Kaizen

Monday, 29th September 2014

Moon Cycle: 30% illuminated waxing crescent in Sagittarius
Tarot card: 9 of Pentacles
Mayan Calender: White Resonant Wizard

Dream

I appeared to be in the shallow dock yards of Venice. The long and wide megalithic canal walls where lined with many open topped boats and people sat and enjoyed their sundowners. Our boat was old, unpainted and wooden resembling a small version of Noah's Ark.

My friends steered on deck as I jumped off and pushed the boat outward, a little journey was in order. As the ark began to move I noticed my friends where fooling around and not controling the rudder to steer. The Ark now headed toward some other expensive looking yachts. Luckily the people on the other yacht soon realised danger and swiftly moved just in time.
"Idiots!" I think to myself about my friends.

The crew from the yacht that we almost just hit into shot us disapproving death stares, and signalled to the coast guard security closeby, who had seen everything anyway.

They signalled us to come over immediately.
"Uh-oh...now we're in shit",I exclaimed out loud. My mind immediatly asked if we had any illegal substances on the boat...its wasn't our boat and who knows what could have been stowed away.
I sat in the front of the ark,legs hanging of each side, steering toward the coast guard.

As we got closer a short man tanned with a mustauche climed down the ladder from the watch tower to receive us.
Beaming my most sincere smile, I greeted with a "how are you sir" as if the previous events didnt occour.
Strangely, the guard was cheerily friendly and we began a conversation consisting of unrelated small talk.

After observing his body language and facial expressions for a while I soon realised that he was intoxicated and merely was looking for another drink from any unsuspecting citizen.

Monday, 25th August 2014

Moon Cycle:New Moon in Virgo

Tarot card of the Day: Ace of Cups

Mayan Calender:Blue Cosmic Storm

Nostril less blocked on awakening: Right (Masculine,left brain,logical/analytical)

This dream occoured on the start of the New Moon on Monday when my girlfriend,myself and two other friends (another couple) decided to hike up one of the nearby mountains and camp out in a secluded cave for a night of shamanism and star-gazing.

As the clear,still night fell we all consumed a small amount of plant medicines in the form of a tea (San Pedro and Psilocybin).
The effects where felt, although very mild.
We made a fire and began telling stories,playing music and chanting before falling asleeping just before the crack of dawn.


Dream:

I'm speeding through a city which resembles my hometown on my black Enfield motorbike, still on the initial lucidity realization high. I feel confident and invincible...there seems no reason to stabilize the dream.
(ln retrospect I should have, as I only maintained a surface level of lucidity)

I weaved through traffic, knocking pedestrians and cars to pieces knowing that no real bodily harm could transpire.
Or could it?
I asked myself the question while taking a particularly long and wide corner and the mental doubt caused the tires to slip from under me .
I began to slide with my right leg being dragged underneath the bike.

Swiftly I jumped up and let my bike continue to slide away while i scurried to my feet.
"it's just a dream,its just a dream...",I reminded myself.

There was a feeling of angst that the dream was about to end, which caused my behavior to become erratic and crazy to say the least.
Even though I was conscious and somewhat lucidly aware,it was as if my primal male instincts took over and I was observing my dream body on auto pilot.

I saw a frozen yogurt cafe on the sidewalk where I just had crashed and sprinted into it in a frenzy.
Jumping over the counter where various cakes and sweets where displayed, i proceeded to stuff as many flavors of frozen yogurt in my mouth using the cooling dispensers which lay along the far wall.

"What are you doing?",the cashier shouts from across the other end of the room.
"Whatever I want!" I reply in a commanding tone.

I double take at the cashier and notice she is extremely attractive.
Curly brunette hair ,deep brown eyes,olive skin, curvaceous body and full lips.

My "cave-man" mentality at the time gets the better of me and I grab her by the arm and pull her into the back room.
Strangely she complied without any resistance.
The erotica that ensued was very intense,fast paced and primal...with ripping off clothes, loud shouts and groans and the collision of sweaty bodies... often being thrown around the room.

Then she uttered something in my ear...
"Remember what you are here for...."
I was struck by a sudden clarity and lucidity again.
"The dream task!"I exclaimed.
I left the sexual escapades in the back room and ran outside.

Many dream characters where sitting on the sidewalk in the sunshine drinking around round white tables.
I took a seat at one of them and asked a chubby short man to tell me a foreign word and its meaning.
He replied in something that sounded similar to Spanish.
I then asked a middle aged lady sitting adjacent to him the same question,and she replied in what I could make out to be a French accent.

Upon awakening I was unable to recall the words or their meaning...only the unique accents in which the DC's spoke.
Arg.

Almost!