There were a bunch of old friends sitting around a table for the purpose of saving Central Park or possibly having a reunion in Central Park or something except that no one seemed concerned with the project. Richie Barie was concerned about his evening’s agenda and whether it was appropriate. John McAuliffe was concerned about how many chances he’d have to get stoned. Terrie Mitchell was quite taken with her own pajamas (aren’t these cool?) She was washing dishes. I had on a pair of overalls made of navy dockers material and I was very very pregnant. At the end I made the comment to John that I was glad I hadn’t ended up with him.
Notes: I’ not sure what this means but I got the sense that by appearing pregant, I was saying “This is MY baby and you’re not going to screw it up.” I believe that my “body” is my life and what I’m doing is right for me.
Dreamer’s comment: I’m just thinking WOW! I knew way back when. It just took a while to sink in. LOL!
(I welcome my guardian angel.) I saw a beautiful dark rose colored light sprinkled with indefineable sparkles. It was wonderful!
There were a lot of people there gathered for dinner. Cipot was there somewhere. There were 5 or 6 people assigned to eat in separate rooms. There was a car in each room that we were supposed to set in to eat. My group was my grandmother, mother, sister Anne, Joe, me and someone else I think. We got in our car and I said let’s go to that kind of decrepit table instead. We all agreed. The mashed potatoes were in a drawer with a dropdown front in the side board. Weird.
Message: Cut down on fast food and eat more family meals together at the table.
I dreamt that Dawn Titus bought a house on that street behind the Tastee Freeze. I think I lived across the street. It seemed dark inside. She was trying to fix a toaster or something and couldn’t because there wasn’t enough light. I seem to remember something about taking up a collection for a turkey dinner for some eldery couple down the street.
Note on the page: I don’ know what this means.
Dreamer’s comments: I still have no idea as to what this might mean.
First Dream: I wake up after I nearly slam the car I am driving into the rear of another. (It’s black and I believe we are on Martha Avenue.)
Message: I believe is “Pay atttention”.
Second Dream: I’m downtown. My car is parked on the street near the New Rehab Center Building. I buy a bunch of junk at an auction and it’s sitting on the street. I go to get my car and it’s gone. It is the second time my car has been stolen. It’s a nice car. I walk to the Police Station and report it. They take me into a back office where there is a lady and a bunch of snakes and I discover plutonium and/or kryptonite in the corner guarded by a snake. (I watched Los and Clark before I went to bed). Next thing I know I’m in the War Vet’s Park. Then I wake up.
Message: Some bad thing will happen over and over until we learn a lesson.
Dreamer’s Comments: I have none. And I’m beginning to think – at least this morning – that whatever I think does not matter at all.
We were at a dance or a wedding reception. It seems the children were going to entertain by singing or something. Patrick Power was trying to convince us that Tom was not his father. Later I was picking out music. There were lots of tapes but only 2 or 3 titles. They were all the same. Abby and I were dancing.
I was on the road – lead car in a line. There was a piece of construction equipment blocking my way. It was weird looking. Reminded me of a rocket turned on its side. There was a man in the black rubber nose cone that looked as if it could telescope out. Finally I got tired of waiting and drove around behind him insead of in front. I didn’t care if I was supposed to or not.
I was walking with this girl named Becky who I used to work with at Hysol and who now works at Everywoman Opportunity Center. She is married to Dennis somebody and lives in Steam Valley I think. We were walking on these unique looking bridges called ballyhoos. There were toys underneath. Becky kept saying she wanted one of these things that looked like a mini microphone. I reached down and got her one. I also took a model of the bridge we were on. It opened and closed like a drawbridge but horizontally rather than vertically with like a sliding motion. I felt guilty as if I had was stealing some kid’s toys. I kept looking around to see if I was on Earth. I kept thinking I was on another planet because things seemed so “different”. Becky swooped her hand over the sky in one direction and said “Earth is over that way somewhere.”
We were off visiting other planets. We stopped at a gas station so someone could get a ligther fixed. While there, Maz pulled up in a very nice car to get gas. I went over and hugged him really hard and thought how wonderful to see him. We then sat doan at a table where a waitress served us cake and brownies. I wanted a second brownie but Maz seemed to be the only one allowed seconds so I stole some of his. Later I was packing to leave and I overheard some elders/leaders/wiser people talking about a sweater I had that they thought I could leave behind. I found it and packed it anyways.
Dreamers comments: already written on the page… I believe this dream was showing me where one’s next stop might be if (s)he were not attached to material items/physical attachments. i.e.: food (brownies), smoking, material items of all sorts. I got the impression I could move higher if I’d leave that sweater behind.
