keeping up...

 So glad to find my dream blog is still alive! must visit more often- still dreaming vividly every night, though it may fade quickly in the morn if I don't take time to recall and writer it down. depression has been slowing me down and I am seeking couseling again after a very rough year.  relationship with my daughter is strained at best and I wish I could fix it. Yoga and Dreams has downsized considerably with only 1 or 2 classes a week and focus has shifted to Cirkus Pandemonium and Greene Henge. currently seeking a good part time job to support my hobbies! going to put this blog on my FB so I can access it more easily and hopefully post more dreams soon!

The Umbrella Effect: Living the Dream

Anarchist Jurisdiction

 Anarchist Jurisdiction

There's always more

than one way to go

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get out of my way

you drive too slow!

Burn down

the fire station!

Blow up the bank!

The anarchists are

the ones to thank!

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here in Portland

we're doing fine!

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where black lives matter

is the sign of the times!

mutual aid

and protest time

I'll take care of yours

and you take care of mine!

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abolish the prisons!

and the police!

and you don't have to keep

your dog on a leash!

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board up the windows

and spray paint all the walls!

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cause private property

means nothing at all!

and every government

must eventually fall!

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The dismantilors

 in my dream I was seal woman, and wanted to be champion of the ice sliders. I was goldilocks. in a pageant, but the wig was too small and wouldn't stay in place. I wanted to be chosen by a lover, an amalgam of characterstics, soulful eyes and hairy hobbit feet. he wanted to know me and understand me, read my bumperstickers and hear my musics, read my tattoos. we found my feathered wings were growing in to the outline of wing tattoo shapes on my back, as moss and molds sprouted on the soles of my feet. embarrassed. I wondered how it was possible. since i knew I showered last night. he must have tracked it in on his feet. the tv started blaring loudly as we tried to make

, I knew it was Gar's fault for messing with the settings. but I couldn't turn it off. the sex was not passionate but difficult, as neither of us felt completely at ease. he asked if someone might need the adjoined bathroom, and I said no, they will use the one downstairs. but then david potter came in and we awkwardly acted like nothing was going on. all of this was so meaningful when I awoke, and I decided to start a punkrock band, fronted by dogs and cats called the dismantilors.

killer bunny

Attacked by a giant rabbit in my dream last night. also bitten by the dog who had scared the bunny living in a self driving RV. could fill the pain and see the blood on my nose asked for help from Blythe and her BF.

The Helicopter

I awaken to realize I was dreaming. I had been flying a helicopter, low to the ground, in a sweeping spiral, searching for a lost little girl. I realize that I am the lost little girl, my lost inner child. I am the helicopter, a vehicle that lifts people up to show them a broader perspective, the seeker, searching for myself, seeking that perspective, the rescuer, saving lost souls, the brambles, hiding lost children, offering a thorny shelter, a tough outer covering to protect the vulnerable, the beach grass hanging on tenaciously in the shifting sands, and the sand itself. I am the sky in which the helicopter flies.

I realize that this method of dream interpretation is so much more than a doorway into the psyche, a window into the subconscious world. It is a way to interpret life, the universe. In the meta, I am the dream, I am the dreamer, awakening to the realization of oneness. The universe dreaming itself into creation, maintaining the illusion of separation, and the ultimate dissolution. Infinite, eternal, one, and nothing. Consciousness, seeking to understand itself. Sleeping, dreaming, waking, remembering, forgetting, dreaming again. This is why I love sleep. the dream contains all meaning, and meaninglessness. All one.

As always, there is a song about this-

Spiraling Into the Center

Spiraling into the Center,

the Center of the Wheel.

Spiraling into the Center,

the Center of the Wheel.

We are the Weavers, we are the woven ones

We are the Dreamers, we are the Dream.

We are the Weavers, we are the woven ones

We are the Dreamers, we are the Dream.

https://lyricstranslate.com/en/song-goddess-and-god-spiraling-center-lyrics.html

• Artist: Beverly Frederick

Dreaming of India, sitting on warm sands, watching elaborate pageantry performed by simple villagers, With colorful costumes intricate dance movements and outsized papier mache masks they portray a magical history. An ugly old woman wishes to be blessed with beauty and youth by Lakshmi. Suddenly I am the old woman and I lovingly climb a carved wooden cart post to obtain the blessing. My simple peasant dress is transformed into 1,000 luxuriant silks. yet still I am consorting with poor old gypsies in the street, haggling and swindling each other for tobacco, pot and opium. Still we are warm inside the large tent while the desert winds blow outside, flapping the walls. Mark Mark and Sunny are there and Sunny is looking young and beautiful in her neatly arranged dread locks. Mark invites me into his gypsy cart and we are smoking, I tell him I want one of these carts and he is explaining  how they work and that you really need a horse to pull them, because they are heavy. I want one that I could pull myself. A woman is singing kirtan and I sing along a bit, surprising her that  know the words, Hare Krsna Hare Krsna, then mumbling along when the songs get more complex. Over all a very good dream, With a message, I must stay true to my spiritual path, Appreciate that I am indeed blessed and not spend my energies worrying and chasing after lowly material pleasures and intoxicants. A good dream for the morning after Thanksgiving- Buy Nothing Day!