snippets

1) I realize that I want to be teach yoga until I'm 70 or older. In the dream I think that I need to change what I am doing so that I don't wear my body out.

2) I'm a young single mom and the boys are very young. I have 3 sons in this dream. I am going to be in a play and I can bring the boys with me. That is good. We are out to eat with another person who will be in the play. She need to ask one of the service people to join the play. We have a long talk about our relationships with the different service people. We need someone who is a native spanish speaker. I tell her about the man who I enjoy talking too. I put Gabe on a swing in the restaurant. I have the seat bottom to the swing. I took it with me yesterday because I wanted to have it for him today. Someone at the restaurant gets very angry at me for taking it away. I act naive.

3) A friend that Jay travels with has sent him a very dear love note. Jay asks me if I received it as well. No, I didn't. I realize that the friend is flirting with Jay. The note is a long story about how close there are from having traveled together so much. About the bonding that occurs from travel.

4) I'm traveling through a boundary country. Living on the boundary. There is freedom here between places. I'm neither one or the other. There is a giant waterfall and a castle in the desert.

suitcase

I'm traveling. I open my suitcase to get clean clothing and I only have my purple studio tshirts. Many of them, but all the same.

hair

I'm a stowaway in a large corporation. I'm working here to survive. But I'm hiding and perhaps stealing my food and goods. I'm found out. I'm taken to the boss. He is a big man, mean, gnarly, a braggart. He brags about how much work he does, but I know he is claiming the work of his subordinates. But he doesn't punish or hurt me, so I am relieved. I continue to work. He steals hair from my hairbrush. When he goes to take more I have cleaned out the hair brush and he doesn't like this. He wants 200 hairs from me. He plans to weave them into something. Flatters me to get them. I realize that if I give him my hair he will have power over me. I can't let him have the hair. I have to figure out how to get out of here.

The Math Teacher

I’ve got to take a math test. My teacher has fled. He set up the test for us and then disappeared. He is a subversive, a terrorist, hiding from the law People are waiting to arrest him when he returns. He’ll be back at 4pm on Friday.

I take the first two parts of the test. They are very easy. I am surprised. They are nothing like what I expected. I walk through an area that is set up with riddles and puzzles. That is the first part of the test. They are simple to solve. The second part is even easier. So after taking these two parts I go off to do something else. I almost forget to return. But I still have the third part of the test to take.

It is Friday at 3pm, dam. I run in to take the rest of the test. I realize that this part isn’t easy. There are tanks full of marine animals. Fish, starfish, turtles, all kinds of different critters. At the end there are some complicated equations about temperature. I realize this is a very difficult equation to solve. I run out to find paper. I’m in a flurry. I only have 10 minutes to finish the test. Police and military people are every where anticipating the math teachers return. They have closed off the room now and they won’t let me back in.

I scribble something on the paper, more an excuse than an answer. My teacher is arrested but I manage to get in to see him. They are going to let him grade our and then arrest him. I tell him what happened and he just laughs, tells me not too worry, then he jumps off a pier into the ocean and swims away.

the man without a nose

He showed up in a number of dreams. A man older that me missing his nose. I was afraid of him. He was stalking me. I tried to stay far enough away that he never could actually speak to me. At some point he lived in a home across the street from mine. A big fancy home. I had left books outside of my house for someone to pick up. Someone took a few of the books and moved the rest to his house. The person who was to come for the rest of the books never did because they couldn't find them. I walked the street trying to text her to tell her where the books were, but there was the man and I had to move away to avoid him. Now I'm in a crowd, a big meeting of people. They are working to repair the flooded streets. But I know they will always be living in a bog. I want to get away from this place.

