dream

I had a dream about Cas a few nights ago, that he came back to try to take more things from the house. I told him he couldn't come in. His lackeys (actually he's THEIR lackey but that's now how the dream was), Lindsay and L were there dressed in prom clothes. He was dressed up, too, and I know at least that this meant I was equating them metaphorically with their high school attitudes. By the end of the dream I'd yelled at him, 'You made me hate you. Thanks a LOT!" and hit him on the head while knelt and took it. Well he would kneel and take it: he likes the idea of being a victim. Last night, I dreamed about him again. He came back to me as I was out on a photo shoot. I was taking pictures of models dressed as statues in cemetaries, and I had an assistant that was taking pictures of me in the shoot to. Lots of 1940's flowing dressed with pretty hats, netting, bows and flowers. Anyway, he was hanging around me as if he was right back in my life again. We were travelling from water processing plant to water processing plant. These plants were small things with highly decorated with paintings borders and sunken ponds. Not like one you see today. There came a point when he whipped out his cell phone and walked away to have a conversation. I was reminded of the shit he'd put me through and realized I didn't have his phone number. This upset me so that I started to sit away from him and create a new distance. He tried getting close to me again, but I didn't want anything to do with it. I was too sad. Then his friend came to me. Lindsay or someone. "He's really missed you," they said to me. I didn't believe her. And I wouldn't if it happened in real life, either.

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....

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.