I intended to dream of headlines in September involving MATES early this morning... and I have to admit that I am having a hard time recalling all of this dream and understanding the concept thereof.



In the earliest part I can remember of the dream, I was living in a very large, luxurious hotel room in a large city. Something BIG was happening, but I am not entirely sure what it was. Hundreds or possibly thousands of people were lined up down a busy street just trying to get a room in this fancy hotel, and I felt lucky that I had already gotten my place inside. It seemed like I would be there for a long time.



My husband was living there with me, but he had done something that had hurt or upset me. I was upset, but it seemed like whatever he had done paled in comparison to some of the other things he had done, so I wasn't going to bother being angry over it. Instead, I cooked him a nice meal and set the table in the room before waiting next to what looked like grey school lockers for him to return from work.



When he came in, he was holding a cassette player and a large jar of cookie shaped hearts. He acted funny because he knew that he had messed up again and he was ready to be defensive, but I insisted that we sit and eat before discussing things. We had been married for nearly 5 years now, he knew the drill. But, he acted shocked. As if whatever he had done had been SO bad that I should be ripping him a new one. In fact, that is what he had prepared himself for.



After we sat and talked, he acted as if he were relieved and handed me the giant jar of tiny pink and red heart cookies. He told me that he came in ready to fight thinking that I might have done or had plans to do something in retaliation... even though in our years together, that has never been the case. He showed me the cassette player and laughed a bit insisting that I listen to the music he had prepared for me in case a fight broke out... Thinking that the music must be 'sorry' music or 'I love you ' music, I hit the play button. I don't know if anyone remembers Ray Stevens, but it was clearly his voice and so I assumed the music was meant to be comical... but it was all about the wife or lover of the character he was portraying being ugly. He went on to sing about the "Ugliest B-word in the World" and I could feel the tears building up in my eyes. I fast-forwarded to the next song and it wasn't much better... it had pretty much the same theme with an added bit about his wife being stupid as well... The next one was about the same... and the next one.



I ran out of the room crying. I couldn't understand just WHAT he thought he would accomplish by giving me a cute jar of heart-shaped cookies then following that up by playing songs that would make me feel ugly and stupid? WTH was his logic or reasoning for that? He chased me into the other room and looked more shocked than anything, like he couldn't quite grasp why I was crying and running away from him. I asked why he had chose that particular music. Was it because that was how he felt about me? He said that he thought that I might try to hurt him since he had hurt me so much and just wanted to be prepared. Well... in all of our years together, I have never retaliated or made any attempts to "get even" so I didn't buy that excuse. What's more, I didn't want to be around someone that would purposely try to hurt me to avoid a fight caused by HIM hurting ME. It was so exhausting trying to figure out how he thought that would work, that it made my head hurt! I asked him to leave and hurled that stupid cassette player to him. But before he left, he insisted that I also return the jar of heart cookies. I told him I would not. I would keep them for all of the times he had broken my heart. He slowly made his way out of the door, and I slammed and locked it the minute he was outside.



I put the jar of heart cookies away and was unsure what to do now that my husband was gone. I had a sad and empty feeling as anyone would expect, then recalled that I had dream work to do. I walked to the bedroom area to find my grandmother looking out of a very large window in the room at the crowd of people below hoping to get a room inside. I thought it strange how these giant windows in my bedroom didn't have any curtains, but decided I would ask my grandmother about dreams. She was the only one who had really supported my dreaming throughout my childhood... so maybe she could answer some questions. I asked her first about these dreams I would have from time to time where I would have these special ways of getting to hidden places. As a child, I would travel to strange places by somehow warping through these secret spots hidden throughout my home. One of these spots was in a chimney and was very hard to get to... it seemed like there was always a chance that I could get stuck and die, but I managed to be transported just about every time without an issue. Without turning to look at me, she told me that kind of travel was dangerous and that I didn't need to attempt that sort of thing. Not even in dreams. Then I asked her about traveling outside of my body during dreams. Was it possible for me and should I attempt to do it to get clearer dreams? She slowly turned to look at me. She looked very upset and told me that it was not possible and that I should not attempt to do that. Then we had a debate on whether or not I should try based on the Bible of all things. In the dream, I insisted that this was how a lot of prophets, especially in the Bible, made accurate prophecies. ( I have no idea if this is true or not... in the dream I seemed to think so.) She became angry and argued that they had not, but I told her that evidence of it was scattered throughout the Bible and that she should look into it. (Again... no idea what I was talking about... but I felt pretty strongly about it in the dream...) She then insisted that I NOT try to have an out of body experience, especially considering how I was being watched. (No idea what that means either, but it gave me the serious creeps.). She went on to say that it may work for some people who know what they are doing, but that for me it would be impossible. If I left my body, something or someone else might be watching and try to take it? In the dream, I wasn't so much scared as I was aggravated. (Though thinking back on it now gives me goosebumps) I didn't want to argue with her further and tried to remember what my dream mission was. It had nothing to do with out of body experiences anyway... MATES! I needed to dream about MATES... but I wasn't sure what kind of mates... so I sat and thought on that for a minute.



