was an accident.  One of the teachers who had been watching pulled me aside and asked whats wrong.  I wanted to cry.  She sat there and held space and I felt sad about my early school experience, and grateful that my daughters would have a better one.  Jaina walked up and told the teacher that someone had singled her out making a rude comment about how our kids were on scholarship.  I told Jaina to work it out with the person directly and she said to the teacher... "Its your school".

Later I was up at a cabin in the mountains with Ben V the yoga teacher.  It was a place that our families shared.  The place was yucky, smelled moldy and had old carpet, and all the floors slanted dramatically.  It was a mountain hideaway and each winter the mountain snows cut it off from the outside world.  I remember wanting to plant a garden.

I was checking Facebook.  Jaina and the kids were in the room.  When I was done I tried to shut down the browser, but there was pop up windows behind it.  It was a green page with Japanimation women on it posing sexily.  Though it wasn't porn I felt uncomfortable with it up and violated that it had magically appeared on the screen.  I tried to shut it down.  There were no red yellow and green circles in the top left corner.  To shut down the page you had to click on the picture of an eye.  I clicked and clicked and clicked, but every time it close a slightly different one was underneath it.  As I clicked them shut rapidly it had the effect of creating the illusion of motion like in a flip book.  I started to be able to see that there was something 3-dimensional behind the 2-dimensional image.  I kept clicking and the 3-dimentional object came closer to the surface of the monitor, finally flying through the monitor into my hand.  It was a U-Lock Key that I had lost.  I kept clicking the browser window shut, and more objects arose out of the depths.  Keys that I had lost, they would slowly appear, get closer and clearer and then finally fly through the monitor screen into my hand.

African Yoga Class

Sat 9-29-12

Whooaah, African Yoga.  I was standing in a busy plaza with Jaina and others.  It was pouring rain.  We were congregating for something.  Kevin Dildy was in the parking lot trying to keep someone from parking in a spot.  A guy in a truck wouldn't roll down his window to hear what Kevin had to say, but Kevin wouldn't take no for an answer.  Aron Edgeworth and his wife walked up.  We were going somewhere with them.  We walked under a huge outdoor plaza with an overhang high above it.  And african Yoga class was begging.  In may ways it was like the Yoga I know accept that the teacher would say things like "now wend some love to mama africa in this one".  We did Side plank.  I watched in amazement as a dreadlocked young man in a long tunic held side plant balanced on one hand with his feet off the ground.

Ealier I had been in a big industrial sace that Kitty orient and maia had turned into a cross fit.  I had caught the last little bit of class.  Going the exercises I notice that the floor was really dirty, dusty and there were goji berries and sunflower seeds everywhere.

Next thing I remember i was trying to change clothes.  Alex and I war about to go to Capoeira and he told me just so I knew that Yoji was angry because I hadn't paid 20 dollars for class last time.  That surprised me because I thought the classes were by donation.  I pulled my dark blue overalls out of the closet.  While I was in there I saw my moms suitcase in the back.  I brought it to her.  She was in the bathroom at 50th and Aldrich.  I left in the door way.  I saw Grandaddy David there.  He was looking dapper, dressed to the T and eating a large tortilla chip, the size of a slice of pizza.  I looked at him with respect and admiration.

ll the sudden I noticed that there were geckos everywhere

Fri 9-28-12

I was washing dishes at the sink in our kitchen at 3501 15th Ave.  All the sudden I noticed that there were geckos everywhere, little lizards, sleeping on the shelf that stretched over the sink between the cupboards.  I reasoned that Jaina's washing her face with honey got sugary sweetness residue on everything, and so insects had started living there, and so geckos had showed up to eat the insects.  It seemed complete, like an ecosystem that had developed around the excess caused by the honey.
The girls were in the living room.  I had let a stray dog into the house, and fashioned a sort of leash out of a yoga strap.  Then I realized that Jaina was about to get home... I heard her out on the front steps yelling at another stray dog, a big white american bull dog.  I rushed my dog out the back door.  Then I realized that the dog had had flees and they had bit me all over my forearms.

