Category Archives: Dream

Persistence of Water

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We were looking “up north” for a space, or something. Its some kind of school with rooms.  It seems very rustic.

My mother and I were in a room, looking up at something, and they let us out.

They open the door, it’s like a shower stall.  The water retains the shape of the rectangular stall as it slowly drains out the bottom.

At the end, my father is going “back up there”.  There is the address I just went to, but he’s going somewhere else.

Waking up, I feel released from some emotional pressure, I was hoping the water that retained its shape was a symbol of some emotional force, some astra/visual force leaving me, like the continuous stream of images.  Or getting over some sadness at being isolated as a child.  But then trying to write all this down, it’s very magic.  Some part of me is being “lifted out”.

Flying to the Power Lines

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Early this morning I was in a convertible car with someone driving.  He had dark skin. It was a sunny day.  I turned to him and asked who he was.  I told him I was having a lucid dream.  His head shrank, cartoonishly.  And then it stretched to a very long, thin, hot-dog shape.  Later I was standing beside a house, probably my grandmother’s house, and I saw a church across the street.  There was a storm brewing behind it and lots of lightning.

Later I had a second dream in which I was in “my apartment”, reminiscent of the apartment on Lyon, white paint on the walls, but different.  I flew outside and I was very happy I was flying.  I flew higher and higher until the earth became a round image around me, I was thinking it might be generated by fractals.  Then I flew as high as I could but there were some power lines.  I didn’t feel so bad when I woke up.  I thought the power lines might be angels.