There was a young woman and man in my room now. No idea who they are, but the man seemed to be some sort of professor or scientist maybe? He was a bit chubby and had a nicely kept beard. He wore a white lab coat. The girl with him looked fairly normal. She wore normal clothes and seemed similar to me. They were looking around my room when I introduced myself. They seemed like very nice people, and I helped them look around my room for changes or abnormalities, though I wasn't sure what that meant at first. Then we discovered that the living area of the room had changed... there was no couch or TV... instead there was a sort of circle-like counter area. On it were some trophies. Emmys maybe? At any rate... they weren't the sort of thing just anyone would leave laying around... there were other things on there that did not belong. Things that should have not been there... and I looked up at the professor to find that his face was that of pure horror. He demanded that we run to the bedroom door. The frame of the door had bread growing around it. (Weird, I know) and he pulled chunks of it off and handed it to me and the girl demanding that we eat it immediately. He said something about a time and space continuum? That the "fabrics" of time and space were changing or ripping... and when he said it, I thought of cloth being ripped and the strings of it being warped and twisting... some of the ends of the strings just randomly dangling from the cloth... but that image didn't make sense to me. What happens once you reach the end of the string? I must have not been understanding his analogy. He told us that in order to survive, we had to eat the food from the world the old world changed into. We could only eat the bread and nothing else. No other food or water... and I worried for a minute that we might dehydrate, but he explained to us something about surviving off the flow of the universe and that with no true time there was no way to starve or dehydrate, because those things take time. Alll righty then... that seemed to satisfy my curiosity in the dream...



We ate the bread and looked around the living area to see if there had been any more changes. We didn't find anything. The professor studied the area with the trophies and the girl and I went to look at the bread growing around the door frame. It was probably one of the weirdest things I have EVER seen and I couldn't quite figure out how or why bread would just be growing there... I thought of it like a fungus. An edible fungus because it grew just as I would expect mushrooms or mold or something to grow. It had already recovered itself from where we had just snatched bread off of it earlier. Then I looked down to see that there was an identical circle with the same trophies in the bedroom. It happened again, so the girl and I snatched off the bread and ate it. I yelled for the professor because changes had been made again, but as he ran towards us he just disappeared. I assumed it was because he didn't eat the bread in time...



The girl and I stood in silence for a while. We were shocked and now we knew why it was so important to eat the bread. We wondered why things were changing now. Had we somehow caused it? It seemed unlikely that we would be powerful enough to change time and space, so something bigger must be at work, and we tried to think of how we could set it right. After some though, we couldn't come up with anything, but thought that maybe it would sort itself out? We had envisioned that time and space was a pool of water and that somehow a stone had been thrown in it. All we had to do was survive until the ripples stopped. (It made perfect sense in the dream) I thought it would be best to stay next to the bread door. She insisted that we investigate for clues farther and farther away from the door, otherwise, how would we know when to eat the bread? Together we decided that she would investigate while I stood by the door with fistfuls of bread ready to throw to her at a moment's notice. I scanned for changes nearby the door.



After some time, I noticed glitches. Strange things seemed to merge with other things... some things would disappear and other things would just up and appear out of thin air. I called for the girl, but she was too far away to hear me... even though I warned her not to go too far. I couldn't wait any longer, so I ate the bread. I noticed that my body had become see through just before I ate it. The room around me changed and where I had been standing earlier was now a sort of garden area in a bigger and more beautiful hotel room. I was sitting on a tiny patch of grass so green and perfect that it looked fake.. but felt it to find that it was, in fact, real...



I was very upset over the girl not being there... and for a minute I tried very hard to think of whether or not she and the professor were dead. I tried to meditate on it and it seemed to me that they weren't dead, but they were different. They just weren't with me anymore nor were they aware of the changes being made. They were now just part of the changes... maybe they were different people? Would it be so bad if I changed too? I didn't think so... but I also thought it would be better for me to be aware of the changes going on around me... it seemed like someone should know and I wondered if I was the only one aware of it. After thinking hard on it, I doubted it very much... after all... someone or something was causing all of this chaos. So they had to know what they were doing, right? I had to wonder though... was this being done for the good of us all or was there a more sinister reasoning for the changes being made? I couldn't be sure... because to be honest... the concept of the entire thing was making my head ache, and I was sure that I was only scratching the surface as far as understanding just what exactly was going on around me.



