My Sandals Are Missing Presumed Stolen

I am in an unfamiliar house in an unfamiliar neighbourhood.  It is night there are lights on everywhere.  I am uncomfortable being there with these strangers and I want to go home.  I feel as if self-imposed prison because if I leave I may get lost.

There’s a bed in a hideous and untidy room. The bedspread is bile green floral with seventies style pillowcases.  The room is a perfect example of bad taste and mental disorder.  The whole place is chaotic without a point of focus or harmony.  As I lay on the bed two strange creatures hover over me and climb around me.  They look like Halloween characters.  They are quite laughable except that they are very menacing and seem intent on harassing me.

I find myself praying the blood of Christ over them and ordering them to leave in the name of Jesus.  I am surprised by my automatic behaviour and my dependence on a being outside myself to command lesser creatures to leave.  I sense that I am being lazy and because these creatures are completely new to me and rather persistent, the Jesus route is simply the easiest.  In the truest sense I simply want to be alone to sleep in peace.

Unable to take this nasty little house full of noisy strangers any longer, I gather my things to leave then discover that my shoes are missing.  The feeling of mortification and worst case scenario sends alarm bells ringing and gets my heart pounding.  At first, I think that they have been misplaced or put away, but once everyone else starts searching for them I begin to get a sinking feeling that a woman has stolen them.  The home owner, a pleasant enough fellow suggests that I take the shoes that have been left by the thief.  My heart stops and I am filled with absolute horror at the suggestion, for there in place of my beloved trusty leather Jesus sandals, are some cream plastic mules.  To me, they are hideous and I would rather go barefoot.  This is then what I must do as I leave the house.

My female guide is being very helpful, in fact everyone is being very accommodating and helpful, it is I who is being ‘fussy’ and uncompromisingly unreasonable.  Quite dramatic in truth. I follow her gingerly making my way over the unevenly cobbled dirty pavement in search of the thief.  I see my car and tell her that it’s filled with groceries.  She beckons that we will return for the groceries, now we are in pursuit of the return of  my shoes.  I feel the task is a hopeless one.  I sulkily assess my guide.  She has very frizzy brown hair and is wearing tight denim shorts.  Her look is not right for a middle-aged woman with chubby white legs.  My sense of time and space quickly become distorted and I begin to feel tired and panicky.  I am lagging behind.  The woman has led me down a grubby, dark alley in which lurk some very unsavoury looking characters. They hide in the shadows grimacing menacingly as if right out of the pages of a comic book.  Then in sudden contrast to the absolute decay and filth of the alley, hobbles a very young, very small deer.  She is beautiful, delicate and really, like myself, doesn’t belong there.  She is limping due to an old injury to her right hind leg.  I am afraid for her because I see how vulnerable she is and sense that these awful idiotic people will kick her about like a football.

The deer turns and looks at me sending me a message and then hobbles bravely on.  My heart breaks as I realise that she is lost and doomed to her fate but that she is telling me that I mustn’t walk any further down the alley.  I don’t belong in this place at all.

Dreamt: 20th April 2011

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Enlightenment

I am swimming in a stretch of dark water which is inky sort of like a pea soup.  It’s not dark nor is it light – the light is monochromatic. I am a little off shore and swimming with my Mother who is young perhaps the age I am now or even younger.  We are more good friends than mother and daughter.  Suddenly I begin to get pulled by a very strong current.  Even though we are together in the water it is me being pulled out towards the open waters and my mother remains in the calm.  She begins to swim after me in a bid to rescue me, but the current is strong and fast and I can see that she wont be able to swim holding both of us against the tug.

I tell her to swim to shore and get help.  A boat is my only chance of rescue.  It is difficult letting her go, wondering if we will ever see each other again. Instead of blind panic I begin to resign myself to my fate.  Something is pulling me as if claiming its own and there is absolutely nothing I can do to prevent it.

Sharks begin to circle me and soon I will be gone.  I call for help from the spirits of the sea and a dark shape begins to manifest and form from the depths below.  At first I believe it to be dolphin energy buoying me up moving me against the tide towards the land.

My vision clears and see a giant turtle is carrying me on it’s back. The trusty, steady creature is calm and centred and carrying me safely to the shore.  My heart is filled with a deep gratitude and awe at this unexpected kindness.

On the shore two men holding fire torches meet me.  They are dressed in simple robes similar to the monks of old. They lead me to an old abbey created from heavy dark stone with thick wooden doors.  It is now nightfall. All communication is telepathic with no actual words spoken.  I am guided into a room and told to remove all my clothes and put on the robe.  There are other initiates both male and female and we are all expected to do this.  I wonder if I am meant to remove my underwear too and I find the thought of doing this strangely erotic. I decide to remove everything and just wear the robe. It is a rich brown and very soft thickly woven from the softest lamb’s wool not at all scratchy as I had imagined it to me.  The garment has no fastenings but is held closed with a yellow belt.

