The dream skips then and I'm my friends car, with him at the wheel.  I'm in the back seat, and 2 other folks are in the front. We are parked on what seems like a dirt road, that ends to a shabby street. On the other side is a shabby, shack of a restaurant.  We are in a corridor, between buildings, and I'm not sure why we aren't pulling forward across the street to the drive by the restaurant.  A man comes out of the restaurant with a waiter - and begins to take our order.  We are all wanting delicious deserts. I know my friend Pam is there and she orders a chocolate cheesecake with a special coffee.  I order the same with a diet coke, at which point the waiter pops up with a chalkboard and exclaims that ordering 3 diet cokes make me 47 years old (he did the math on the chalkboard). I laugh and say I'm not nearly that old, and everyone in the car laughs at the thought.

The dreams skips again- and now it's just me and my male friend in the car, waiting for our deserts. It's night - and the sky above has a blue shimmer to it - I  note this much be an unseasonal and unusual aurora beurialis - and note that I do not have my glasses on to see it properly. I reach down to the car cubby to get them, and instead find my sunglasses. I put them back, then end up getting them again.  This time I set them aside, and after some digging, find my real glasses, however by the time I find them, the shimmering sky event is almost gone.  It's at this point my friend gets impatient and decides to drive around the block.  He roars out, and I ask him what the hell he is doing, that we would miss our deserts and they would think we had left without paying. He goes around taking shortcuts, even taking the car over stairs to get back to where we were.  (I think this harkens back to watching L.A Story previously in the evening). 

We park again, only this time his tires deflate, to which he exclaims there is nothing he can do about.  We walk now across the street to the restaurant, again, this odd shanty/lean to, that when we got closer, seemed to stretch on in the back some way. I have some flashback at this time of my sister coming here, that my sister had slept with the owner.  The owner, it turns out, is a shortish, older Mexican or Greek man.  He's not terribly attractive, but he looks fit.  He puts the moves on me a bit but I back off.  He says there are rooms for everything in every theme in his restaurant.  If we want to eat in Italy we can, Greece, that's good too.  I wonder at how this could be given the size of his small place.  I ask to use the facilities - and we enter.  To the side is a concrete hall/door, which I go into. He goes as well (the owner). I'm now in a large, underground concrete structure - and I think "is this where he keeps all the rooms?".  I see a bathroom sign, follow it around a bend, and enter.  Now for some reason he comes in after me.  I go to a large stall, but fail to close the door. He goes in the stall somewhat across from me, and also does not close his door. This does not seem to bother me in the least for some reason.  I pee, I cover myself a little, and then pull up my skirt (which I just realized I was wearing).  I see that he puts on a condom before zipping up.  I know that he wants to do with me, the same thing as he did with my sister.

This is where the dream turns somewhat nightmarish.

We go back to the shack, and there is a small living area there with a couch. My two female cousins are there, sitting on an adjacent couch, sipping tea. there is a small kitchen off the living area as well.  Now for some reason I agree to kiss this man, and his kiss isn't that bad, so I decide that I will make love to him. However my cousins seem to want to stay put and watch.  I kiss him some more, kiss his chest.. but realize I cannot continue with them watching.  He decides to get up for some reason, and I tell them they must go.  They inform me they watched my sister, to which I say I don't believe them. They said they did, and it was okay, because it was all being filmed anyway.  I was in shock.. being filmed, what? They point to a pinhole camera snaking it's way through jars on a shelf behind me, pointed in my direction.  I am enraged now, and turn the camera away. I then go into the kitchen where the man is and say I'm leaving, that I had seen the camera. At first he denies it, then he tries to calm me down, then he threatens me that no one ever leaves.  I storm out the door, but not before hearing him yelling at my cousins. I then hear them screaming - and i know they are being killed.  I realize this man kills women, and that I must now run towards the road. His drive seems long now, and I see he has now mounted a ATV - with sticks that launch and gore people attached and ready to kill me.  I run, see a large sign on the side of the drive and pick it up, ready to thwart any missiles.  His is on a road that is about to intersect mine.  I know he'll beat me, I cannot beat the V.  he launches his missile and I easily dodge it. Another comes, but I thwart it to the side with the sign.  Another comes, and this time I thwart it back to him, and he takes a tumble off his ATV.  He is now groaning in pain and crawling.  I realize at this point I WILL get away, and there is nothing he can do about it.

At this point I had to wake up to pee.. a dog barked in the dream and it snapped me out.  I woke up and wrote it while the memory was still fresh (so excuse grammer and spelling errors!).

I was in a condo much like I live in currently.  There was a dining/living area, and in the back there were bedrooms. The living area had the entrance to the unit coming off of it.  In the back rooms, my mother, and I think my aunt were sitting.  In the front near the door, my sister, and the son of a friend of mine (who is in his early 20's) was there.