I heard partying... the large windows now had curtains on them and I looked outside to see a group of people around my age partying on a balcony outside. My room had previously had a balcony, but it was all gone now, so I opened my window to let in some fresh air and peeked out. I was spotted by one of the guys out there, and immediately popped my head back inside. I was embarrassed to have been spotted spying on them, and decided that my place was next to that bread door fame. I was just about to sit down when I heard rustling by the window. The guy climbed in and asked my name. I didn't want to give it to him for some reason, but he eventually got me to give it up anyway. He was trying to flirt with me and flatter me, but too much had been going on that night for me to really want to deal with him. Between my husband and this weird time/space thing going on... I just wanted him to go away... and it was then that I noticed changes... he had distracted me and I had almost no time to eat the bread. I snatched the bread off of the door frame and ate it... but before I could tell him to do the same, he aged backwards into a teenager... he raised his eyebrows at me for eating the bread growing out of the door and pulled a game system out of his pocket. He plugged some ear buds into his ears and turned on his game, then set down a skateboard that had appeared in his arms. He looked up at me and said "Lady... you are sooo weird." Then he skated out of my room and down a hall.

*Notes*

When I made my intention, I tried not to envision MATES as being a soul mate or lover... but I am not entirely suprised that I dreamt of my husband. I did, however, find it odd that I would dream of something so science fictiony as the space time contiuum. Something I know little to nothing about. I can't see what this has to do with MATES, but I wonder if it is validation that dreamwork is in fact changing the world around us or is there something else going on? Perhaps it is neither... but it seems important. Very important... and what seems more important than anything is being aware of the changes. It seems like life would have been easier in the dream if I just let the changes happen and let myself become blissfully unaware... but it was much more important that I BE AWARE. Prehaps we are much stronger than we realize, which would be excellent news for P2 people. I guess if this dream is of significant value, there might be a few different things to get out of it... I might need to meditate a bit more on this one... because I feel like there is something here that I'm just not quite able to grasp right away...

In my dream I am talking with a friend near a mountain range. Two planes with propellers fly around the mountainside and I alert my friend to watch. Beneath the planes appear explosions. Big black clouds arise and the prop planes fly off. The dream ends with he and I talking about what just happened.

I was at work, in a high rise situated on the south side of a large lake. (As I live in Chicago area, I assumed Chicago, although it did not look like Chicago; could have been any city on one of the Great Lakes or other large lake). The weather was warm, 70's, sunny, shirt-sleeve weather. The office had a panaromic view of the lake. Off to the northwest, we could see unusual rolling storm clouds moving in our direction (to the southeast). A weather report announced an unusual, violent storm was approaching, and to expect a large amount of snow, although it would quickly melt. Needless to say, a blizzard in September would be alarming in the Great Lakes area. So I left work to go home.

Now I was in a much smaller town walking quickly but calmly home. Much of the downtown area was under construction, several blocks of buildings had been torn down. As I walked through the construction sites, in several of the locations a peasant woman (heavy set, wearing old fashioned long dress, can't recall but might have been wearing scarf on head) would offer me a taste of chocolate cake (no icing, cake only). I tasted it and thought, why in the world would a bake shop open here the rental space would be costly and the cake was just average, tasted like a box mix. Continued to make my way through the blocks of construction, and made my way home.

Now 'home', in another high rise, seemed like a small 1-room apartment, laid out in an unsual narrow winding pattern, modern looking, white walls, minimal furniture, no decorative pieces. My husband was there, but was disabled. Other men started to arrive, seeking shelter, including 2 brother-in-laws. I became fearful, and said there wasn't enough room for all to sleep here. Then the men said I'd have to leave, men only allowed. I suggested we rent some cots to provide better sleeping for all, as my intent was to keep the bedroom with a lockable door for my husband and myself. They insisted that would not work. At some point, they temporarily leaved, and then another female, a friend, came over. I told her the situation. She said let's scare them away, and we went in the bedroom and hid under a pile of rags and sheets. When the men came back, they spotted us right away and were not fooled. The men were not mean or menacing, but assertive and a bit aggressive, and I was uneasy and frightened by them. They continued to insist 'no women' and that we had to leave.

Then I woke up. Nodded back off, still intending 'Catholics'.

I was talking on the phone to a female friend about the above situation. And she said we needed to end the call, as 'they were listening'.

Observation: I was calm about the approaching storm, even though it seemed that it was of historic proportions and timing. I was very uneasy in the apartment with the men, and became fearful of them.

I was asked to participate in the latest dream effort and to choose a category, I chose terror, within timeframe of September. My dream seemed to be in a couple phases, the first was purely verbal, I heard a voice say "range chaos" not sure what range is supposed to mean although the open rural country of the West where I live is often called the "range" chaos is self explanatory. Later I dreamed I saw a city, I was very far on the outskirts but in the distance I could see the high rise buildings down town, the landscape was flat and realtively treeless (compared to where I am from) I think it was Dallas (its been years since I have been to Texas), although I saw some high rises standing far away much of the edges of the city where I was at were collapsed as if blown apart, including cement structures. That was it, simpleand not real clear.

