Figures

7.22.16

I was with my mother before she had her stroke. I too was younger. She was attempting to drive her car, the Nissan that later was totaled, but was having trouble controlling it and seeing out the window enough to know where to go. I then sat on the hood of the car to help her navigate, looking much like a hood ornament or figurehead on a ship.

I then saw a police car far off driving towards us and grew worried he would stop and arrest me for doing this, so I had her pull the car over and crawled into the passenger seat. It was then I could see where a lot of her problems were coming from. She couldn't see because her seat kept moving around and she was having problems using the clutch and getting the key to turn in the ignition. Once she felt she got her seat secure, she couldn't get the key to restart the car.

After several attempts, I told her to switch seats with me and let me try. I sat down in her seat and realized she still didn't have it secured. I looked closely at it and realized it was not only loose going forward and back, but also sideways. I re-centered the seat and found the button to lock it into place to keep it from going sideways, but it took a bit more work to find the lever to secure it from moving backwards and forwards. I then turned on the windshield wipers and worked on getting the windows cleaned enough to see out of.

Getting the car started took a bit of work, but I finally got the key to turn and start the car again. From there I slowly accelerated, but the clutch wouldn't stay in gear, causing the car to drift, no matter how hard I tried to engage it. The back wheels locked on me and the car began a slow backwards spin, like we were on ice, moving from the curb and on down a sidewalk. This is when I realized the break wasn't working either! At this point I began to panic as I started pumping the breaks. The car finally stopped just before we hit the building.

I then found myself driving the car to where we used to have the family flower shop. We knew the flower shop was gone for good, but we had plans to try and turn the space into something useful for us. My husband had joined us, and mom and I are more like we are now. I was talking about turning the space into a gallery, health center or theater space of some sort. When we got there, we found that the space had already been taken over by others and no longer available to us for use. I asked the people there if I could just come in for a moment to look at the space, telling them what we used to have there. I saw they weren't doing much with it, that it was just being used for some storage and not even much for that. I felt it was such a waste but that it was time to move on.

As we were leaving the man there told me he had something we had left behind he needed to return to me. He handed me a small palm sized clear plastic box with a flip top lid. Inside it was what looked like dark a gray rock (matrix) with a tan crystallized substance growing out of it. Within the crystal were tiny little black watery beads. I opened the lid and touched the crystal. I immediately realized it was alive. With my touch, the crystalline particles and the black substance (which I can only equate to blood) came off on my fingers. It tingled as it absorbed into my skin. The stone in the box grew more crystals from my touch, replacing the portion that had come off onto my finger. I looked at the man inquisitively and asked him if he knew what this was.

At this point, I became lucid that I was dreaming, and recalled a part of me (outside of the dream) telling myself to pay close attention to what the man tells me next. My husband became impatient with me and wanted to leave, but I told him this was important and to just go on without me, that I would catch up with him in a bit.

The man then told me that is was life itself, a living stone, and that it was comprised of a very specific formation of elements that were arranged according to my essence. I asked what elements. He told me that to create this form of living rock, I needed two kinds of a certain solid element (stone?), 5 samples of each, 2 other kinds of earth based elements (not soil per say...but matter formed from the earth that wasn't stone?), 2 samples of each, and then 1 sample of an elusive element that is like air but he could not tell how to find it...that I could only find that on my own...because it is only connected to me.

I think there was more, but I don't recall...

But I do recall it being sort of sketched out for me and it looked like an odd combo of a chemistry drawing breakdown and a weird tree of life.

                  1
                /    \
              2      2
           (1.1) (1.1)
          /                \
        5                  5
(1.1.1.1.1)    (1.1.1.1.1)

Julia'n

12.09.80

I was just barely 13...

Sometimes you have a dream that stays with you your whole life.

The dream began with me and my neighbor, Julie, trying desperately to escape from my house. The dark men were after us and we knew they would kill us if we didn't get away. We hurried out into the back yard under cover of the night sky and ran to the fence, but could not find the gate to get out. There were spikes on top of the fence. Julie scrambled up and tried to get over the fence anyway, only to end up impaling herself on the spikes. I screamed in horror as everything went black before my eyes.

I then found myself in my bedroom laying in my own bed. I could hear singing and piano music coming from the living room. I slipped out of bed and into the hallway to see what was going on. I found Paul McCartney sitting at my grandmother's baby grand piano, playing and singing a gentle lullaby, with John Lennon standing next to him. John put his hand on Paul shoulder and he stopped playing. Even so, Paul never looked up or otherwise acknowledge John standing next to him. He just placed his hands in his lap and stared at the keys on the piano. John then turned around and looked at me with a deep sadness in his eyes. Paul made no further move, his back to me. After a moment, looking me straight in the eyes John said, with a sigh, "It's okay. I understand now."

I then woke up.

I heard later on that day John had been shot.

April's Fools

April 1, 2016

I was in a room by a window, with a couch in front of me, waiting for an important meeting to begin. It was if as I was there to take notes of what was about to occur.

An older, apparently male, politician waltzed into the room, dressed in a black and red lacy bra with stockings and garter belt, and black high heels...all without any undies on.