Earlier I had been at core power, trying to get my stuff together to go.  Michele, the owner of One Yoga kept motioning for me to come back into the studio, but I wanted to go see Jaina.  I grabbed my stuff, ran out, was still confused about wether I had everything... I thought I left my new blue jeans, but then as I was about to go back I realized I was wearing them.

I got into my dads car in a parking lot and was trying to turn around to get out.  There were brick buildings surrounding me, and only one driveway out.

Jaina and I were in the public library.  I opened a magazine with an article about Indian food.   I was looking for something in particular.

Back At the kitchen I blended a superfoods smoothie, mostly made of dragon fruit.  It blended and blended, until finally it whipped into a beautiful dish, that stood up straight and had pink flowers on top.  I showed it to Jaina, it was very impressive.

I was helping to fix up a wooden shack house

Tues 9-25-12

Dreamed that I was helping to fix up a wooden shack house.  We had been cutting flooring all day, when Ephraim came back with his family, his wife Meghan and his daughter.  I warned Meghan of the danger of lead paint, which I theorized had all fallen to the floor of the shack.  I recommended getting cans of cheap paint up at home depot and pouring all over the surface of the basement floor to seal in the dust.  Then I went back to the room where I was staying.  I tried to put on my shirt, but realized that it was all ripped up.  How did this happen?  I found another shirt and put it on, but noticed that my shoes were old and beat up.... I walked out to the living room, and there was a latino guy who was friends with Ephraim.  He was jokingingly making fun of me, so I put my leg out and he almost tripped on it, and the he tried to fight me (in a friendly way) and I put him into a head lock.  He said I was just mad because I was friends with clover, and he had used her up.  I said, I didn't even know that.    He preceded to tell me how he used to bring over and ounce of herbs and she would smoke it all.... But sometimes when he'd go over she'd be mean and crabby and nauseous and not want to see him.

The Drum Store

I went to some kind of social gathering with George.  I was impressed by his social skills, and felt socially clumsy in comparison.  It was at someone like anna bloomstrand's house, who I didn't know very well.  There was some kind of food that she had made, which I really wanted to eat but wasn't exactly invited to eat.  George had his kids and family.  When I left, I couldn't find the car.  Everyone was laughing because of how irresponsible I was.  I was late and ran all the way around the block looking for the car.

Was walking with Doctah Murah in Whittier, up 27th street East of Nicollet and noticed a drum store.  We went inside.  There were drums on every wall.  A white woman worked there and was connected to some drum maker in Africa.  I asked if I could try the different drums and she said some yes, others no. There was a gourd shaker that I shook, that had a nice sound.  The Drum store was in a building that had used to be hotel and had beautiful high ceilings.  I remember thinking how perfect this space would be for a yoga center.  I liked the ascetics of the neighborhood and space.

As I left it was winter.  There was an interesting block where a hotel had bought up most of the block and built a3 story building, but in the middle of the block on what had at one time been an alley were 3 tiny run down houses, surrounded by this big grand hotel.  I was with my daughters.  We kept walking, and on 26th and stevens were big tall thin houses, 4 stories high.  I wanted one.   I wished that my family had a big stylish house with high ceilings and old wood work.

There was a river on a college campus.  There was some type of convention going on where they drove a huge tractor through the middle of the river, disturbing the river bottom and all the big rocks.  There was a maintenance guy there and he comented that all the hippys would come start moving big rocks, they couldn't help it.  Next thing I knew I was moving rocks and sitting in the river.  It felt good to feel the surface of the rocks and sit in the water.  It wasn't cold.

Dreamed that I was with a group of people from CorePower, including Marcy, Liz Horen, and Ephraim's wife Meghan.  We were going to be eating shroomz and they were all terrified.  I was a little nervous about being nauseous, and everyone else was chasing their shroomz with popcorn.  There was a little house where I lived, most Half above ground, half basement.  To get to the basement there was a back hall way with wooden stairs.  I stashed all the kids things in the back hall way because they weren't living there, so the house had a more adult feel.