In my dream I am Getting ready to go somewhere . I remember my dream about Brian and a horse(I'm not sure exactly what animal as it could have been a deer-same brown color and long legs) in the Living Room and a long gun. He was standing right behind the front of the door (as if you are waiting for someone to open it so you can shoot them) and he is so scared. He is wearing no shirt, has a bloated belly, and is holding a long gun in his arms like you would hold a baby. There is a horse/deer in the middle of his living room. As I am getting ready I am laughing at my dream thinking that that could never come true. A Horse in the living room and Brian with a gun.

We go to leave the house. As we are walking to our car, we hear a commotion next door and I run into the open door and see Brian with a gun in the living room and there is a horse (deer) on the floor/ The animal looks injured and Brian, who is a coke-head, is all paranoid crazy running around the house with the gun carrying it like a baby. I start trying to help the animal but when I look inside, I can see all the bleeding and I say something about internal bleeding and somehow I just know that the animal is going to die. I looked into it's eyes and was loving on it when someone comes to the door and knocks on it. Brian goes to aim his weapon and I am able to stop him and thank God because it was my parents coming to check on me. Brian is trying to explain himself, there is something about the police and people being mad at him, and theft of the animal or someone else stole it or something but I know that everything that Brian is saying is a lie-that they are all lies. Then all these other people that are Brian's friends with start showing up at the house. They have all these piercings, many are wearing black. I am being told something about Brian's best friend (who is a girl in my dream) has a child that is sick. Brian keeps crying like a baby-just sobbing uncontrollably. They tell me it is some autoimmune disease. I tell them that based on my source, this autoimmune disease is not deadly just a pain in the ass. I said that my source could be wrong though, but then they said it wasn't. Brian was a basket case. Then there is some talk about his friend having tried to commit suicide the night before with pills or something of that nature. Brian is wanting to go and see her and her son (or daughter?). For some reason in my dream, I decide to go with this crazy, drug-selling, psychopath that I loathe (Brian) and another person. Before I go though, I notice all these people in the house being really nice to each other, but they are not nice to themselves. I give some kids of speech about how I noticed how kind everyone was to one another but then I am asking questions about why they are not kind to themselves. "

I was a spy. I was with two other spies, both male. Our job was to destroy the work being done
(research) by a corporation. We were in their building. It was a large complex. The three of us
started in their basement as a means of entry. It was very large, well lit, and had their computer
processes there. We split up and I ended up in a room that had important parts of their
research. Machinery and paperwork. We had been detected and there was an urgency to
getting things done before they caught us. They knew we were in the building but not where
exactly. It was just a matter of time before they found us though. In order to be successful in my
mission I had to blow up and completely destroy the building and all of their research. At one
point I was in front of a large pipe that was open at one end and did not reach the floor. It
looked like maybe something could be poured out of that end of the pipe and I think there were
gasses that leaked out of it because I remember going to put a lighter flame underneath in order
to ignite the gasses and cause an explosion. The scene then morphed to there being a metal
trashcan (a medium sized one) full of documents that was underneath the metal pipe. I was
going to start a fire in the trashcan and burn the papers.

I was with a group of people. I don't know how many of us there were because I never actually
saw anyone specific (until later in the dream). I heard people talking around and to me. At least
two distinct male voices. We were in an abandoned? building that had a lot of stuff everywhere.
It was a hodgepodge of stuff from people's lives. We were on at least the second floor. There
were several large windows, some of which were busted out. We were in hiding from some sort
of being that I think was a robot but it didn't have arms and legs or any discernible features. I
think I remember seeing hair like ropy things all over. The building we were hiding in was very
close to these robots but as long as we didn't do something (can't remember what) they couldn't
detect our presence. I remember being yelled at to stop because whatever I was doing was
what they could detect. I remember wanting/needing to stay away from the windows.
At one point in the dream, towards the end, I was trying to cover all the windows that still had
glass in them with thick blankets so that the light from inside couldn't be seen from the outside.
Maybe the robots could detect light? I have the sense that we were in the dark in the building.
The kind of dark created indoors when you don't turn on any lights and it's not quite pitch dark
outside. Anyway, as I was putting up the blankets I looked over my shoulder and saw my friend
from work and I called out to her to come and help me. The dream ended as we were covering
windows together.
In the dream I was myself, not an observer. My friend from work was really my friend and
looked just like her. I remember that if the robots got in or detected us they would consume us
and that inspired abject terror. It was to be avoided at all costs

