blackbirdrising

Dream started out - my two friends Talena and Amy were fighting, breaking up. They were employees in a huge sit-down buffet kind of restaurant. Amy was at the register, Talena was wearing a red apron like she was a server. (IRL they are both managers at a fast food place).

Then the dream changed and I was watching 3 girls get ready for a party of some kind. They were getting dressed like it was the prom, but it wasn't, was just a pool party at someones house. I didn't know anyone at the pool party/house, but I was there. This is where is gets strange. Some kids at this party were practicing dream control, levitation, throwing energy, wielding a sword, different things. In the pool in the back were a few couples making out, and one in particular forcing himself on another person who didn't want it. I remember thinking in the dream that I was in the dreamviews forum. The house, the pool, the people were the forum. I'm in the house. In walks some one who looks like (has taken on the resemblance of) the late Patrick Swayze, wearing some kind of armor. "Patrick" starts getting angry at some of the party goers, saying people were in danger and needed to be out of there. He conjures up a shiny black wall and it appears between the house and the pool where some kids are still in the pool, and now they cant get back in the house. We hear banging from the outside of the wall. People in the house now crank up the music and colored lights are flashing, party gets going good. I am suddenly in a bedroom, I'm laying horizontal looking at the ceiling - but I don't think I was on a bed, I was just floating in a supine position. On the ceiling was this young fellow with orange and blond streaked, spiked hair who was throwing down sticky web like stuff from his hands, down at me. He thought he was hurting me and he was really getting off on it, but he wasn't hurting anybody. He was laughing hysterically, nothing but scared, sad vibes, hungry and lonely. I remember grabbing some of the "web strings" and rising up, getting in his face saying "All you have to do is be honest with yourself and the rest will follow."

Then I woke up, I'm in my bed. I remember doing a check, to see if I was awake and low and behold I was not. I didn't want a cigarette, so I knew I was still dreaming.

So, I'm out of the second level of dreaming, in the first level, and I'm dreaming of my dog (that died in 2000) named Tina, she was a huge grey Schnauzer. I'm driving a grey silver car and shes in the back seat and we are going to help a 4-5 year old girl who needs kindergarten education curriculum. Then I woke up. Wanting a cigarette

Last night I dreamed that me and my partner were on vacation somewhere, at some resort hotel (HA - would never happen). This hotel was one story and built like Elizabethan era, style building with white porch, columns, hanging ivy, walla made of windows and no glass. If you walked out the bay window, you could go to the shore of the river nearby. The river had a "beach" made of nice clean sand. People were everywhere, usually working in pairs or groups of 3, some with children, some not, digging into the beachfront with shovels, picks, knives, anything they could find, to get way down deep to find the "purple sand" because it had some quality to open the third eye. My partner went to the opposite side of the shore, and I started digging not very far from where the bay window was and found a purple crystal (wand) within the purple sand, so I dislodged it, dug it out and put it in my pocket, and as soon as I did, it went inside of the right side of my body where my ovary would be.


NOTES:
IRL my birthstone is amethyst, thats purple. and my birthday is coming up in 2 months, and I've set that time frame as a goal for improving my health so that i can lose a lot of weight without hurting myself.

My third eyes been reopening the last month or so. Not surprised, my birth number coincides with my upcoming age, which means the new energy is already in progress...takes about 1-2 months.

Started off,in a grocery store, I was looking for a job... I had to dress up like Dolly Parton and work inside of a small box with a peep hole.Across from me was a young teen/20 girl with brown hair who was supposed to pretend to be Loretta Lynn, she gave me a business card out of the bust of her dress and said i should call this person (for what i don't know).

Dream changed and I'm outside with this giant (about turkey sized) looking green bird. Green bird had a flat face like an owl, but it was not round, was elongated, beak was yellow, tongue was black, feathers were sleek. Along comes this big black woman with a knife, and she pokes the birds eyes out first, bird doesn't respond. so she cuts out its tongue, still doesn't respond. so she cuts off its beak. this was where i had to turn my head, and when i turned back the entire face of the bird was gone. it was flapping around scared to death, still alive with basically no head.

made in heaven,queen - woke up with that in my head.

so to help me figure this dream out, the lyrics:

I'm taking my ride with destiny
Willing to play my part
Living with painful memories
Loving with all my heart

Made in heaven, made in heaven
It was all ment to be, yeah
Made in heaven, made in heaven
That's what they say
Can't you see
Oh I know, I know, I know that it's true
Yes it's really ment to be
Deep in my heart

I'm having to learn to pay the price
They're turning me upside down
Waiting for possibilities
Don't see too many around

Made in heaven, made in heaven
It's for all to see
Made in heaven, made in heaven
That's what everybody says
Everybody says to me
It was really ment to be
Yeah, yeah

When stormy weather comes around
It was made in heaven
When sunny skies break through behin the clouds
I wish it could last forever, yeah
Wish it could last forever, forever

I'm playing my role in history
Looking to find my goal
Taking in all this misery
But giving in all my soul

Made in heaven, made in heaven
It was all ment to be, yeah
Made in heaven, made in heaven
That's what everybody says
Wait and see, it was really ment to be
So plain to see
Yeah, everybody, everybody, everybody tells me so
Yes it was plain to see, yes it was ment to be
Written in the stars...
Written in the stars...

