Adventures in the foothills

Mar 30, 2011

- At the beginning of my dream I am on wilderness trip with a group: a beautiful hike in familiar Albertan landscape to a bit of a plateau camping area with easy walks to nice views. (the landscape is very vivid)

- Later I return with Jordan & Steve, on the way in to the site we see many animals, especially going the opposite direction. One looks sort of like a Kudu.

Upon arrival I am shocked, dismayed and angry to see the group that is there now has trampled and flattened everything, pitched tents anywhere. I am determined to get far away from them, especially after one complains there were no animals (they’ve frightened them away)

The people travelling with me are a little reluctant to continue as they don’t want to get lost.

-I reply we just have to follow the beaten path, (“I don’t see a path”)

-A golden eagle and a juvenile are sitting up on a dead tree, but we can see them well

-I look up and greet them, Hello. The juvenile replies “Hi” The parent chastises him with a gentle screech (as if to explain that we don’t talk with them!) I excitedly go and ask the others if they heard him speak to me.. I felt it meant we were on the right path.

-Eventually we come to a small spread out village that seems to be in harmony with nature.

-There is an antique and general store

-A bookish woman in blue & white, in a dress and carrying papers sees that I am looking at a detailed green and painted plate, it seems to depict a scene from a story, and nearby I find an old copy of the tale that matches (it has a black cover and the cover is well worn)

-already in the dream things feel as if not all is as it seems  

-the woman shows me that the plate is one of only four in the world, I should get it, my parents would love to see it

-eventually I realize it is depicting the Green Man

-the woman somehow convinces me to go with her, she wants to discuss things or show me something

-I seem to follow her through all sorts of strangeness, and the landscape is very interesting,

-At one point we encounter a police officer (he is very short, who worked at night, we woke him up accidentally by making noise in front of his home, but he is courteous, by then I am starting to mistrust the woman and I want to return to the shop as I haven’t paid for the plate or book, along our way we have picked up a second book.

-when I make it clear that I am turning back the woman gets angry.

-it is starting to rain and I ask the man for a plastic bag to protect the books, he doesn’t have any but there is one stuck up in the branches of a low tree, which is in the middle of a swampy pond. He pushes past me (I worry for a moment that he is on her side) but he goes and jumps right into the pond (a yellow slicker suddenly appears to cover him) and jumps up to retrieve it.

-he then decides he is going back to bed and runs incredibly fast (yellow slicker gone) back to his wooden home. (it dawns on me that he is a dwarf, of the magic variety).

-as soon as I make it clear that I am going back the woman becomes angry and moves to take the plate and books – I run

-when I make it back to the gold grassy hill (near a cottage we passed earlier) she catches up and we have a tousle, by now I know she is a witch (not evil, just wanting), I also take a broom from her that isn’t hers, after throwing hers next to her on the ground   

-the shop is in sight and I finally arrive back

-as I come into sight of the window of the front door I can see another woman who is dressed clearly as  witch. She eyes me eagerly and comes after me at once – somehow I am knocked flat, “Oh no” I say with exasperation. Then my alarm wakes me. 

Back to the Future

*direct from notes. 

Dec 1 2010  -------------------------------------------------

The dream starts out at Riva & Andrew's store, the dream takes place in the future. The future is a strange blend of underground progress, insane cowboy frontier, and pretentious high culture. Riva and Andrew are very famous, though they live fairly low key, preferring to participate mostly in the underground movement. They still dress to fit with the high culture, which looks a lot like extreme fashion with a dash of emo (bright and dark versions). A goth looking girl recognizes them from a magazine (with R, A and John Frosst) featuring them as being part of an elite group called the fifty-plus, frifty plus or thrifty plus?? I'm not sure if this was a high or underground group. But they were part of important groups in both. The store was packed with stuff, and people. Lots of beige coloured raw food shaped like objects.. I was getting off work, this was on the edge of the “city” district. There was a deserted swath of barren land lying between the city and a forest of some sort.

Somehow I met up with an adventuresome-cowboy-hat wearing type man, not sure if I was friends or not with him before. (I think there was one other person with us). We were out in the barren land, there was lots of old junk and debris around. There was a fringe group out near the forest, we might have been going to check out what was going on. But there were red tails and black eyes that we had to be wary of. Somehow we made a mother red tail angry and she charged us. We sheltered under some debris. That is when I became aware I was dreaming and started to enjoy the (now danger free) thrill of the attack, I vividly saw the red and tan spiked tail smashing at our dubious shelter. That is all I remember.

Red Tail – large (rhino sized) tan spiked armdillo/ankylosaurus creatures red all over with a spiky smashing tail, young are not spiked and are tan in colour.

Black eye – large creatures with black markings

Serial Disturbia

** The following dreams are particularly disturbing and could quite easily be classified as belonging to the nightmare end of the dream spectrum. I also want to mention that I do not believe disabled people or  people going through mental health issues can be assumed to do/or are inclined to do these sorts of things. Sometimes I really do not understand where my dreams stem from. Which makes them even more fascinating.. However, even though they are interesting to reflect upon, I do not particularly enjoy this kind of dream. Again, these are directly taken from my dream journal, so I can only go from what I wrote before..

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Aug 17 2010

The dream began with a scene of a mentally unstable man (whom my first impression seemed to be disabled - or at least slow with a condition that he would not remember everything that happened, possibly a split personality) sitting in the driver’s seat of a vehicle that was like a cross between a bus, a camper and a post truck. He had snapped out of a period of time that he could not remember what had happened and was worriedly telling some men in the back of the vehicle that he thought he had hurt someone, that he went too far in his other state. There was blood in the back corner of the vehicle, some on the wall.