Late 2012/ Early 2013
I was not myself in this dream, I was a small female child. I was living within a large skyscraper with tall and sterile silver/white walls. It was a very nice building. I was cordoned off in a small section of it, and I was taken care of by a specialized scientific crew. The room was large and rectangular with a small space in an enclave that resembled a 'play' area. There was another small room attached to this, and I feel I was in there often, but I hadn't the slightest idea of what the room was for. Some of the other kids were in there, this I knew. I felt like I had grown up in this space alone.
I was in tears throughout the dream, absolutely dreading my future. The negative energy of my suffering brought my consciousness out the child's body, and I could freely explore all of the space within the building and around the outside of it. When I phased through the floor of the room above me, I discovered the rest of the building was tarnished with fire damage, and it all had a red/orange/brown hue. I searched for a long time without finding anything interesting, then I found a spot in the ceiling in which I went through.
I found a little girls room. There was a dresser with a ovalite mirror, and maybe a chest or a bed. I went through the dresser, and looked at every item within with specific detail that unfortunately I no longer remember.
I was then on the outside of the building, viewing it floating above the streets. I was very modern and sleek. it was white, and possibly the tallest building in the city.
I flew back into the child holding room through a window. It was at least 70 stories up.
The men began stirring, and as the child I knew the moment had come. The moment that is the reason for my unending sorrow. My mind saw the hallway leading to the room, and there were people in black suits walking down it. One was Hillary Clinton. They entered the room, and all my tenants stirred and straightened their backs, and began walking and talking with Clinton's entourage.
"She's going to take my soul" bounced back and forth in my head. I was absolutely hysterical. She looked at me, then talked with them more.
"She chose me." I had decided. Then men walked over... She had chosen me. I awoke, completely drenched in real tears.
[I had no irrational fear or infatuation with Hillary Clinton before this dream.]
Late 2012/ Early 2013I was not myself in this dream, I was a small female child. I was living within a large skyscraper with tall and sterile silver/white walls. It was a very nice building. I was cordoned off in a small section of it, and I was taken care of by a specialized scientific crew. The room was large and rectangular with a small space in an enclave that resembled a 'play' area. There was another small room attached to this, and I feel I was in there often, but I hadn't the slightest idea of what the room was for. Some of the other kids were in there, this I knew. I felt like I had grown up in this space alone.
I was in tears throughout the dream, absolutely dreading my future. The negative energy of my suffering brought my consciousness out the child's body, and I could freely explore all of the space within the building and around the outside of it. When I phased through the floor of the room above me, I discovered the rest of the building was tarnished with fire damage, and it all had a red/orange/brown hue. I searched for a long time without finding anything interesting, then I found a spot in the ceiling in which I went through.
I found a little girls room. There was a dresser with a ovalite mirror, and maybe a chest or a bed. I went through the dresser, and looked at every item within with specific detail that unfortunately I no longer remember.I was then on the outside of the building, viewing it floating above the streets. I was very modern and sleek. it was white, and possibly the tallest building in the city.
I flew back into the child holding room through a window. It was at least 70 stories up.The men began stirring, and as the child I knew the moment had come. The moment that is the reason for my unending sorrow. My mind saw the hallway leading to the room, and there were people in black suits walking down it. One was Hillary Clinton. They entered the room, and all my tenants stirred and straightened their backs, and began walking and talking with Clinton's entourage.
"She's going to take my soul" bounced back and forth in my head. I was absolutely hysterical. She looked at me, then talked with them more."She chose me." I had decided. Then the handlers walked over... She had chosen me. I awoke, completely drenched in real tears.
[I had no irrational fear or infatuation with Hillary Clinton before this dream. This was undoubtably my most emotionally intense dream I've ever experienced.]