I remember seeing a little lost mouse, a little deer mouse, in the hallway.  I leaned down, and in a soft whisper, coaxed the scared mouse into my hand.  I had to find it a new home.  I walked out to the door, and asked my sister and the male to help me with the door.  They looked contemptuous and said no.. they had better things to do.  So I turned back to the rooms, and as I walked down the hall I heard them laughing about me and my mouse.  My mother came and helped me with the door, and outside I finally walked with the mouse.

I was in a field at first, and placed the mouse in the grass.  But I soon realized he could be easily seen from the sky and eaten by a predator, so I scooped him up again.  I found a forest, and I saw a U shaped cut out in the forest, and in it was all these tiny little cubbies, with twigs, holes, papers.  I thought it was a perfect little place for the mouse, and put it in a small cubby.  However I noticed smoke was coming from some of the holes, and soon realized this was actually a giant fire pit.  I freaked, and took out the little cubby I had just put the mouse in, and removed all the twigs and stuff, revealing the frightened mouse.  I know I took it away from that place, but remember no more of the mouse after that.

Instead I was on some sort of slippery transparent surface, walking towards a CBC Kiosk, in which several men stood (including I think Peter Mansbridge). I was NOT on ice, but it was much like ice.  I came and stood by the kiosk, and suddenly beside me a whale came up and breathed and submerged again.  I was about to freak out when one of the men said it was nothing but a hologram, the surface I was on was a giant holographic device.  Then they took me by the hands and started leading me around the kiosk, sliding and skating.. and I was falling all over as they held me up. 

That is all I can recall.

I remember, lying in my bed, looking out a large window beside it.  There was a huge tree right next to the window, one of those trees that had knarls and knots in it.  The knots began to distort however, and I could see horrible masks and faces start to emerge.  Sharp teeth and horrible eyes.  I decided, that I did not want to see this, so I got up, and went out of the room.

Suddenly I was outside, I was on a dock or pier.  Wooden slats, kinda rickety, but I wasn't worried.  It crossed a pond or small lake, and then emerged onto what looked like a larger lake.  Yards away, in waters that were deeper, dolphins swam and emerged, and swam again. There seemed to be hundreds of them.  I thought I was near fresh water and I was confused as to why they were there.  I started humming a tune, a really nice song actually, one I had never heard before.  From the shores and trees and the dolphins themselves, they seemed to sing along with me.  I can't remember the words now, nor barely remember the tune, but I do recall it filled me with a sense of wonder and hope, and I truly enjoyed being there.  I know I wished a dolphin would swim closer, but it was shallow water where I stood, and I knew they couldn't come that close.

The dream skipped, and I was in a bathroom, naked in front of a mirror.  The door to the room was one of those translucent doors, that you can see thru a bit. On the other side I could see a man undressing, and I thought, oh no, that means he could see me.  But I looked at myself and realized that I had lost a lot of weight, and I didn't mind the way I looked at all, so seeing me would be okay.  Suddenly my ex husband, Neal, stormed through the door, holding all manner of birthday balloons.  He squealed "happy birthday!".  I said.. "it's not my birthday silly"... he said " i know but these were the best I could get. You are FREE don't you see! You're free and you should celebrate!".  With that he gave me a big hug and, indeed, I felt quite free.

The dream went on from there, but I cannot remember the rest.

Of course, I still struggle with the stalking concept a bit and how to apply that to the extremely metaphor laden dreams I seem to have, but I'm working on it.

My work in the Nagual has also been extremely personal and I've been reticent to share that online, and not exactly sure if it should be shared.  Things like power animals and power names and Nagual work - perhaps is not best served on the public internet.

Having said that I should be recording my dreams more often, so I shall endevor to update once again....

or not,

we'll see.

I was in a kitchen - the kind that's open concept with a dining room or breakfast nook attached.  There's a patio door beside the "nook".  I am with my Mother and my sister.  My mother is standing with her back against the wall that the patio door is on, working away on the kitchen island - cutting veggies.  I look out the patio door.. and suddenly what looks like nuclear bombs are going off in the distance. It's hard to gauge how far but they look huge.  I know somehow this is not bombs, or tornadoes.  It's like clouds being expelled from the ground up, with rolls of black cloud expelling outwards.  It's like a volcano I realize, and I also realize we need to get to the basement because it's going to hit us.

I yell to my mother to come to the basement, but like an oblivious zombie she cuts veggies.  She does not hear me.  My sister and I head for the basement, just as a roll of cloud and mud hit the wall and I watch my mother crumble like a blown leaf over the kitchen island.  My sister and I are somehow not alone in the basement, others have joined us.  They look like construction workers, they all wear hard hats and have protective gear on.  I wonder if my sister and I should  hide in the crawl space to be further protected. I also wonder if we are going to be buried alive, beneath a mound of mud.

That is all I can remember of the dream.

