...things that come and go in my nights...
...things that come and go in my nights...
These dream glimpses and fragments are often so brief that they can be described in a couple strong sentences. Not enough for a whole webpage, maybe, but definitely deserving of setting down. This page is where I'll be doing that.
These fragments are set down here in journal form, with the date dreamed. Newest always to be added at the top; getting further into the past as you scroll down the page.
Dreamed 07.14.96
Dreamed 07.08.96
Dreamed 04.16.96
Dreamed 2.16.96
Dreamed 2.15.96
Dreamed 9.18.95
Dreamed 5.16.95
Dreamed 4.8.94
Just fuzzily I remember that in this dream I am preparing to do something I don't want to do. Or at least I am quite reluctant to do it. Gene Autry is there, playing the part of a comforting presence - I remember his voice, but not his words...
I dream I am out riding Surprise and we have a terrible fight! She was all lathered up and stuff. This is all I recall, but I wish I could remember more about this dreamlet as it seems that there was important information in it...I think that some secret about her behavior/attitude was revealed that helped me to ubderstand her better - that some mutual agreement was reached between us that ended the fight and cemented our relationship...but I simply cannot remember! And every outing with her in waking life continues to be contentious...
I dream that when filling the horse troughs in the corral I forget and let the water run over...I mean I forget about it for a long time, and when I finally do remember that it is on, I quick turn it off and run down there to see how much water has gotten away...it's a lot...it has washed away the whole surface of the corral (1/2 acre!) to reveal an archaeological site! There are old ruins: remnants of walls and mounds. Historical and Spanish or prehistorical and indigenous I can't tell... most intriguing to me is an old deep water well, circular and lined with fitted stones: and at the very bottom I can see water! A water source!, I think jubilantly. This well is at the "top" of the corral, near the horse sheds and troughs, and the rest of the site spreads away down the slope below it. There is some more to this dream that is too vague now to recall hardly, concerning trying to tell people about this wonderful discovery!
Surprise has run away! I chase her for miles barefooted, and without even a lead rope to put on her if I do catch her! Then I find some old boots by the side of the road and struggle to put them on - sure as I'm doing so that she's getting further away by the second and is therefore gone forever. Then I turn around and she's standing close by me in a doorway, "smiling" at me!
A brief dream-image of 2 grey foals dancing around that Surprise wants for her own very badly...
I am dead! I don't know how I died though, it happened before the dream started! This is not, however, the horrible or alarming state you might imagine! In fact, I'm quite allright - but very busy trying to communicate to the still-living world that, "Hey! I'm OK! There IS an afterlife! See me? I'm over here and have a whole new existence: just in a different world..." I am obsessed with getting this message across to the living, even physically trying to signal by waving my arms, etc. (I seem to be still among the living, or at least on the same plane, but invisible to them.) What I'm not doing is examining my new existence! Hmmm...time to let the past go, perhaps?
The tune, "The Syncopated Clock" is playing: I can hear it very clearly. I have in my hands 2 halves of coconut shells: the kind that they use on foley stages to make the sound of horses' hooves. I'm using them to taps out the ticking sound of the clock that is a constant background beat in this music. A short distance away from me, Surprise (my old horse) is dancing in time to the music - her hooves also tap out the rhythm of the clock's ticking - when the clock in the tune gives it's little syncopated beat every once in a while ("...tick-tock-tick-tock..." then once in a while it suddenly goes "tick (rest)tock-tock-tock" a dotted-eight-note syncopation) the horse does that too: with a hop, skip, and a jump.
This is all I remember: this one scene. I wrote in my journal, "Somewhere, a clock is ticking...". But counting down to what I don't know. Years later as I write this, I still don't!
Had this dream this morning just before waking up. In the dream I am working on my Tarot Deck (this is when I was just starting to play with the idea of creating my own Tarot, by the way), and I am working on the image for the 5 of Cups. I decide I need to find the "right person" to be on my card (funny because even in the traditional 5 Cups the person's back is turned and they are cloaked. And in the Motherpeace deck I favor; there's no person at all!). And I find a man - an unemployed actor: an older-middle-aged anglo guy. I go to visit him where he lives, which is just a room in a high-rise apartment or hotel. When I get there, he thinks I have work for him, and I have to explain that I just want to use his image for my card design; and I want to talk to him about that, but he is disappointed, and wants paid work! ...This is all I remember...
I think this may have been a message not to use "other models" when designing my cards!
