I had a dream last night and I want to share it because well, most of my dreams vacillate between violent and very violent . . . and this one was ‘Sound Of Music’ wonderful for me. . . . almost like a vision quest. . . damn, if I was an Indian I would know it was time to leave the mountain . . .
I wrote it all down in a couple minutes and only edited enough so my daughter could understand it. . . . . anyways
I was with friends , , , Wally, Tom and many others on their farm . . . .the police came and broke up the party and I began to fly away . . . for a while I stuck around doing different things and showing off until I met a lady and lingered for awhile with her (I believe I carried her for a bit as I was flying around) . . . but later I headed off on my journey home
I wasn’t positive where I was going and ran into various groups of people along the way . . .the first group was pretty nice, they were awestruck that I could fly . . .. then as I left one area and began across a great deep canyon a preacher standing below and behind me began warning me that “ YOU CAN”T GO THERE or you will die” . . . . then a little kid grabbed onto me and I lowered him to to the ground and took off across the valley after another little kid pointed the way to where I wanted to go . . . across the valley and over the far away mountain . . .
I entered another rather ugly place (like a basement with no ceiling) where I was mocked by a preacher and clung onto by various freaky people . . . it was unpleasant there and I finally got away . . . .
I began to soar high across a deep and beautiful valley and play in flight . . . as I almost reached the mountain I somehow got mixed into a small bunch of houses where I saw a large ugly man with a rifle and heard him say how much he hated me and that he was going to shoot me down if I kept flying . . . I knew he was serious and I think I landed and sat on a rock contemplating on what to do . . . .
I then woke up in a deep sweat believing that for some reason I had just been healed from some kind of sickness. I changed my shirt, took the dog out, and am now sitting here in my Lazy Boy feeling stoned strange, like I’m only half here . . . ..
When I was flying the land beneath me was stunningly beautiful . . . when I was amongst the various peoples it was not so much so (it seemed the places the people lived were in direct relation to them) . . . th place where the 2nd preacher lived was ugly, as was the place of the guy with the gun . . . but the preachers was ugliest…
Thing is I didn’t get away from the guy with the gun . . . I was sitting on a rock and he was in his house yelling at somebody like his wife about how much he hated me when I woke up sweaty with the situation unresolved . . .
The first preacher thought the valley was too deep and wide and was concerned for my well being . . .
the second (priest?) was much more diabolical and he hated the fact that I was flying.
The third guy (don’t know if he was a preacher or not) truly wanted to kill me . . . and it all had to do with my flying ability and where I was going . . .