I had a violent tornado dream.
I was in a highrise with my ex-boyfriend (now friend).  We were very  high up, in a city, in a downtown core. I want to say it was a condo complex in Toronto or something similar.  There were glass walls on two sides of the unit as we were on the corner.  I looked out one side - there was a similar condo just across the way.  I looked to the right and saw a storm moving in - but the clouds were swirling.  There were dark clouds even more to the right.. I couldn't tell if it was rain coming down or if cloud was coming down the air was so thick.  I ran to the other side of the condo where the glass was, but the cloud seemed to elude me as to what it was doing.  I ran back to the original side, and with horror suddenly saw a massive twister heading straight for our building.  Anthony was in the middle of the room, in a bed, sleeping.  I screamed at him to wake up - I was going into the bathroom, where there were no windows, to dive into the bathtub for protection.  He would not wake.  I screamed and screamed but he did not budge.  I had no time to grab him so I dived into the tub to save myself.  Glass and debris began to fly around me - but the whole thing happened very quickly.  It seemed as though as soon as it started it was over.  I had been spared in the tub.

I went out of the bathroom.. the glass was gone, all blown out.  I called out for Anthony.  He was still in the middle of the room, but the sheets were gone, and instead he was screaming, trying to sit up, with glass embedded in his body all over.  He had pulled two large pieces from his chest, large gashes were left behind.  I told him not to move and tried to apply tourniquets to his body where the cuts were very bad. 

I saw the condo across the street was blown out and damaged as well.  I knew, that no help could come but by chopper, as the structure of the building was unsound and we could not go.  I thought that I was stuck there for a while, waiting, and that Anthony could very well die. 

And then my alarm went off. 

I dreamt that I had discovered a secret world above our own, well actually, that surrounds our own.  There were people who shaped our realities around us. For every acre on the planet there was one person who shaped that acre - into the reality we all see around us.  Below the reality we see, was a dead planet - much like Mars - and these creatures let us survive on this planet thinking it was still alive.  So, I saw these people.. aliens really - shaping every acre of reality. And then there was a hierarchy - each acre alien reported to an alien who looked over every city - and every city alien reported to a country alien, and every country alien reported to a head world alien.  I think they did this with many worlds.

There was also some notion of them doing this to try to bring life BACK to our world - and integrate us into a living planet.  Of course we are sort of screwing that notion up with all the pollution - and they were trying to throw us hints of this by sending massive hurricanes or tornadoes or weather changes our way.  

There was more too it but it was all quite complicated and in my waking world I'm having troubles remembering it all.  If I were a book or script writer I would take that idea and go with it however!  Hmm.. maybe I will...  

Dream Snippit 2:
I receive a cell phone call from my ex-hubby, Neal.  He says, that he will be in a block of ice on the street corner and will I come get him.  I thought he was utterly kidding around (who would do that?) and ignored him, and went out with my boyfriend Anthony.  A night passed, and in the morning Anthony and I were walking along some city street... when up ahead I see a head, sticking up from a block of ice. With horror I realize this is Neal, and I run towards him.  He has been stuck in the ice block all night long.. he face is starting to turn blue.  I yell at Anthony (who has strayed away) to call 911.  He is fairly blase about the matter, as are the many people who have passed by him without notice.  I asked Neal, why are you in this ice? Didn't you ask anyone for help?  He said... no.. no I didn't.  I asked why he did it.. as I tryed to chip at the ice and pull it away from him.. but he was confused and almost frozen, and couldn't really answer.  I remember rubbing my hands on  his head and face and trying to warm him..
and then I woke up.

Whatever the reason, I have resurrected the journal, and am hoping to post dreams soon.  Indeed, the dream life is active once again, something I can thank my new job, location of living, and new friends for greatly.

I've been asked before why I like dreams or record them.. to me, it is a recording of what my inner, unknown self is thinking and feeling, and a strange symbolic story that unfolds my state of mind and life at any given time.  They are footprints along the path of my life as much as any real world journal entry would be, and I value my dreams greatly.

And if nothing else, they make a great story. 

I was in my bed, my bed as it is in real life. I sat up... and at the corner of my bed was a large owl.  Sitting there, perfect.  For some reason in the dream I knew this owl.. and said hello.  And then I asked it.. (as it blinked in it's eerie owl way), if it spoke human english, if it talked.  It blinked again... and said "who who who"... like owl's do.  I said.. "oh c'mon... I'm sure you talk"... and I was very jovial and happy saying this.  Suddenly, in a slightly mexican accent, the owl said "Ello".  I was astounded and instead of being freaked out I got really happy.  "You CAN Talk!".. to which the owl replied "why yes of course, all of us can talk, even your cats can talk.".  I saw Millie (my little tortieshell) playing on the floor.... "can  you talk Millie?" I asked.  She just responded with a "Meow?".  The owl then jumped off the bed and hopped over to where Millie was, and seemed to whisper in her ear.  "Hello!" she said...as she continued to play with her own feet.  Suddenly Nigel, my other cat, jumped on the bed and said "yes, I too, can talk".. in a much more sober voice.

That is the only clear snippit I remember, there was something else about going outside, and seeing a couple horses, a mare and her colt... and she was talking human to the colt... "Stooooppp.. gettt backkk heerreee"... while pulling on his tail.  I believe at some point the dream broke out into a musical number, and I awoke with my dreamself singing something along the lines of "I am not alone.. I am not alone".....

And that is all I can remember of the dream.