No Passport

It was night and me and a guy were running through the night time in a foreign country.... I was wearing a camouflage hat, and he had the rainbow hat of Kathy's.  It the guy turned into Max Groneck, and we ended up at an Arabic grocery store.  We were in a hurry and cut to the back of the store.  All the sudden I realized that what we were doing was catching a plane to france and then back home to the United States.  I realized I didn't have my luggage.... Then I realized I didn't have my passport.  Wait.... It was to late, I was on the plane already.   I yelled Emergency and ran back through various rooms of the plane, but by the time I got to the back room, we were already high in the sky.   The back room was the economy room and there were no seats, or seat belts.  A bunch of african, somalian and arabic people standing around.  I realized I wasn't even wearing a shirt.  I sat down in meditation position.  As the plane climbed upward, i had to lean forward.  While I meditated someone put a prayer rug underneath me.  I felt much calmer and realized I'd have to fly back to "Senegal" to get my passport and belongings.  At one point we arrived at an air port, and I was carrying around a five gallon bucked, a stuffed animal, and something else.... I didn't want to let go of or loose any of my possessions.

Earlier I fell.  I had been in deep dark sleep.  I had had a tiny bit of caffeine today, put 1 leaf of swamp tea in my tulsi.... I don't know if that is why.  New moon is tomorrow.

Vortex is back, 2nd night in a row.  Not in its full intensity, but It is there, with the fractured type shri yantra fractals where each triangle contains a photograph like image.  I have been very calm, simply observing and accepting what comes in these spontaneous late night meditations.

So here I am in a new cycle.

Stuff is moving, transforming..... Clearer and clearer experiences of oneness.