the dreaming pool

Wow, my last entry was in April... obviously I have been doing other writing.  My dream journal is not forsaken however - as I do have a small dream to post.

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 had a ongoing dream last night about the nature of our world's reality. I know this stems from a great debate/conversation with a friend the evening of the dream - but it was still interesting (might make a good novel as well, who knows).

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 1:
I'm standing around some sort of primitive arena.  There is a dirt ground, with stones defining the oblong shape.  People dressed in various garbs.. from primitive to modern, surround the arena.  There are freaks being paraded about in the arena.. I don't know really (or remember) too much about them.  It gets to a point however, where a primitive looking woman, a "wild woman" with tangled long hair (brown) and reddish hued tattered clothes comes in. On a leash she holds, follows a black jaguar.  For some reason I know she, or the jaguar, or both, are choosing some sort of successor, someone who works with the jaguar in some capacity.  I enter the arena... somehow knowing that I can be chosen by the jaguar.  She lets the jaguar off the leash while I stand in the middle of this dirt ring.  It comes towards me.. slowly, sniffing, growling, low to the ground. I am frightened a bit, but know instinctvily that I will be chosen.  Slowly the black cat comes up to me and stands quietly beside me, taking the place he knows to be his.  I sense however, a slight uneasiness.. like, someone else, also, a partner, needs to be with me. I see a male figure walking amongst the crowd, someone who looks a lot like Val Kilmer (who knows why?).  I know, that he should be with me, and the cat would prefer us to be together. 
This is all I remember of this snippit... there are some vague remembrences of traveling with the cat and with Val there... but I don't really have the details.

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.

I haven't kept up with my dream journal in a long time, so what you read here are some older entries.  For some reason I stepped away from my dream life, perhaps it is because my waking life needed to be that much more engaged.

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. 

Well, I have only had snippits of remembering lately.. and I haven't bothered to post as I keep losing the whole, or mostly whole, dream.  However, this one, even though it is just a snippit, was interesting to me, so I thought I'd update this poor old dream log with an entry.

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.