ONLY...this man didn't have any male genitalia. Instead he had a vagina! I was supposing then he must be an odd very masculine looking woman. This politician then emphatically began making sure everyone present was aware of this vagina he had and all the trouble he went through to get it. He sat down and prominently displayed it for everyone to see.

Just as this politician was doing this another politician burst into the room with his entourage.

ONLY....this politician didn't even have a body! All that was left of him was his voice and the air from his lungs contained inside a floating bag. He floated himself into the center of the room and proceeded to garner all the attention away from the vagina man seated below.

And yes, I woke up laughing!

Sirius Moon Lite

Me and my husband went upstairs to check on new place we were planning to move into for our business and found the previous occupants were still there. I watched as the landlord got on their case and told them their time had run out. She told them they had to gather what they still wanted and leave immediately. I felt kind of bad because one of them was a tiny woman in a wheel chair. Though she was clearly an adult, she couldn't have been more than 2 feet tall. They quickly went around and gathered a few belongings and departed. As I watched them leave, the 2 full sized individuals let the midget grab hold of their hands so she could prop herself up...and moon us. They then all laughed uproariously as they left. I was then left with the mess they left behind. The landlord told me to do as I pleased with it...that it was my mess to deal with now and departed as well. I looked around and immediately thought 'most of this shit has got to go.' I began picking up things and noticed a blonde suit on the wall. I realized I was looking at a rock and roll souvenir. It was labeled as one of the suits Bowie had worn. I looked more closely at the other things in the room and realized the place was full of other things that would fit real nicely in the rock and roll hall of fame. I stood there perplexed, wondering if this was so precious to them, why would they leave things like this for me to clean up. In the middle of the room was a display filled with confectionery 'trifles'. My husband got excited about that and started talking about how we could continue with this business, since it was already laid out for us. I was adamant about NOT doing that. I told him he could eat what sweet he wanted there, but I wasn't going into the business of selling sweets. He picked one of them up for me to try...and to try to convince me otherwise. I tasted it, but reminded him that their left over business was not the reason why we came here.

CarDashIanS

01.06.16

I dreamed a nightmare of being lost in the maze of the Kardashian's house. Somehow I had got mixed up in some tour they have for their 'fans' and I couldn't seem to find my way back out. Every room I went into I would find yet another Kardashsian affiliate telling yet another story for their 'viewers.' I made my way to a 'behind the scenes' backroom where they had a filing cabinet. When I looked it was filled with folders marked with different historical names and time periods. I pulled out the one titled 'Greece' and opened it...and got real pissed off because I knew right away that what I was looking at was inaccurate. It was ALL nonsense and made of pure fantasy. I left that room, still looking for the way out and came upon a bathroom. The door was wide open, and clearly meant to be for the 'fans' to stop by as well. To my chagrin I found my husband hiding behind the door watching two young lovers in the bathtub...doing what young lover do in bathtubs...while being a total voyeur. He acted like, since he was hiding behind the door, no one could possibly see what he was up to. I went over and tried to get him out of there, but he wouldn't come with me.  I left him and found yet another 'behind the scenes' room, this time with big bound books. They had very impressive looking black covers on them with the white titles printed very nicely on the cover, but when I went to open them, they were all full of blank pages. Only a few of them had some lines done by hand, as if to write something on them, but nothing else. I was woken up at that moment by my husband, so I have no clue where the dream would have gone from there...but my waking thought was...they are trying to rewrite history...

Review with a View

The other night I had a dream of cleaning out my house. It was an old house that had been built and added onto in odds ways. It had lots of clutter, dust and cobwebs. I was rethinking how to redo and organize the house. I was intensely cleaning, but every time I thought that things were now clean, I would find even more old cobwebs and cluttery doodads that have been lost over time. A woman that reminded me of an actress friend of mine, Pamela Finney, was like the housekeeper or matron of the house and was sort of telling me what to do. I realized I was holding onto some of her things, that I didn't realize, and returned them to her. At the front of the house there was a entryway with lush plants growing everywhere. I was reconfiguring where the mail slot should be without compromising the security of the house, but still opening up the inside of the house to let in more light and see the garden area outside.

2009

March 28, 2009

A woman knocked on my door. When I answered, she told me she was guided to find me and that she had something to give me. She handed me several stacks of what appeared to be newsletters, with light blue paper, that she had made up. They were in about 6 or so stacks, and were copies that she told me were intended for me to learn from and then hand out and teach others as well.

When I started to try and read what was written on them, I noticed they were about different myths of various gods and goddesses, but the stories told were very much different than what we normally here about them. I pointed that out to her. She replied that she had been guided to access the stories directly without any influence from what others had already written and now it was up to me to decide what to do with them from that point on, because her job was done

...but, before she could turn them over to me, I needed to sign for them. She told me I had to make sure I used a small circle directly above the 'i' in my name and carefully cross my all my t's as well.

I did as she said. When done, my signature looked more like something you would find on an artistic stamp rather than a my actual signature (nothing like how I sign my name now). She then signed her name as well. It was less elaborate but beautiful to look in its simplicity. She then walked off, leaving me with the stacks of papers to read.