Now there is an old tired man walking down the street. Speaking nonsense. His mind is lost. And finally he dies. I'm still a little scared of him, but I don't know he is the man without a nose until after he is dead. Someone tells me his story. Why he is connected to me. Why he is always there seeking me out but never quite approaching me. I am sad at the end. I should have talked to him and heard his story.

spears and rubberbands

snippet: I'm on a journey. I've stepped on something hard. It is sticking out of the bottom of my left foot, on the medial front side of the heal. At first it is too deep to reach and I walk on it with pain. But with time it begins to emerge. I pull it out, it is a 4 inch long agave spear.

snippet 2: I'm riding my bike up a long paved hill. I ride past my son and a group of his friends. I hope they don't see me. I don't want to stop. When I get beyond them I hear them calling after me. And then I see that my tires are all wound up in a rubber band and I can't ride any farther. I have to stop.

snippet 3: I've been postering at the University. Putting up Yoga posters. I put one in the earth science library. They are getting ready for a big talk. Heidi calls and wants to go for a walk. I am wearing the wrong shoes, so I can't do that.

back in school

I’ve sent In my application to Berkeley. It is the day that classes are to start but I never got anything back from them. Gabe has enrolled too. Neither of us know if we are in or not. We just go. Gabe is busy with something, so I go to the registrars to find out. She says that yes, we are in, we were the very last files and she apologized for not getting them to us. I pick up our schedules. I’m enrolled in art school now. I’m very happy. I spend the rest of the day trying to find a place to live and find my classes. I don’t have any money and I don’t know how I’ll earn money. I can live on beans if I need to, better than ramen. I am meeting with a friend, trying to work out what class I need to be in. The package of stuff the registrar gave me is very confusing. Some of my classes begin a midnight, but those don’t start until the following week. My friend tells me that is how the art school is. Mathematicians have classes during the day, artists at night. I have my string bag from Peru that I am using to carry my stuff. I discovery that I have lost my blackberry. My friend is very concerned for me, but I am very happy. I begin to sing a song about being on the road to happiness.

Summer Reading

My son is getting out of school for the summer. The teachers have assigned summer reading packages. I go by his geography teacher's classroom and there is a large packet of books, college textbooks and technical economics papers. I want to protest, this is too much for an 11 year old to read. But I don't say anything.

Later I go to see another one of his teachers. I tell him it is too much, but he says I should look at the stuff, it is really okay.

My two sons are sleeping at his home. Summer is in a funny bunkbed. The teacher has left some markings on the floor of my house that are an invitation for me to come over as well. I sneak into the house to see the boys. And then I am supposed to be there and we are gathering items for a garage sale. The boys have toys then can offer to the sale.

During the sale I take the boys and a friend to McDonalds, I have to get them out of this place.

The dream is a mix of repulsion and attraction. We keep getting pulled back to the charismatic teacher and we keep being repulsed by unexpected conditions.

Volcano

I'm on a boat with Michael and Rachael. They have been on a research cruise. Scuba diving in wild places. I don't get to go scuba diving. But I get to go explore islands with them. We arrive on a small island nation and are greeted by an official. We have to pay to be here. We don't have any money. He asks us how we will pay and I tell him we can get money from an atm. He takes us into the capital building. We hand him our cards and he asks how much money we each want. There is confusion around cards and money. We ask the name of the island. At first he seems to be calling this place Oceanology, but then I realize the name is Aunqueology: the study of although.

We recieve money in Italian Lires and now we are ready to go explore. The guide leads us up a hill. He asks me why I am here. First I give him an answer that doesn't make sense. The work I do can't be studied here. Then I say that I was once Micheal's PhD adviser and that I am here to visit. Michael looks very proud and the man is happy.

We come to the top of a volcano. I am surprised. I thought the island was flat. It is lush and green and overgrown. There are numerous small ponds filled with sediment and overgrown. Perfect for Michael's research. I congratulate him.

I woke up this morning repeating the word Aunque, Aunqueology in my mind.

country fair

I'm supposed to be in a parade. My friend David and I are going to dance a contact improv piece in the parade. We're supposed to meet at 7:15, but when I get there the parade has already passed and I have missed my opportunity. I wander off disappointed.

I go to get food. There is a another man there I know. He has a baby with him, a three year old. A very big child but still developmentally an infant. He carries the baby around and dances with her. I am alternately attracted and repulsed by them.

I'm lost. I'm walking through this place lost looking for home. I've been dancing. I can feel the lovely presence in my flesh. I'm high on the dancing. But I need to get back to my camp. I'm wandering through this place confused. When I come out to open space a man says "I got you this far, you'll have to go the rest of the way on your own." I'm surprised and grateful. I didn't realize that he was helping me.

