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.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
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.
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.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
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.
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.
Friday, September 28, 2012
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 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.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
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.
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.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
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.
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.
Friday, September 21, 2012
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
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.
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.
Monday, September 17, 2012
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.
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.
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