9/6/2014
I was in a concrete, underground compound with a friend of mine. It looked like a commune, with maybe 200 people or so dispersed throughout it.
(There's a few different recurring realms in my dreams, this one was the dark blue, rectangular, black water one.)
It was life as usual; children, old people, every nationality was present at some point. Until a man came yelling into the eating hall, "The safes are empty! The safes are empty!". I believe him and the leader, who was black, had a discussion about it, and the emptying of the safes meant absolute destruction for our society.
I went with them to go look at them. These weren't just safes, they were safe rooms. Hundreds of them. There was a floor the size of the entire compound filled with them, all completely empty and doors ajar. With maybe ~30 aisles.
The leader walked to the furthest one, presumably his or the most important one and stood in the door, then fell to his knees. I watched him from down the hall as he stared. He then stood up, yelled to me and the other guy to get out. He brandished his gun, obviously intending to commit suicide. His demeanor also made me believe he would kill anyone else he saw.
We ran upstairs, alerted the others it was true and to get out. When me and my friend exited the compound, I saw there was a deep night sky with no clouds, stars or moon outside. The path was a long bridge, made of rectangular sections that had a gap in between. This was all on a black lake, and the walls of the compound ran parallel about 30 feet to either side of the bridge, with random and complex enclaves.
There were children of all nationalities wading in the water. As we got further down the path, I began to see symbols for different corporations. The most noticable was the giant Diet Coke can blocking a section of the bridge. One of the children, a little girl, scaled the can and took refuge inside it. I feel terrible, but I may have intentionally tipped it into the water for humor.
As I could see the end, I saw (dark) trees for the first time. It was almost like a completely contrary plane, with only the light quality remaining the same. I awoke before I reached it.
[Before I slept, I thought about dreaming of current events.]
9/6/2014
I was in a concrete, underground compound with a friend of mine. It looked like a commune, with maybe 200 people or so dispersed throughout it.
(There's a few different recurring realms in my dreams, this one was the dark blue, rectangular, black water one.)
It was life as usual; children, old people, every nationality was present at some point. Until a man came yelling into the eating hall, "The safes are empty! The safes are empty!". I believe him and the leader, who was black, had a discussion about it, and the emptying of the safes meant absolute destruction for our society.
I went with them to go look at them. These weren't just safes, they were safe rooms. Hundreds of them. There was a floor the size of the entire compound filled with them, all completely empty and doors ajar. With maybe ~30 aisles.
The leader walked to the furthest one, presumably his or the most important one and stood in the door, then fell to his knees. I watched him from down the hall as he stared. He then stood up, yelled to me and the other guy to get out. He brandished his gun, obviously intending to commit suicide. His demeanor also made me believe he would kill anyone else he saw.
We ran upstairs, alerted the others it was true and to get out. When me and my friend exited the compound, I saw there was a deep night sky with no clouds, stars or moon outside. The path was a long bridge, made of rectangular sections that had a gap in between. This was all on a black lake, and the walls of the compound ran parallel about 30 feet to either side of the bridge, with random and complex enclaves.
There were children of all nationalities wading in the water. As we got further down the path, I began to see symbols for different corporations. The most noticable was the giant Diet Coke can blocking a section of the bridge. One of the children, a little girl, scaled the can and took refuge inside it. I feel terrible, but I may have intentionally tipped it into the water for humor, or out of disbelief there was a giant Diet Coke can in my midst.
As I could see the end, I saw (dark) trees for the first time. It was almost like a completely contrary plane, with only the light quality remaining the same. I awoke before I reached it.

Before I went to bed last night I meditated on Religion and Death and had two dreams.

In the first dream, I am going into some sort of building. I think it might have been a store... there I meet a small child in a wheelchair. The boy looked to be about 1 or 2 years old and had a precious little face... but he was mentally disabled. He reminded me alot of my youngest son for some reason. I felt like this child had been treated poorly, and upon talking to a woman who worked in the store I learned that he had been put up for adoption and soon, if he weren't adopted, he would become a child of the state.

Well, this really upset me. I had instantly fallen in love with this little boy and wanted to keep him! I thought to myself that I would adopt him without saying anything to my husband... because I believed that if he just SAW the boy, he would instantly love him too. But then I started thinking about things that would be involved with raising a disabled child. The only thing that concerned me for some reason was the money. I was thinking in the dream how I had four children to care for at home... would it really be fair for me to bring home another? How would I support this child financially, especially if he needed special equipment, medications and schooling? Honestly, I thought I could handle the schooling. I have a tremendous amount of patience and creative enough to make learning fun for any kid... (If I were to toot my own horn). In fact, I have even developed my own programs that have taught my kids anything from their ABC's to basic reading. Once I discover a learning pattern, it's all downhill from there... but the medication and equipment. For some reason, government assistance with the child was not an option... and so, I thought it would be unfair to adopt the child without knowing for a fact that I would be able to care for him. It would not be fair to him or my children if I were unprepared to take him on and afford what I needed for EVERYONE. Instead, I chose to get a job in that little store in order to care for the child and keep a close eye on him. If the time came where he was going to be sent into a home, I would take him immediately, but until then, I would care for him outside of my home until I could afford to take him in.

It seemed like the little store was some sort of clothing store maybe? It was at least a store that sold clothes because I cleaned out fitting rooms and folded and hung clothes most of the day. I would take breaks to play with the little boy and fix him snacks and meals. He seemed to be happy and to genuinely love me. I started to feel uncomfortable though. I could feel someone's eye beams on me. (That feeling you get when you KNOW someone is watching you...) I turned to see a very nice looking man watching me and the boy. The guy looked to be my age or just slightly older. He smiled and disappeared behind a display. I shrugged it off and went back to work. I somehow found out that the man was the disabled boy's older brother... Later, I saw the man again with a group of friends. The friends were rowdy and rude like a lot of young people in their twenties. They started teasing him about having a crush on me and when he said nothing they blurted out rude things like "OMG, why would you like HER?" As if I was just the most hideous person on the planet of something. It actually hurt my feelings for a moment and then I though "Wait a minute... why would I be with someone like THAT! They have it all backwards!" You can tell a lot about a person from the company they keep, and though the guy himself seemed to be ok, he had some really rude friends and was not stepping up to take care of his brother. I chose to ignore them and went to work folding and sorting clothes. After working for a while, I was directed to sort clothes on a bottom rack and to hurry. I pulled the clothes out and folded them being careful to arrange them by color when I was stopped by my boss. She yelled at me that I was doing it wrong! I had to put the clothes into sets and each set had matching shirts, pants, some sort of card, and small pack of necessities. I had to hurry because a flood was coming. (It made perfect sense in the dream...)

