January 17, 2013
I'm in a large building with a central atrium, so that no matter what floor you are on you can look across the interior of the building and see what's going on on other floors.
The very top of the building has a walkway - no apartments up there, but I make out figures prowling around. I realize they are wolves. I feel they could be dangerous.
January 16, 2013.
I'm climbing over debris and discards. I realize in the pile of trash is the skeleton of a bull.
It stinks and I want to get out of there.
This may have something to do with having a slice of pizza with pepperoni on it; trying to avoid eating beef.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Monday, January 14, 2013
Jan. 14, 2013
Current.
Dream: I'm in a prison. I share a cell with one other person.
Some tough guys come up to me. They want me to join their gang. They say that for my own safety I should join one of the gangs.
I tell them that I am here only a short time. I expect to get out soon.
I'm not sure if I should resist joining or what. Or maybe I could join but not participate in anything bad.
I remember the adage from a Course in Miracles, that "in my defenselessness lies my strength."
I'm milling about the prison with other guys. I ask another inmate what he thinks I should do.
I explain to him I expect to get out soon. The inmate points to an area beneath a concrete bridge and tells me this is where the thugs burned his girlfriend alive. I tell him that the body can die, but that the soul is eternal.
I tell him his girlfriend was probably glad to get out of the body and return to spirit.
The man's mouth is open as if in a silent scream. I see all his teeth are capped and seem somehow hollow.
I know this guy is also a member of a gang, but I pretend not to know.
I never get an answer from him, but he does seem comforted by my words.
- - -
This is yet another of a long series of dreams about being in prison.
I suspect it refers to my perception that the Earth is a very dense planet, like a prison,
and reflects my desire to ascend somehow.
Current.
Dream: I'm in a prison. I share a cell with one other person.
Some tough guys come up to me. They want me to join their gang. They say that for my own safety I should join one of the gangs.
I tell them that I am here only a short time. I expect to get out soon.
I'm not sure if I should resist joining or what. Or maybe I could join but not participate in anything bad.
I remember the adage from a Course in Miracles, that "in my defenselessness lies my strength."
I'm milling about the prison with other guys. I ask another inmate what he thinks I should do.
I explain to him I expect to get out soon. The inmate points to an area beneath a concrete bridge and tells me this is where the thugs burned his girlfriend alive. I tell him that the body can die, but that the soul is eternal.
I tell him his girlfriend was probably glad to get out of the body and return to spirit.
The man's mouth is open as if in a silent scream. I see all his teeth are capped and seem somehow hollow.
I know this guy is also a member of a gang, but I pretend not to know.
I never get an answer from him, but he does seem comforted by my words.
- - -
This is yet another of a long series of dreams about being in prison.
I suspect it refers to my perception that the Earth is a very dense planet, like a prison,
and reflects my desire to ascend somehow.
Friday, January 11, 2013
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