robot sex

dreamt of robot sex, dying trees and strange rituals and video. 'looks like an angry shave" he said. "you must have seen my dreams." she said. (with SB and Sal)

The wedding feast

I had a strange and beautiful dream. I was seated at a table for a fancy wedding feast. I was sitting with a girl I had just met, but neither of us felt sure we were supposed to be there, or where we were supposed to sit. they brought us roses dipped in the most delicious blue and purple candy that we could suck on or eat, and some strange tokens that were to be used later in the ritual. we seemed to be at Reed College, and I recognized a couple of co-workers there, but no one I knew well.  I was sure it was a wedding, though at no time was it clear who the bride and groom were, throughout the elaborate ceremony, I never saw them.  At one point someone said "that is where the mothers sit" and we changed our seats, feeling uncomfortable I told them "oh, she's not my mother," though the girl was clearly much younger than I, and she was a bit miffed that I had said that.  Then the part of the ceremony came where we went into the hall and there was bright green waters rushing through the halls, kind of levitating so nothing really got wet. each member of the the party got into a kayak and we went rushing through the building in a circuituous route, trying to control the speeding boats with our paddles and wearing elaborate costumes. my boat went into a spin, but I was able to gain control and keep from capsizing, which I think one other boat did. that is the majority of what I remember. I awoke warm and took my blankets aside and felt the need to do some stretching as I often do at night, especially when I have been doing lots of yoga- (7 days this week) and also not drinking enough water. as I was lying there, my butt was uncovered, and I began to fall back asleep. I had a half waking dream that Iyan and probably Gar were outside my door and looking in. I covered my bum, but then realized I was dreaming again.

song circle

It was an evening of sharing visions. Solutions and inspirations poured forth from the lips of kindred, engaged, open minds, hearts, spirits and imaginations. and then, The dream, a continuation. People arrived, with names like Bark, Tarp, and Sun Song, things that protect, defend and nurture. they welcomed me into the song circle. The songs they played and sang were beautiful and inspiring. We all knew each other well, though we could not always remember why. Likewise the songs were familiar, but I did not know the words. Perhaps the chorus but not the verse. the words they spoke were kind and true. The instruments they played were beautiful and unique. But when I looked into my teacher's eyes, his expression changed, joy turned to compassion, sadness, fear, reflecting all my own feelings of self doubt and pain as he slowly dissolved before my eyes into eyes, swirling eyes. I wanted the dream to continue, as it had before, waking and going back to sleep, to be in the circle, to hear more songs, but now my teacher was leaving, I knew I was dreaming, but also that it was time to wake up. time to think and write. This dream was about letting go of doubts, fears, sadness, ego, excuses and justifications, even about letting go of teachers and guides, once the lessons are learned. It was a reminder that all the knowledge and answers I need are already within, and that all we need to do to manifest our dreams is to truly believe and create the reality of our visions. It was a dream about waking up. and as I woke to write my impressions, the song it left me with was "I am the eye, I am the I. I am the eye, I am the I". The other songs were beautiful too, and I wish I remembered more, but perhaps in time. Thank you Lulu Mosman for welcoming me to the song circles and being my new, supportive beautiful friend, and for having the courage to go to North Dakota and fight the pipeline. Thank you Sun Song (and Zebba was in the dream too, in a phone call) for being a long true friend and singing the songs of truth with me. Thank you Antonio Zamora for the power of your convictions and all you have taught me. Thank you Zelah Matheson for believing in your dreams and sharing them. Thank you Sam Smith for inviting the Bucky Fuller fans to gather to gether to envision a brighter future. I have a feeling this dream is just a beginning of a whole new song <3