She was very active last night.... I feel that I have found a method for allowing the waves. Meditation 9-10 on an empty stomach and then sleep 10:00-11:00 at which point wake up, or become aware of the waves.... Fell easily into the vastness a number of times.... This all went on till 12:40 or so, at which point made the resolve to fall asleep....
Don't know at what point sleep hits, but on these nights of so much awareness, it is hard to discern... at any rate, I found myself walking with my kids on a concrete covered landscape. Misha had lost a shoe, so we had gone back to look for it. Finally found it and made our way to some kind of store front or house..... outside there was a street with a bus stop and people waiting for the bus. Aima and Asata kept going outside and I was afraid they would be kidnapped. I went outside too, and stood on the bus stop, at which point I remembered that I had been working with the waves and meditating. I realized this was a dream, and looked around the dream world in amazement. I touched the street with my hands.... As I touched it sent Kundalini electrical thrill waves through my spine, almost unbearably. I stood up and approached one of the people at the bus stop, a tall woman in a long rain trench coat. At first we talked, but at some point I bit he finger.... Then mayhem, I realized I was biting Jaina's finger, and I was still laying in bed meditating. She screamed, and I explained that I was sorry I was dreaming..... We were in our house, which was a one story, multi level place, and I tried to tell her about my dream, but she was talking over me, I got angry at her.
Maybe it was the night before, I had dreamed that I was driving the minivan , or walking in "Asheville", our house on Houston street was up a long winding hill lined with stately old houses that had fallen into some disrepair. I was at the intersection of a busy commercial area, hip, like old Dublin with pubs and little shops. 2 guys walked up and in a flash, one grabbed my fanny pack. I tried to hold on but as I did the other one slashed at me a long swipe with what I assumed was a knife. I let go of the fanny pack and they ran away. I walked into a pub, and outside there were street musicians busking, they were from Minneapolis. I was terribly impressed with their music, and tried to talk to the bass player, he was a bit reserved.......
