Drugs, Party and Car Theft

I am at the scene of a crime with family. We're all hanging out outside possibly from seeing a movie or something. There are many people out on the street on a nice summer evening. It becomes apparent that there are two cars that are being disassembled and essentially stolen in front of our eyes. One of the cars has all its windows busted. There's a gang of 5 plus maybe 10 guys. We're looking at the scene and they look at us threateningly and we decide to do nothing because it would be dangerous.

I'm at a large party that also seems to be outdoors. Again there are people all over and there's one person I'm talking to about drugs. He takes me out to a place in the parking lot where there's a whole series of packages lined up neatly. We start going through them and identifying different substances. They all have very sophisticated packaging. They are wrapped in cellophane with all sorts of bright colors and incredible detail. We literally stuff our pockets with handfuls of things and walk away.

Later I'm back at the same pile. It has all been reorganized and I'm with someone that is not familiar with it and now that I have familiarity I walk them through the detail of what's there and it's another very similar scene where we are going through package by package taking everything that we want and whoever is hosting the party has set this all up.

Notes: I woke fairly well rested but slightly anxious because I was supposed to meet Shirley to go garage sale shopping and to breakfast. Meeting her was on my mind when I went back to sleep about 7:30 and didn't wake up until 10:00. At the moment this dream seems to me more related to my work in the backgrounds of some of the kids I'm working with. Particularly one, Joel, who mimicked the hand off of a drug deal in the hallway. Eat a small wad of paper in his hand and was trying to get me to do a hand slap exchange. I failed miserably I had no idea what he was trying to do until after it was over.

It was very long series of dreams that seemed to be related. At one point I may have been dreaming for over two hours continuously.

What does the dream want? For me to sort out my use of drugs. Marijuana, Ayahuasca, mushrooms...

Reality check: Synchronicity. Soul Quest Ayahuasca Church of Mother Earth, in Orlando! https://www.ayahuascachurches.org

Bumper sticker: You are what you eat

Dreams to action: Check out ayahuasca in Orlando.

An Unlearned Lesson at the Candy Counter

I am in a large outdoor venue with friends. The event has just ended and we are making our way back to our cars to leave. Somehow I have been left with no transportation home and I'm considering hitchhiking.

I am making my way down a hill across the lawn and encounter a difficult area to negotiate. I analyze the land of land and make a decision so they don't get muck all over my shoes. I feel good about the decision and now back on the sidewalk.

I'm still trying to figure my way out and walk by a large architectural installation. There is an old area of very large sculptures and a more recent addition that are very tall and thin archways. Am I also looking ahead to my destination and see that there's a gap between where I am and where I want to go and contemplate jumping it. As I get closer I see that there is a walkway and that that idea was absurd. I am now right next to the archway and there is a young man playing with it. He's basically shaking it back and forth and while it's very tall possibly multiple stories it's just dry stacked stone and is wobbling. I asked him what he would do to improve the stability of the structure. He says add four stones. I discuss this with him and his parent and we mentioned that that would hardly be enough to stabilize it. We looked next to it and the huge old installation has large metal rods going back to stabilize it into the hill.

I am now at a very crowded candy counter and I've been separated from the people that I am with and was hoping to get a ride home with. There is an elderly woman working behind the counter. She's very nicely dressed. Something that would be stylish in the 1950s for mature woman. I asked for milk studs and then ask at their other options like milk dogs with something else. She says yes but she's uncertain of the price of the package and that that she can ask the management. I'm still hoping to negotiate a ride home so I say no that would take too long and say this in a way that is short and blunt, basically rude. I mentioned something about incompetence and immediately see that I have hurt her feelings. I mean  forward to look behind the counter and see that there are no prices marked on any of the candy. Aramark that the incompetence is not on her part but then part the people who set the stand up and expected them to remember the prices of all the items.

At this point I don't know if I'm dreaming or if I'm awake and just contemplating the situation. I tell her that not only is she not been incompetent but she's been very pleasant and helpful. At the same time I acknowledge that I have been rude and that the damage is already done. I compare it to running over someone's cat with a car and then apologizing. I've been in this situation more than once and every time I do it I feel like there's a lesson to be learned but I don't learn it. In order to truly learn it I would never be rude to another person regardless of the circumstances. It never turns out to be a good idea.

This thought turns into a contemplation of my new job that I will be dealing with lots of kids that are beyond rude likely violent in some situations. How the stress of modern life is made everything difficult. Reminds me of my encounter with the employee at Dunkin donuts. I think I did handle that well. We were waiting in line forever at the drive-thru and instead of getting angry I was more contemplative. When I got to the window I asked her if she was running the place by herself she said no but they were short-handed and couldn't get people to work.. she said the work was too stressful especially in the summer when there were crowds. I wondered to myself that work was so stressful here in the Adirondacks something is truly amiss.

Notes: Half dream, half post dream contemplation, back to dream?

What does the dream want? For me be prepared for the onslaught from the Mountain Lake Academy. Life goal...never be rude again.

Reality check: Being attached by kids will be challenging...rewarding?  Teach by example.