I can see Kidsville, my home, marked by a balloon bridge. I start heading towards Kidsville. I have to cross a wasteland of sand dunes and muddy bogs. I start trying to walk across the bog but realize that I won't make it across. The land is not stable enough, my feet keep sinking into the mud. So I turn back and head toward the sand dunes. I realize that I have gotten turned around. I'm not sure If I am still walking the same direction. I look around, walk around in circles trying to locate myself. Finally I recognize a place that I think is the opposite direction of kidsville from where I am. I turn around and start walking the other way.

altered clothing

I'm trying to get dressed. I get out one of my favorite yoga tops to wear. But it is cut too short, too tight. I don't remember making this. The one I made was long and loose. Did I make this from the extra fabric? That must be it. I dig in my drawer looking for my favorite top but I cannot find it.

The Bosses

I'm working. I have to move through crowds. We have been told that white people are not allowed to touch people of other races. People who break the rule are eviscerated, stomachs sliced open. It seems nearly impossible to achieve as we walk through crowds. And I personally don't know how to do this. The bosses think I'm white but I am really bi-racial. Touched inside by more than one race. Do I hide? What do I do? When they find out I am bi-racial what will the do to me?

Then we have to walk through a very crowded area. Most of the people on the street are Asian. It is like a crowded bus station with everyone bustling into one another. They are all wearing white shirts. I can't do this.

Then the bosses come, and they tell us that it is now okay to touch someone of another race, but that the white person must clearly be in charge. The person of color must abdicate power to the white person. I still don't know what to do, how to be, as a bi-racial person.

Other dream images from last night: carrying messages, looking for messages, mastiff dogs, bicycles, crossing rivers

Nurse of the Heart

I'm working a friend. She is variously my childhood friend Nancy or a more recent acquaintance Kristi. She needs help. She needs me every day. I listen to her with a very detached presence. I just listen. I give her nothing of my self. Someone comments on how I keep myself separate and I know that it is the only thing I can do in the circumstances. I hear that Kristi is suicidal, threatening to kill herself. I just listen with the same detached thoughts. I cannot get pulled into this.

I'm walking through a locker room. I want to practice yoga. I don't have access to the gym, but if I can find a pair of shoes that fit here I can go in. I'm not supposed to go in, I'm looking to borrow shoes that won't be missed. All of the clothing is on hangers with names and plaques that tell something about the person. I can't bring myself to take them. The hooks I could use are all empty.

I'm ready to leave this place and someone is coming in as I turn to leave. They say to me "you look like a nurse." I laugh and say "nurse of the heart" as I leave the locker room.

forgotten luggage

I'm on a train journey with my childhood friend Nancy (a childhood friend). We need to make a connection to another train. Suddenly I realize that tonight is the night we have to get off of the train. I frantically gather my luggage, my things together. We have a small suite on the train and I have to pay like I am checking out of a hotel. This hotel is familiar. As I write this I remember that I have stayed here before, but that the hotel is on the side of a mountain in another dream.

So, I go to the counter and find out how much we owe. I go to the atm to get cash and return and pay off the bill. Now I really have to hurry to get my stuff together. When I return to our room I see that Nancy has already packed my things. I only need to get my sleeping bag, pad and other sleeping gear together. Done. And were at the station and we get off the train without a hitch. Now we are in a small village purchasing tickets for the next train. As we are getting ready to check our baggage I realize that I have left all my stuff that Nancy packed for me on the other train. It is all my clothing, everything besides my sleeping gear. My sweaters we're hanging to dry.

When does our connection train leave? Not until 2:30. I can get a taxi to take me to the original trains journey to get my stuff. I leave the train station and try to ask a child how to get a taxi. I mangle the Spanish and the boys starts laughing at me. I switch to English and I am surprised that the boy speaks perfect English. We're in Trujillo, Peru. I realize I know this place. He tells me to walk down 10 to 20 blocks there will be lots of taxis. "Which cross street?" He doesn't know. "Down by the Hotel de Turistas?" "Maybe, sometimes you can get a taxi there. Just walk down 10 to 20 blocks, you'll find one."

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