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.

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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)

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

The Magical Quality of Dreams

I am a dreamer.  I have known this my entire life and if anyone had to put a description to me it would most probably be ‘dreamer’.  I love the world of other realms and other realities.  Each night I soar through multiple realities and probabilities, knowing that I am so much more, knowing that there is so much more to this reality and to my reality.  Knowing that there are realms in which I am completely unrestricted by mass, physical matter and earthly duty.

Places where I have no guilt and conscience, places where there is no logic and everything makes perfect sense.  Places where my uncensored being can transform freely, intelligently and create.  Places where I can fly, swim under water, communicate telepathically and work alongside angels and demons.