11 Jan 2005

I dreamt:

I am on a nature walk with my family, and the Elkingtons are with us. We are meandering through a dense old wood forest until we reach the car park, at which point I leave everyone and drive back to town. I end up in an older building that is being used as a parking garage. All the levels are dimly lit and dingy, but on the top level there is a group of women playing soccer. Although they are all my senior, I know everyone of them. I stop and talk to them for a spell and they all shower me with words of encouragement. I walk to the building and go down a couple of floors to the gym. There is a small pool and also a weight room and large open area for stretching. I am there to see Alyssa; she is currently practicing her scuba diving skills in the pool. After we talk I leave the gym and head home to Dexter St. Graeme is there and he's involved in something and begins to teach me different things-like 'focus' is 'suc of' backwards.

We laugh about it and then I leave. I meet up with Brian and we head over to Joe's apartment building, where Mary Anne and Vida also live. The building is shaped like a horseshoe and there is a communal area in the middle. There is a lot of activity in the building as everyone is cleaning and preparing for something. Mary Anne is hanging a banner with three stylized pigs on it, and Joe has everything from his place outside so he can clean the floor thoroughly.

7 Aug 2004

I dreamt:
There is a rugged looking young man and at first I feel very uneasy around him. He puts a strange mask around my face and puts me in a specialized shower. The mask is tightly suctioned to my face and it is a source of considerable anxiety. I get out of the shower and he is still there. I feel relaxed and refreshed and am in a very peaceful state. I am having trouble getting the mask off of my face and the man has to help me. We both pull hard at it and after a great deal of effort we remove the mask. We leave the place and I see someone I know and tell them about it, enthusiastically recommending that they try it but this person is very suspicious of the whole thing.

May 12, 1998

I'm in Alaska with my father, Aunt Mary, and my Nana. We are sightseeing and trek to the top of a scenic lookout. Behind us there is a fresh stream and in front of us the whole of the wild Alaskan beauty stretches out. It is a warm day and we go to the stream. I am walking through the stream and in the water I can see all this bright coral. I pick some of it up and stare at the complex patterns and vibrant colors and am tempted to take it home with me-I think how it is just a little piece and no one would miss it, but then I put it back. I know that it is not mine to take, it belongs to the majesty of the Universe. Some local guys are there also and they start chatting with us, telling us about this place as they know it and hanging out with us as we wander. Eventually we wander to a larger open field that is just beginning to bloom. The music of bagpipes floats about and as we cross the stream we see a troop of Scotsmen dancing in the traditional manner, all decked out in their kilts, moving into two circles, one inside the other. As I stand in the warm breeze with the soft grass brushing my legs I can see the energy that these men are generating with their music and movement-an earthly recreation of the Northern Lights billowed forth from their circles and filled the air. The two locals want to shows us something else, so we follow them to a cove along the water. The land looks out upon the expansive sea while the shallow waters of the cove are clear and crisply blue. We are waiting for the sun to set when I notice that the shallows are filling up with a school of fierce looking fish. I go to the water and look closer, and see that they are not fierce at all but are all very old. I get in and playfully swim with the fish, but I can feel their loneliness; they are the last of their kind. the sun is setting and I do not want to leave the penetrating beauty of this place that I'm in.