I was in a house, with people who seemed to be college are stoners, it was  dirty warehouse style place.... Someone was pounding at the door.  I was so terrified I can't express.  It was an unlikely super hero, a small lithe fellow with brown skin and an areesting smile.  He was in a suit of robotoci power.  It was like robo cop, a mechanical armour.  I opened the door and ran downstairs into the basement.  While our new guests intentions were not bad, I found myself so thoroughly terrified I couldn't go up the stairs.  In my minds eye I could see him catalogueing each of the people in our house "someone's missing"  I didn't want him to have to find me so I came up the stairs.

Earlier Jaina and I had beena t Cindy Dollars Yoga studio.  we were going to take a class, but instead of being unknwon unwelcome guests the way I often felt in AVL, we were respected equals and she treated us warmly.  Her studio had a very strange lay out.  We were the only ones there for class, except I think one other girl showed up right before the end.  The lay out of the studio was very strange,  there were long hallways with rooms in the middle and many u shaped corners, very intriguing with natural light throughout.  In fact the sudio was only half a room with a sign in the middle that said something to the effect of no tresspassing.

Earlier, I had been in this city where I have been many times.  It is a long strip, maybe amile long with a busy down town all along.  Hotels

3 Dreams about Injustice

I had biked to a Somalian gas station and needed to "fill up".  When I got there I was promptly sprayed with a hose and told that I couldn't fill up.  I told them I was calling 911 and I did.  I talked the person on 911, and finally they let me fill up.  I expressed how it wasn't that I disliked Somalians, it was that I disliked not being welcome a t a public business in my home town.  As I talked, the mood changed and I was allowed to fill up.

Then I was driving.  I looked out me window to my left and saw someone rear end someone else.  I was going to drive away, but the guy who was hit, jumped out of his car, angrily saying that it was my fault.  I didn't have anything to do with it, but he said that it was cause I was a bad driver.  I secretly felt guilty and knew that I am a bad driver, but that he would have a very hard time proving it to anyone else since I was not involved in the accident.  I was going to call a garage to help the situation when I realized that we ere inside a parking garage that had an auto shop.

The htird dream we were living at our house in powder horn, except that it wasn't our house in powder horn.  It had a big hill around it.  There was an old man  (forget his name) drawing swastikas around our house in charcoal.  I was going to call 911... further more I wanted to sue him for hate crimes.  I asked Ben Peck his name.  Ben Peck knew his name.  I was so impressed that he knew so many names.

Someone gave me a new ipad, but it was complicated and had like 12 different screens which all snapped together into a complicated folding thing.  It had movie advertisements some dramatic almost hollywood porn movie, and I felt offended.  I took the images off, which were actually pieces of paper folded to the device, but I couldn't figure out how put it together.

Occupy the Shore

I was living in some town that was on the ocean, and there was an occupy type movement going on.  They had transformed the entire shoreline into a camp.  Creative, burning man style houses and constructions lined the water, discreetly hidden in the woods.  At one point there was a crane made out of huge timbers, to help lift peoples structures..  They haad built and elaborate path that featured periodic retaining walls.  At one point stephan Bonitz was there Drawing on a dolphin with mud.  I sat and watched him apply a beautiful texture design for a long time.  Then the dolphin jumped into the water.  It was a conscious Human being and I ended up having a water fight with it.  the water fight escalated.  Jaina was beside me on a cliff with the kids, and some swedish people had huge super soaker missiles that were powered by the steam from their sauna. They were trying to blast us on the hill with their super soaker missiles.  At the far end there was a raft tied to rope that people used to pull them selves across a bay to ballard, the neighborhood to the north.  I tried to go out, but on the way back ended up falling in the water and having to swim to the dock.  As I wam, I tried to catch the dock, but then realized it was someone who had been drowning and was being dragged to safety by another person.  I helped drag the person  for a bit.

Earlier I had been at a bank that was owned by Alex Eaton.  My mom was so proud of Alex for owning the bank.  He was having a hard time though because someone had stolen his rings.  Kitty Orient was there.  I made gossip like I might at core power. George was there in spirit... we had been trying to hang out, but couldn't find babysitters and there was a sense that there were things I couldn't do, because I had kids.