I finished my work and we all evacuated the store. I went home and sat on my back porch to relax. I was upset that I wasn't with the little boy, but was also glad to be at home resting. My husband came outside to sit with me and we talked. There was a big tree in our yard where our children's swing set is... and I was admiring it before I heard a hoot. A big hoot. I looked up to see a giant owl in that tree. I was horrified because I am afraid of owls. I can't tell you why... I've just always been afraid of them... more so than snakes or spiders even. Anyway... this particular owl was gigantic and I felt like it was watching me so I told my husband and he laughed and said I was being paranoid. Well... he had also told me a while back that owls didn't grow very big. Clearly, he didn't know what he was talking about. After sitting and feeling creeped out for some time, I thought I might try to scare it off and I charged at the tree causing the owl to disappear into the thick leaves. Smug and satisfied, I marched back to my chair and sat down. Moments later, it came back out, so I charged the tree again, but I had to run closer to it because it wasn't as easy to scare away. This went on two or three more times before that freakin' owl wouldn't so much as budge. Not even if I threw things at it. I was very uneasy now because I didn't know what to do to get rid of that owl...

I was with my husband now on the left side of our back yard planning on how I was going to build some raised garden beds. I could feel those haunting eye beams and turned around to see that owl standing on the grass several yards away from me and my hair stood on end. I charged the owl and it flew away. A little while later, it came back and stomped across the grass at me, and I charged it again... and it reluctantly flew away again. My husband laughed and told me he had to go inside to get some measuring tape, he would be right back. While he was gone, however, that owl came back again! It stomped across the grass even quicker towards me as if it were going to attack, and I charged it... this time I had to be practically on top of it for it to fly away. It was a close one and my heart was beating very fast... and then it came back. This time it charged and I charged and we met in the middle. It attacked me so I tried to grab it. This owl was maybe 4 feet tall or so and it was rough to wrestle. It had it's beak going, trying to bite me. I managed to grab it's legs and hold it upside down and was surprised to find that it had little thin chicken legs under all of those feathers, but as I held it upside down, its claws were going... scratching me with its nasty toes. I was screaming bloody murder and my husband came out to see me holding it and I screamed for him to grab a cage or something for me to put it in before it got me. He ran back inside, but I managed to find an old cage that I once used for my ferrets. I somehow managed to bind the owl's legs together and threw it in the cage. Now the owl was smaller (about the size of a large chicken) and resembled a green parrot. It was trying to talk, trying to curse me... and honestly, had it not scared the crap out of me, I might have found it funny.

I refused to let that cage out of my sight and my husband wanted to go out to eat, so I had him tie a rope to the cage and I dragged it behind me to the restaurant. We went to a seafood restaurant with a pirate theme and I got a lot of surprised looks as I took my seat having this giant, caged, cursing bird sitting next to me. I was kind of hoping that someone else would want it and I could get rid of it, but at the same time, I was worried that if they released it, it would just come back to haunt me.

I woke up and took a sip of water before jotting down some reminders in my journal. I was upset that my dream didn't seem to have a lot to do with my mission, so I meditated on Religion + Death for a second time and went back to sleep.

This time I dreamt that I was in a beautiful forest looking at wild flowers growing everywhere. I felt lovely and so at ease when I was startled by a loud male voice right beside me that screamed "PAY ATTENTION!" Shocked, I turned around to find that there was no one there, but just as I was about to go back to looking at the flowers, I noticed three men walking together. It seemed like I didn't have a body now and I was watching them in third person. I instantly recognized the first man as the Pope, the second man was middle eastern and I recognized him as a Muslim, the third man was a normal-looking older white man, and I recognized him as a Christian. I thought this was interesting because they were all walking along calmly, talking and making jokes. It seemed in the dream that there should be more tension between them, but they acted as if they were all good friends.

As they walked down a path in the woods, they came across the Mormon bishop of the church I used to attend. They invited him to come along with them but he politely declined. He acted as if he were in a hurry to get somewhere else and smiled before saying goodbye and walking away at a very fast pace. The three other men seemed to be offended and very annoyed at him and started making fun of him talking about his googly glasses and weird hair... and I felt a bit ashamed because I had to smirk a bit... he DID have googly glasses and weird hair. Anyway, I kept following them for what seemed to be FOREVER. We got to a large city, one I have never seen before. The buildings looked very old. They reminded me of some of the Greek architecture you see in movies... you know, with arches and statues. Well, right in the middle of the city was a great, big cathedral-looking building... but it was odd... because it looked as if it were three churches merged into one. The middle looked full-fledged cathedral with stain glassed windows, the left part was a slightly different color with one of those tear-drop shaped bubbly domes on it... it reminded me of a fancy mosque. And the left part of it was made out of a different material and had small cross shaped windows. It was kinda like a mall or one of those merged fast food restaurants.... Have you ever seen one of those Pizzahut/Taco Bell buildings where it is ONE building but there is one store on one side and another on the other? It was like that, only for churches. It was so weird... and it seemed like they should clash, but they were all getting along and I thought this was a good thing at first.