We are let into another room.  We all seem nervously excited and none of us know what to expect.  The two young men who met me at the shore explain to us that we are to form a select group of initiates and that we will open worlds and other realms. This will be a revolutionary higher spiritual order of being. We are then broken up into a smaller group and I am taken to a smaller room off the main room. Guided to stand with my back to the wall the leader holds my left hand and one of my fellow initiates holds on to my right.  My guide bids me to close my eyes.  As soon as I do I feel the beautiful pure energy of my guide begin to flow through me. But immediately I feel as though I have plugged into a force and energy of uniquely my own and that it is even more powerful than his and that both he and my brother can feel the surges and rhythms of light and flow moving through me and into them.  Although I am conscious of being in the room with the others my mind explodes to show a multiverse of depth and unimaginable proportions.  I see this in the form of many millions of orange pineal eyes undulating, moving and glowing filling me with exquisite, gentle soft light energy.

I am physically swaying and moaning with deep pleasure but my brothers are keeping me held upright.  Suddenly a dark hole begins to from in the fabric of the orange eyes.  It begins to disrupt the order of things and I am unable to seal it so it just grows larger until forced back into consciousness and back into the room. I look to my teacher feeling weak and raw from having been wrenched from the beauty of the cosmic light.  I begin to weep and he holds me tightly to him stroking and kissing my hair as if mopping up my pain. I feel so wretched I wished I could climb inside his body and stay there. Eventually I begin to recover my strength. I realise that I have not merely passed a test but have shown myself  in a different league to the others.  I have come as a quite a surprise to my teachers. I channel from the most direct natural source.  Once recovered I look accusingly at my fellow initiate standing regarding me sheepishly.  He’s whole demeanour expresses deep apology. He shows me that the groaning, undulating pulse flowing through me to him was physically arousing and as soon as he began to respond with an erection it tore a hole through the fabric of the pineal eyes.  Feeling better, I now see the humour in this and I hug him sharing laughter with the group.

Dreamt: 14 April 2011

Trapeze Dancer

I’m at place sort of like a large funfair.  I think I live within it or nearby.  It has a very relaxed holiday feel about it.  I’m not on holiday though.  I am there to explore my future and see what I can do.

There is a car park that looks like a drive-in or a roadhouse.  There are rows of cars parked on the tarmac and lots of high poles with double wires.  There are women dancing and walking on the wires.  It looks incredibly easy and a lot of fun.  I cannot see if they are moving in synch from rung to rung or remaining in one spot – but it has the sense of graceful fluid movement yet keeping with one’s own place.  I’m eager to join in and do so with great enthusiasm.  I get positioned towards the front of the group and change into a little diamante-studded leotard in a jewel colour. The music begins and I start my performance.  Thoroughly enjoying myself I believe myself to be doing splendidly.  I feel talented, outstanding, accomplished successful and sexy.  A woman in her prime equal to if not better than all the other women in the performance.

The performance ends and I realise that I have been in a test to see if I qualify for the job.  The lead dancer, who is an attractive leggy blonde woman of about 50 informs me that I have no rhythm and that my performance was half hearted.  She adds that I was not kicking my legs up with enthusiasm and height and that all in all I am just not the calibre dancer they require.

I’m shocked.  This isn’t rocket science.  It’s funfair entertainment, cabaret circus style for goodness sake!  The owner manager comes out from his booth and says; ‘Get rid of that woman.  She’s useless!’

A gentle soothing voice whispers,’ You don’t need to be one of these ‘girls’.  These ‘girls’ are doing this because they are trading on their good looks and no brains.  You have brains – you can do so much more than this.  This is just not you’.

My ego has been dented and I am dismayed at how my perception of my performance was so different from everyone else.  It had been so much fun and truly liberating. I see the truth in what he is saying, however, and it seems that I am simply not cut out to be a people pleaser.

Fertile Ground

I have been given a tract of land.  The ground is raised and forms a flat pyramid.  It sits right in the middle of  a very modern cityscape.  Distressed because I seem to have run out of money and resources an advisor tells me to look to the land.  The land is a gift and fertile in ways beyond comprehension – I can do absolutely anything with it, convert it into anything and because of it’s location it is in itself extremely valuable.

Having all these choices doesn’t make the dilemma any easier and any solution isn’t  a quick and  immediate because  it’sg oing to take thought and planning.  I feel frustrated.  I am very grateful for the gift, but confused and frustrated.

Dreamt: 1 February 2011 (Chinese New Year)

The Beloved Lady

I m at a beautiful place; it is near the sea.  I meet a woman of my age and who is just like me.  She is married to a much older, very wealthy man – the owner of the land.  He clearly spoils and indulges her out of love for her.

He cherishes her and I am slightly envious.  We both adore nature and gardens.

We joke about her procession through 200 000 people on a French sedan chair.

Dreamt: 7 May 2002

God and Satan

I am summoned to a bedroom with a large bed.  A female companion comes with.  I am fair and she is dark. We are extraordinarily beautiful.

Satan kneels in front of me on the bed.  He has a lot of sandy, ginger coloured hair like a halo around his oversized head.  Satan has chosen me as his consort because I am different. I feel simultaneously afraid and honoured. He begins to make love to me using the power of his mind. The attention is embarrassing and feel no sexual attraction and worry that perhaps I should.  Satan orgasms and as he does a surge of powerful orgasmic electrical energy shoots out the top of my head like a fountain. It is an incredible experience and something I have never felt before, a mind spring.

As Satan leaves he asks for directions from God who is very similar to my father.

Dreamt: 12 May 2002