My mind has to completely unfuck this one. Scuse my french but....day-um,this was bad to be in this dream and watch that. IRL, today I go to be fingerprinted for a job. The whole thing with the bird, slowly just about decapitated (yuck), thats got to be about self expression, mine and my partners fears - of the throat chakra opening up (in my case)/not being strong enough the way he remembers it being years ago (in his case). We did some more recording last night before bed. Sounded shitty. I need to sit closer to the mic, because for some reason this thing picks up great peripheral sound but not so great when your in front of it more than a foot away. You know what though, you only live once. And we're getting older. We're in our forties. If we miss this chance, I doubt it will come again. I just want to get these two albums out there, and perform at some blue grass festivals and maybe a few open mic nights at the shack down the road. Get my womanly, curvy self up there and show those young skinny kids who havent had time to have a past yet, how to do it... I think a good recipe for singing is,take a lifetime of pain, a heart full of love - that was missed for half a lifetime and reunited two years ago, the best memories of motherhood - and wrap it up with a fever.

A lot ore recall last night. Wondering if its because we switched the bed to the back, or because I was wakened "just enough" to wake up and fall back to sleep by the fact the bed doesn't have enough padding. Grr... hard lumpy beds suck.

Anyway. Sand. A hotel made of sand and underneath a beach somewhere, right on the tides edge (brilliant), advertising that you could power sleep in this underground, sand-built room and get the best sleep you ever had. LOL. I didn't sleep in it, but a friend of mine and her son rented a room, and the tide (of course) came up and washed straight through her side of the hotel, collapsing the roof on top of her. So the dream changed and my partner and me are helping find a house for her and her son to sleep in. She chooses this old neighborhood, bad neighborhood, I don't want her to stay there. The house is very old, haunted house, so old its leaning. Lots of scratches on the table, we watched scratches appear and a message appear on the old dining table. I don't remember the message on the table. My partner is walking around checking the radiator heater, the faucets and pipes for leaks, the wooden floor for bad spots (finding them all). I'm downstairs, I refuse to go upstairs. The boy (about 3-4 years old) goes upstairs alone, comes back down and says thats where the ghost is, he's not scared though. He just says "shes like an old lady."

IRL - I havent seen or spoken to this friend in about two months, but I do think of her often. Shes young enough to be my daughter. I used to work with her, and she is very sweet. I think her son IRL is 6. I'm wondering if the dream was about "rooms" and "housing" because my partner and I are in dire need for a good bed. Its hard to find a mattress to fit the only bed we have (a fold out couch), and its falling apart - not meant for daily use lol. I made us a pallet in the back room, it would be great, except it needs thicker padding (or a mattress). Bleh - crushed some kidney stones last night sleeping on that thing, peed blood this morning, had a hard time walking the first hour or so. I'm good to go now. Had my coffee Bring on the Saturday!

I was up with my partner when he couldn't sleep. We stayed awake between 12:30 am and 3 am (yikes, that sucks since he had to get up at 6 am for work, but since I'm unemployed at the moment, I saw no reason to waste time in bed while he was up struggling). While we were awake we edited his latest recording for the upcoming album, tweaked the flange and room effects and equalized the bass. Then about 3:10 I crawled back in bed, he followed within 5 minutes and I fell asleep before he did. The alarm started going off at 5:30, so the dream I remember must have taken place between 5 am-5:30 am.

I remember teeth pulling. I don;t know if I was pulling my own teeth, or if something else was pulling them, but whatever the case, no teeth were removed, it was just the painless sensation of them being pulled or tugged against. I remember thinking No, you are not taking my teeth. I demanded a release. Dream then changed and I was floating in a sea of pink and yellow colors, orange and gold. I knew I was being "woken up" while in the dream. I knew I was dreaming because in this floating pink sea of awakening, I didn't care for a cigarette. I remember discussing the idea of teaching dream interpretation with someone, but I didn't see who it was. I didn't need to, not knowing who the being was didn't bother me. As I backed away from that dream, I went "through" a void in order to wake up, where I passed by a scaly, old face that was very close to mine, and I called on the shield of white light to protect me as I made my way through this dark area. Then I woke up, I remember wanting a cigarette.

12-2-12 NIGHT: Ok, I was underwater with two other women. There were jelly fishes eating chewing gum that people would spit out. I remember two all girl competing teams were there, I think debate teams. In the water no one needed special gear to breathe or talk, it was like air, but it was under water because the jelly fish were there. And pretty coral. I got bored and the dream changed. Was then inside of a dimly lit house, talking to a young man (in RL, a friend of one of my daughters from high school, he's grown up to be a professional musician). He was sipping something from a mug and telling me about his problems. I remember him saying people expected him to have a girlfriend and date, and he didn't want that. I said something about "That stuff comes when you're ready. Not a moment before." I hugged him goodbye, smelling his shampoo when his hair was close to my face. It was a nice visit.

12-3-12 NIGHT: No dreams remembered, woke up sore but ready for the day.

12-4-12 NIGHT: I kept hearing Barry Manilow music. Trying to get the feeling again. Loads of red, purple color.