Kumara

08/04/2011 Thursday morning



***I remember dreaming in a dream, maybe lucid dreaming in a dream…

Dream 1 – (early in the night I think) I was in “my grandmother’s room” (IWL never seen before). A bed was to my right. Something about having a blanket that I was holding all four corners of, and the “ghost” (was like an unseen force) had filled the blanket and was pulling me up, over the bed. I was fighting it to bring it back down and not get pulled away. I managed to do that, and was back on the bed…something about a small stack of books on the bed.

I moved around maybe, and discovered that D was under the covers trying to sleep. I apologized or felt bad, that I had all that going on over him while he was in bed. There was more, that’s all I remember.

Dream 2 – I was sitting on what I thought was a bus, seemed like Seattle, with rows of people in front, behind and to my right. A couple of guys were on my right, and I watched one of them pull a didgeridoo out of a cover, while inserting a cardboard tube (like a wrapping paper tube) into the center of it. I was wondering why he was doing that, and he cut and spread the bottom of the tube in the bottom of the didj. I thought that he was doing that so someone else could play and not get their spit all in his didj.

One of them began playing, and a window like a puppet theater opened in front of us. “They” were putting on an “art” show for us on the bus. I wondered if we were moving, and if everyone was okay with just waiting on the bus and if anyone was concerned about being on time.

I noticed at some point that the seats were now more like chairs, like the sort of egg-shaped melamine chairs with metal legs.

The show was a couple of guys showing various things. At first I saw them show a couple of big mushrooms, that looked like paper mache. Then some crazy visuals, I remember in particular a big copier spinning around behind the guy, as some kind of filler until the rest of the show was ready.

Someone said something like, “You don’t have your line ready yet?” and a woman scrambled to get her part of the show ready. Then I was behind the scenes, and whatever got plugged in, and there was something like a doctor’s examine table in front of me, and three women who were maybe not real, made of plastic-like stuff, somersaulted from and over the examine table and skipped off to my right. I think one was hot pink, one was cyan, and one was yellow.

Fragment, possibly SP:

There was a "ghost" to my left, that was pulling on me and sucking me into it.
I experienced the dream ghost as a feeling of powerlessness and uncomfortable tingling like when a funny bone gets hit.

My dream dad was in the room (kind of like my dad, only much kinder, younger, healthier). Maybe we were talking.

I was now turned toward the "ghost", and DD on my left. The ghost was sucking me in headfirst, and the feeling of paralysis was spreading from my upper body down, and I was rising off the floor "into" the ghost.

My dream dad gently pulled me down and out and away from the ghost.