Present comments: So interesting. Maz is a dear friend who passed over 20 years ago. He almost always comes to me in dreams around my birthday (2/4). And physical attachments are one of his favorite things to talk about when he does come. Not written then, but noted now is how I packed that sweater anyways. At the time, I would have. Now I’d maybe have a lunch bag if anything at all. But I’m way older now!!! I am attached to people… in particular my daughter and my husband.
Dreamt I was playing baseball somewhere else in the cosmos.
Seemed to be experiencing telepathic thinking/conversing etc. Noticed it can’t be controlled. One must weed out unkind thoughts with meditation and conscious attention.
Time seemed to be collapsing. Dimensions were merging. I saw angels, UFO’s, Visions etc. and wondered if they were tools to aid awakening?
I would wake and sleep and wake and sleep….
Ruminations: I wonder if we put too much emphasis on the physical? I wonder if there isn’t agreement beween someone like a J. Dahmer and his victims, to commit their acts in order to impact on a greater number… to give them the oppotunity to NOT JUDGE and to become more conscious of their thoughts and more in touch with their feelings. Yes, a physical body is the greatest gift bcause it is the greatest way to learn these lessons and probably others.
That’s because it can reduce down to the physical level, a vey limited level to create on an individual and a collective level in areas where improvement needs to be made/learned. In other words, one decides what his objectives are on earth. If many many many souls – millions – decide that nonjudgement needs to be learned individually and collectively, wouldn’t it make more sense that a Dahmer and his victims appear to give us the opportunity to learn those things through their actions. One must remember that each advancement of one advances the whole. If Dahmer and his victims are waiting on us to learn this, what better way to bring it to our attention then to create that knd of “outrage” and “judgement” in so many people. If it advances me, which I think it does, I can easily forgive them and others like them. I can’t help but think how strikingly this parallels the Jesus Christ murder and the results of same.
Dreamer’s comments: Holy Shit. I remember this sleepless night like it was yesterday. It was all brought on by the Jeffrey Dahmer murders and cannibalism crime that was happening at the time. I went to bed wondering why things liked that happened and woke up with a half-way plausible reason and could not wait to get to work the next day to discuss it with my friend. Do you see what I was/am getting at here?
There is a bean pole of a Chinese guy all dressed in tan close-fitting robes. He has long white hair, a beard and moustache. He is standing in front of a class room. I seem to be the only student. He has a tan pointer and he is standing in front of a tan pull down map which I perceived to be a map of the heavens, or the universe. He is slappng his pointer in the middle of it and telling me what I’m looking for is here.
I ask “How do I get there?” He tells me to think about it. I wake up.
Dreamer’s comments: Notes appear on the next day’s page. 2-16-96 This a. m in meditation, I realize he said think not visualize myself at the place where he had pointed which is how I had begun. So I just began to think about the universe in general. A ‘knowing’ occured to me to breathe it in thru the top of my head and breathe it out through my hands and to practice this all day as much as I can. My hands tingled.
I went to Toronto with Dawn. For some reason I kept hearing a voice that told me that Toronto was an Indain home. We went to see a movie/show about Indians. I found the whole thing fascinating. Dawn kept flirting with the guys sitting in front of us (they were Indians) I really hadn’t noticed them until I saw people getting up and leaving. I heard someone walking up the aisle say “fire”. Dawn said “yes, there is a fire and we have to leave.” I was bummed. The movie was good and I wanted to see the rest. As we left I didn’t see a fire but the usher said we could not go out the front door where we were parked and to go out the back. I didn’t want to walk all the way around so we stuck to the front door. It was on fire so we found a side door and left. We got in the car and drove away.
Dreamer’s comments: On the page I have noted that my family was going to Toronto in two weeks to see Phantom of the Opera. Dawn is married to a Seneca Indian and I am reading a book about Indians.
One interestng fact since then is that Dawn’s marriage “went up in flames” so to speak and she divorced her Indian and is now married to another man. I got to see the whole Phantom play. :o)
I’m dreaming but I know I’m dreaming. It’s like I can control the dream – maybe. But I feel like first I have to find the right program. And it seems like I’m fiddling with a computer sort of. The backgrounds remind of different wallpapers for computers and I scroll through them looking for something with moons and stars. I don’t find it before I wake up but I am not frustrated. I just feel like if I keep looking and trying to find it, I will.
Dreamer’s comments: Seems like I am supposed to practice persistence.