Bumper sticker: Being Rude is Never a good Idea

Dreams to action: My desires or beliefs do not entitle me to be rude, abusive or violent to others because they do not see the world as I do.

Hubris: The luckiest guy in the world gets really angry

I am with my family and we are entering a crowded movie theater. Is very popular and we're in a large crowd as we are working our way in the front doors of the theater. I look down and see a quarter on the ground, this happens to me often. As I've been down to pick up the quarter I realized it's part of several coins. Some bigger than quarters then bigger than silver dollar s then bigger than any coin I've ever seen. As I'm picking them up some one of my family I believe my nephew is standing next to me and is picking some up too but I'm grabbing most of them. I realize that they are layered and sheets of paper and there's some information on the paper. I imagine it's some sort of sales gimmick that somehow got dropped in this on the street. It's not just on the street it's like a little hole you actually have to lean over to get into it.

Gathering up all of these coins has taken some time and we are now late at getting into the movie. I'm following my nephew into the movie house but he is taking us around the side and we are coming in from the side and I realize that my wife has all the tickets and that everybody else is already gone ahead and we don't know where they are. In addition to that since we've come into the side if they're waiting for us in the front they're not going to see us. I'm distracted as I'm walking through the lobby by all of the offerings of soda and candy and I think about getting something. But I keep moving and ask where is the front door. I'm so agitated I almost shouted out in the crowd. I'm having difficulty finding the front door I'm confused about exactly where we are in the theater and I think get my phone see if they texted us. I tell Paul to do the same thing. I take my phone out of my pocket and it's like there's an old iPhone centered in the middle of my phone case it doesn't come close to fitting the case. I stare at it and I'm totally confused. I then realize someone has stolen my phone and replaced it with this joke. I've been realized the whole coin thing was not luck but a ruse and I was totally sucked into it. My emotions have gone from feeling really lucky to being stressed about finding my way to the seats to now being incredibly angry. 

I am back out in front of the theater. I am explaining to anyone who will listen what has happened and I am getting angrier and angrier. All of the coins have found their way into a pouch in my pocket and I pour them out and explain to people what happened. I shout why can't the police send a signal to the phone and blow those f****** up. After my explanation I'm picking up all the coins and putting them back in the pouch. I realize there's a second pouch next to mine that's also filled with coins and I wonder where that came from. I imagine that my nephew filled that one up at some point and so I just take it and pour it into mine. With all the coins in the pouch it barely fits I'm having difficulty pushing them into the pouch. There may also be a small metal object that is not even a coin that I've stuffed into the pouch as well.

As I'm standing there One of the people in the crowd ask Liam who is standing next to me, are you from here? Instead of answering he looks shy seems to be thinking about it somewhat confused and is mostly quiet. I butt in the conversation and say he's from here I've known him for 20 years. he might be slightly confused because he moved here from Wisconsin when he was young and still has family there.

I was so angry it woke me up. As I was half awake I was still angry about having my phone stolen and how expensive it was going to be to replace it. As I return to waking consciousness I realized it was a dream how foolish and what an ass had been in the dream. So my emotions went to embarrassment and shame.

Notes/Dream Sign: it is rare that a dream seems so real that it persists as I awake. That for ce was propelled by the intensity of the emotions. There were several distinct dream signs. The oversize coins, there were multiple stands in the movie theater for soda and what not. They were way oversized and they were way too many of them. The phone that have been replaced in my pocket was not realistic. It was like a miniature phone and totally exaggerated the difference between the size of the phone and the case. The scene jump from being essentially trapped in the theater not being able to find the front entrance to being outside again talking to strangers about my ordeal.

What does the dream want? With the subtlety of a hammer to the head the dream wants me to be less focused on money. This is very insightful in light of my new job. I've been very focused on the money because I've been under financial pressure. But the job is working with troubled young men and to say that the young men are more important than the money is beyond obvious.

Reality check: This is so like me I almost go back into a additional cycle of anger at myself for being such an ass. I even reflect on how I have been an ass and embarrass my wife on more than one occasion.

Bumper sticker: Chase the money miss your life.

Dreams to action: use the new job to get your finances to get my finances squared away and then get back to doing what's important in my life. Helping others.

Sailing Out of a CD Sale (Not interpreted)

I am on a warehouse store but the shelves are bare. I know I am at  CD sale. Most of the space is blocked off and empty. I am surrounded by large wooden display shelves with wide sloping surfaces. I ask if the sale is over and they confirm that yrs it just ended.  The the man I asked  consults with others I assume are the owners and .l says they will extend the sale for me for exactly 20 minutes. I say I will synchronize my watch but then reallize it is precisrly 3:00 so I won't need to. I am concerned I may be broke and consider being embarrassed if they keep the store open and I get nothing. 

Suddenly I an on a sailboat and am in a race with another boat. I shout out in stereotypical pirate talk. The other captain is pissed and says I am using the ten-o-nine code and swiftly passes me with a full head of steam. He smiles a sarcastic smile and statrs he was quite the bard in college. 