As we walked towards this megachurch, the men started arguing about what should be put on the top of the church. The Pope thought that a gold statue of Virgin Mary should be on top and the Christian thought it should be a cross. The Muslim man thought it should be something else, but I can't remember what it is he thought should be up there anymore. I wondered why they couldn't just put all three up there on the top and then thought that it must be because three huge, heavy gold statues might make the ceiling cave in on them. That was the only thing I could think would be the problem. At any rate, they bickered until we got into the building.

The inside of the building reminded me a little bit of a Mormon temple in that there seemed to be many different rooms for different rituals/ religious practices. It was pristine and beautiful. The walls were white with gold trim and there was elegant gold designs everywhere and things made out of crystal to include a huge, bright and beautiful crystal chandelier. It was amazing! It was breathtaking! The people in the building bowed their heads in reverence to the men as they walked by. Some of them even fell to the floor and bowed with their foreheads touching the ground. Some of them cried.

I followed the men into a darker doorway. Inside was a spiraling staircase that went downwards. As we walked down, the lights got dimmer. We came to a huge locked door. It took all three men to unlock this door which looked a bit like a vault. When we stepped inside, there seemed to be a bunch of old artifacts in there. Super old books, suits of armor, weapons... I was especially fascinated with a goblet I saw in there. It reminded me of the Holy Grail and I wanted to touch it, but it seemed like if it were the Holy Grail, I had better keep my hands off of it. I didn't feel like I would be worthy of touching it... but then I started getting amused because it made me think of Monty Pythons quest for the Holy Grail. I was sort of hoping I would see the killer bunny somewhere (It made sense in the dream), but no luck. After looking around though, I DID find the holy hand grenade and was just tickled pink! I couldn't believe it existed... but then wondered what it might be used for... especially since I didn't see that killer rabbit anywhere.

After a while, I watched as the men all armed themselves with some of the ancient weapons. The Middle Eastern man chose some sort of curved sword. It looked like someone tried to merge a sword with a scythe. It was gold and silver... and pretty creepy looking. The Pope took a strange-looking spear. It was purple and gold with little decorative charms and beads on it. The tip had three blades on the end and they were gold. The older man took a sword. The blade was silver, and the handle was gold and white. I'm pretty sure it had a fleur de lis on the handle...

Anyway, after arming themselves, they went back out of the door and headed down the spiraled staircase again. The lower we got, the darker things were... we came to an OLD wooden door. Something you might expect to see from a medieval castle. When they opened the door, we walked into a large, dark room. It was like a huge ballroom almost... but was super creepy like something you would expect to see out of a Dracula movie. There were candle fixtures on the wall and bones lying everywhere. I assumed them to be human bones. There were cages with what looked to be starving children hanging from the ceiling... and in the very back was a well. The well had such an evil feeling coming out of it that I refused to see what was in it. The room itself was FILLED. Many of the people I didn't recognize, but there were a few celebrities and famous people I did... like Bill Gates, Mark Zuckerburg, Michelle and Barak Obama, and a lot of other people like celebrities where I knew their faces, but not quite their names. Some of them were actors. Everyone was mingling like you would expect at a fancy party... drinking drinks and snacking on finger foods, but fell silent as the three men entered. The crowd split and I could see down the divide to a man sitting in what looked to be almost a throne. Next to him was an even bigger and fancier throne, but it was much larger and much more fancy. I wondered who sat in that one. The man in the smaller throne, however, gave me a very strange and horrifying feeling. I've had bad feelings before... but this wasn't only more piercing... but it had an unfamiliar feeling of fear around it. It was overpowering and strange. I just don't know how to describe this feeling... even after waking up, its haunting... the man was holding an old, OLD beat up spear. I looked at it amused for a minute, because I thought that if everyone started fighting in that room, he would be the first one to go down. That thing was an antique for sure! It looked brittle and as if the tip was nothing more than an old, elongated arrow head. As I sat there semi-amused and wondering just WHAT he thought he would accomplish with that thing, the voice spoke to me again. It was the voice from earlier, but it sounded cool and calm... very soothing. He asked me if I knew what that man was holding. I told him I did not. Then he replied that it was the "spear of destiny".

I woke up thinking that maybe I had been playing too many games with my husband, though I don't play very serious games... I tend to stick with stuff like Mario or Zelda and don't play very often. But the "Spear of Destiny" sounds exactly like something strait out of a video game. I told my husband the dream early this morning... when I got to the part of the voice asking me if I knew what that man was holding, my husband cut me off saying "It was the spear of destiny, wasn't it?" I was shocked and asked him how he knew and he told me that there is some sort of legend about the spear of destiny being made out of one of the nails that pierced Christ... or something like that.