The dream flashes back to the man and his friend, his friend is (technically) mentally sound, but he is twisted. Together they have been capturing people and killing them. I am not sure if they tortured the people, but they would cut off their heads. I believe word of a serial killer had begun to spread.

The man's friend worked with him, they had matching grey uniforms, but I'm not sure what their job was.

I was a younger girl (not sure if it was myself, or a character), and my friend and I had somehow been caught. (I would guess we were between 14 and 17). We knew we were in danger, and there were several weapons in the vehicle. Already my friend had kicked a large knife under a cabinet, which I think they had threatened us with at some point before. Things were a bit chaotic. We were very scared.

When we arrived at our destination, a sort of abandoned dug up construction area (dirt mounds over grown and large areas with little growth) that some people must have been using as a kind of campground. Now the two girls were tied up. I was afraid they were going to kill us slowly, by cutting off our heads with a serrated knife. The men also had guns.  I remember pleading with them to kill me quickly, to shoot me in the head. One of the men said no, it wasn't possible. (Because the heads had to be left intact). My friend and I were lying on the ground. I think they killed my friend by shooting her in the back with a kind of rifle, he was down on the ground with her. I don't know what was going on, it was all very confusing. I could tell that the men were uneasy, something wasn't the same as usual.

I don't remember what else happened. After they had finished the job, the (disabled) man went craz(ier?) and killed his friend. He never remembered hurting anyone, but because it happened in the vehicle he saw the blood when he came back to himself.

In my second dream there was also a serial killer on the loose. I was once again a young girl, I think I met the serial killer at one point (or at least I thought he was), (he scared me, and creeped me out). I vaguely remember there was a kitten involved and maybe water, I was worried he was going to hurt the kitten. But he didn't, and I think I took the kitten with me. This took place in a suburban area.

The circumstances were very strange in the dream. Five people lived in a strange house (in the entry room the wall looked unfinished and there were papered over holes in it, the paper had been punctured in some of them) together, supported by the man of the house (a man very like Drew Carey, but not as jovial or funny). I think the man's wife had died. There were three children (one was my character), there was also an older girl and a younger boy. I'm not sure if we were actually all related. The older woman in the house might have been the man's mother, but she looked after us.

It was very strange. The older woman was kidding with us that we would get rid of the man because he wasn't taking good care of us. It was like we were plotting to murder / or have him murdered. Later when he confronted her she revealed that she had only intended to call the boy's real father to see if he could support us. The man was angry and upset saying that the boy's father couldn't possibly support us half so well, and she felt bad.  

That is all I remember. The first dream was very disturbing and frightening, the second was just strange. I think that I had these dreams because we (Tara, Jason, Jodde & Myself) were talking about morals, murder, handicapped and psychotic people at the community garden. (Drew Carey was in there because Steve watches “who's line is it anyway?” frequently these days).

In which People and Animals are not quite themselves..

Aug 15 2010

In an underground subway I somehow lost Carter who was a large all white cockatiel (in real life Carter is a Senegal).

I remember calling after him. I heard a bird, and followed the sounds to a back area of the station, an area that usually must be barred to patrons.

In the room I discovered cages of birds. The people here were trafficking birds, Carter must have been attracted by them. (Even macaws).

I was incredibly angry, most of the cages were too small and they were all being fed parakeet seed. Rashly I started to open a bunch of the cages and that was when some of the guys came in that were part of the operation (I knew a couple of them, one of them was Dallas from high school). I yelled at them, I swore at them. And when they got near me I kicked and hit them. (Although they were not very happy, they did not hurt me, however they would not let me go).

In part of the dream I have a son, who followed me into the room, though I think I convinced them to let him go. (And he continued to go to school).

I remember writing, “help! I am trapped in such & such a location” and addressing it to my Dad. Not sure how I intended to send it out.

At one point someone like Chris Trembley was across the tracks and he said something unkind to me and I swore at him too. I swore, yelled and fought a lot in the dream; I was very upset about the birds.

Cetacea

October 12, 2010   -----------------------------------------------------

I dreamt Eric (EcoClub/Caribou/Dogwood) was part of a team of activists and scientists that was proposing a solution for water clean-up. It was both non-invasive and would have no harmful side affects. (Though it may possibly have been more expensive and take time). [This would apply both to Oceans and Rivers, including one with Hippos]. After presenting, a company representative went in to make his proposal. We were all pacing outside the room, in a hallway with large windows and light from the beginning of the setting sun was streaming in. Dr. Carter was there too. We were anxious because we knew, or were afraid how this was going to go.

The man who was deciding did not give us his decision, but we could tell he was leaning towards the company “solution”.

I was on my way home, and I noticed a lot of people hanging around (there must have been a concert or some event that just ended), by now it was much darker. I saw Ryan (Y.), but I didn't want to tell him what was going on and I decided to avoid him. I went to go into a building, but he caught sight of me.

Then I met up with my Dad, he had found a sample package of ours and something else of mine that I had left somewhere and he gave them to me. He was going to leave but decided to go with me for a bit.    (In my dream I was on an overloaded open-air “bus” sitting with my legs dangling over the road and crazy partiers behind me). I think my Dad was riding a horse beside me.

It was dark, but I started to notice nebulous coloured clouds in the sky. There would be blooms and flashes of colour and they would go dark. It was breathtaking. Then we saw shapes moving in the sky, and both the nebula and auroraborealis effects got brighter and more frequent. Eventually we could see that the shapes were pods of whales. Before we could even fully comprehend what was going on, air craft came and began attacking the largest of the whales in each of the pods. I was wracked with grief and cried.

In the shades of the end of my dream it was decided that the activists/scientists would work together with the company to find a real solution.