I am now in the bow of his ship moving quickly through a room filled with typical bedroom furniture. I am very motivated to show the captain I can adeptly navigate the obstacles by pushing against them. I am quite pleased with my efforts and awake happy with my efforts and with a clear memory of the dream. 

Multiple Dreams (not interpreted)

Hidden Power

I am observing and discussing power with another man. Long lines of equipment band provisions have been hidden in plain sight. They are military supplies. They are all controlled by a single woman. I just get a general image of her. Her image is dark with long glowing hair. Her power is direct, strong and based on energy or thought.

The Loss of Power

Several dream scenes later after waking and returning to sleep I am dreaming of the same woman. In just a few seconds I see her power fade away. There does not seems to be any external force effecting her. In a New York minute it is all gone.

Invention Pitches

I am part of a team doing street repairs in a neighborhood. We are repairing some advanced technology and represent a big tech form like Google. As we are working different neighbors bring us inventions they have been working on at home. The one I am most impressed with is demonstrated on something that looks like a chess board. It is a solid dark form that morphs into something thin and moves by itself onto another surface he is holding. It reforms into the original object. I am impressed with the solidity of the object and its textured surface. 

Procrastination + Black and White

Procrastination

I am with a group of friends/coworkers. We identify a list of 5 increasingly complex tasks. The first and simplest one may be cooking pizza.

I analyze the requirements in detail and in the order they need to be done. At some point I stay concentrating on appearances more that actually getting the jobs done. I precisely stage things so it looks like I have gotten a lot done and  right in the middle of finishing up then I watch TV waiting for their return.

Notes: As I awake I am surprised at the combination of ingenuity and deceit. 

What does the dream want? For me to get shit done.

Reality check: Planning to doing ration way too real.

Bumper sticker: Plan don't sham

Dreams to action: Clean the fucking house!!!

Black and White

I am passing in and out of the dream state. I am having a very distinct physical and emotional experience but it is very difficult to fully understand. 

I feel my body is in two states that are directly connected like two sides of a coin. But the connection is nonphysical but is an integral part of my bring. There are two aspects and they change as I reenter the dream but the essence is the same.

There is "me" and a black person. It is not black vs white, just that there is an aspect of my being that is a black person. I can feel the connection between the two sides of myself as tiny points on the surface of my skin. When nearly awake at some point I think they may be bug bites (I have many recent ones). The more awake I am the less sense it makes. The more in the dream state the more real I feel in precise physical sensations. 

I awake amazed and curious. 

Notes: It went well beyond dream logic into dream sensation. Especially the blending of waking physical sensation, bug bites, and the physical sensation of the connections between the two aspects of myself.

Reality check: I often wonder how I can bridge the gap between me and blacks. Maybe I just need to go deeper in myself.

Bumper sticker: You are what you fear.

Dream to action: Quit wondering how do they feel and ask how would I feel.

The Matrix (Supplement insights)

 I am walking through a series of events that at first seem endless and random. I am witnessing and participating in what may be a religious ceremony. Pairs of young women are being blessed/processed in a production line of pairs of participants. They are wearing highly stylized garb that makes them almost look like dolls.  Two-by-two  they are being brought to a higher level on a stage and being brought into the fold. The outfits where shaped like Russian stacking dolls but were more Japanese in style. The all looked identical. 

I am with some women and we are trying to locate our washed or new sheets and linens in a huge room. There are bundles stacked in piles wrapped in clear plastic to you can see the contents, But the sheer volume is overwhelming. I consider taking some bundles that I know are not mine.

I am walking through a series of synthetic leather consumer goods; Suitcases, wallets, purses. One after another. I am thinking, these are shinny but worthless and made very poorly. The line of fake leather goods morphs into a street scene. I am under an elevated road or railway like in downtown NYC. There are black vendors, mostly women working on what may be real leather goods sitting at sewing stations. I can see their skin glistening with sweat but they seem peaceful and productive. I glace to the left and I can see a regular inner city street scene with old parked cars and men mulling around in t-shirts. They are out on the street not under the shadowed elevated structure.

I am trying to get onto a crowded highway. Everyone has collected tons of the never ending consumer goods and are trying to pull their cars onto a jammed highway. Some people are just standing in the road the way someone might stand in a parking space to save it. I am trying to pull a car on the road but the wheels hake been stolen and I have only flimsy plastic runners supporting the vehicle.

Notes: I went in and out of this series of dreams for some time. It was so seemingly pointless and repetitive I considered not naming or evening trying to remember them. I named it the matrix because it dawned on me the reputation and hopelessness was the whole point.

Notes on supplements from Carl in Dream Study Group: While he has often found them effective, especially galatamine, his experience is that the experience my feel limited or artificial. It's as if the dream is an effect of the drug not something from inside your subconscious or from a higher source.

What does the dream want? For me to have a life above and beyond a worker/consumer.

Reality check: Way too real for most of us.

Bumper Sticker: You can't purchase your way to happiness

Dream to action: Build a life built on helping others, embracing nature and living sustainably.