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Sunday, January 21, 2007

dream

Rocky shores, with sand... and I was there with ... Cas, I think. My father, definitely, and that is where we lived; in tents along the shores. But a world storm was coming, so my father said, and I could feel it, too. He wanted us to pitch our tents on the high cliffs, but (so he said) the waves were going to be 100 feet high. Is this cliff high enough? I asked. It was a small cliff. No, he said, looking at it. By that time I had a small crowd of people with me, but I do not remembered the others. They were almost background music, but yes. A small crowd was with us. Browns. My father told me how high the waves were going to be, and I said, "Oh, we'll have to move to --" andI talked about another area nearby that had super high rock mountain cliffs by the water. That was where we would have to go, it was decided, in order to not be killed by the water. The clouds were forming overhead, but the air was calm. I worried about it. I worried about getting the people to move their tents to sucha place. I worried about how we would put tent stakes into the granite, and worried about what would happen if the winds ripped the tents away. But either the dream changed or I went into a second dream, but it was in a house. We were borrowing it, and it was furnished with beautiful things. And I had a Japanese decorated dining room set! So I was worried about how to arrange my furniture. There was a woman staying with us who was "rich". I worried about whereto put her, too. She didn't even know how to wash dishes, although it was kind of her to offer. My father was washing the dishes as he also sat ON the dishwasher. I worry, about those rising winds....

Saturday, January 20, 2007

dream

Sometimes, I have mentioned in the past, I'll ask, "Please show me something" as I lay down to sleep. Last night I asked, "Please show me myself... in the future." It was a selfish request, I am aware, but its not something I've ever asked my "gods/spirits/whatever" directly before. Oh, sure I've gotten card readings, but this time I just... wanted it direct, I suppose. I was shown ocean water on the high seas. I said, "No no, show me myself! Myself!" I was shown two other things, but only one stuck with me. It started out as a temple building on a high mountain. It was a very 2d image: as if only a metaphor. My spirit flew to it, and I entered tall high doors. Inside the doors was a bare, cold stone room where two or three angels spoke. They were not the glowbright angels, mind you, but the feathered-type of popular dogma. They were men, but I could only see one clearly: a nearing middle-aged man who had once been strong. He said to the other, "Ten angels in the world, working for the (good?) of mankind." As he spoke, he turned away from the other - who was in his late teens or early twenties - and walked to the only window of the room to look out into the blue expanse of sky where their building was. I opened my eyes, then, wondering what in the hell this had to do with my future. I'll probably never figure it out.