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Last night I dreamed that the lead singer in my band came up to me wearing glasses that had glass wings extending about a foot from each side of her glasses. She said to me "What do you think?"

"You can fly", I said and we both laughed.

Earlier in the day I had found out that she would be able to join us for a gig in Puerto Vallarta, and she would be flying there to join us.

Funny to see how my mind works.

Last night in dreaming I visited the dream school I used to attend. Things were somewhat in disrepair. There were new people that I didn't know, and a dark being that didn't belong there. A dreamfriend of mine took care of the dark one. New construction was going on, which I believe will bring wondrous new experiences. I am entereing this new phase by meditation on the sound current.

I've spent the last two years successfully manifesting what my previous dreaming brought me. Now it's time to return to dreaming for what is to come next.

I was at a campground and decided to go for a walk. I walked until I came to a beach but knew there shouldn't be a beach where I was camping. I became lucid, I looked at my hands and gathered my volition. I immediately asked for my Spirit Guide to please come to me. I saw a woman walking down the shoreline towards me. She began waving and I really hoped she was waving at me. As we got closer she said to me "Say hello to Linda D'Tre for me". I began thinking who she was talking about and lost my lucidity.

I was playing golf with my dead father-in-law when I realized I was dreaming. I walked up to the clubhouse and decided to walk through the wall of the building. I got about halfway through but couldn't go any further. I pulled myself out and was surprised and somewhat disappointed. I walked over to a glass door and easily walked through the glass.

I'm flying while holding my wife. It's a bit of a struggle but then I'm given a small metallic device that allows us to fly effortlessly, as if in a lucid dream.




I'm with some friends and we see a car, a dark colored SUV, hurtling through the sky about a hundred feet above us. We know it's going to crash, and it does, on Interstate 10 in Arizona.

IWL I just got back from a 2 week vacation on the Pacific Coast of Mexico. Had a great time and got to do some fishing and some drumming. Played drums with a Mexican shaman who taught me alot. Caught a 5 foot long crocodile needlefish with blue teeth! Anyway, for those worried about travel in Mexico, there were no problemas.

So last night I naturally dreamed of fishing. I had a long bamboo fishing pole and a friend wanted me to make him one as well. He gave me a very long bamboo pole but it had large decorative sections that made it impossible to fish with. I told him to keep it as an art piece and that he could use my pole to go fishing.

Dreamed I was in Mexico in an open field playing some kind of ball game with DV dreamers. We were using a melon or gourd instead of a baseball and were wearing capes or serapes. We were learning to "play ball" together. Then we were climbing a nearby mountain (pyramid?) that had an altar at the top. Again, we were wearing serapes.

This is a little complicated. In Waking Life my wife and I visited Chichen Itza and Palenque on our honeymoon, years ago. From the walls of The Temple of the Foliated Cross at Palenque, my wife drew a picture of a young Mayan man who was holding some kind of ceremonial flute, as if he were a herald.

In last night's dream my intent was to re-visit Chichen Itza and connect with DV dreamers. In the dream I was driving some kind of small motorized vehicle through a Mexican village, and I was carrying the Mayan flute with me. I realized I was driving on the sidewalk instead of the road and made a correction. I came to a tunnel and drove downward through it. Then I came to a wall of gated bars that I had to pass through to get to the other side.

I could pass through the bars but couldn't get the flute through. Two Mexican men on the other side of the bars saw me and picked up guitars as if to play music with me when I made it through. I tried and tried but couldn't get the flute to fit through.

I gave up and went back through the tunnel to the road. I then found that I could go around the tunnel on a side road and got to the other side. I saw a shaman on the other side and told him about not being able to get through the gate with the flute.

My wife and I were taking care of our neighbors children. There were 3 kids and I decided to try to entertain them with a psychic game. I picked 7 colored pieces of glass and would ask the kids to guess which color I was holding, one at a time. The little girl went first and as I held the blue glass she guessed "blue". Then I held the green one and she guessed "green" She continued to guess all seven colors correctly. I went to my wife and told her the child had picked all 7 colors.

Then the dream shifted (FA) and I was starting to tell a goup from DV about my dream. One of the women here, who was slightly heavy and had short brown hair, then started telling us all about a color healing dream that she had just had. Then everyone started talking at once.

In waking life we're going to the beach in Mexico in 10 days, so last night I'm visualizing being there as I fall asleep. I'm fishing on some rocks above the ocean. I get a big bite and something is pulling very hard. It's almost pulling me off the rocks, even though I've got my drag set to let out line. This feels like the biggest fish I've ever had on. I know I'll have to climb down closer to the water to have any chance of landing it.

As I climb down the tension in my line releases and I know I've lost the fish. I pull in my line and my leader has been twisted and shaped into some kind of wind chime looking thing. I'm amazed but not quite enough to become lucid.

Still recovering from New Years. Frags about drumming and a woman named "Flordam".

I was at some kind of school. I walked into different rooms and in one saw 3 women that had just finished a dance class. I talked to one of the women who was tall with short blond hair. I had seen her recently in another dream and seem to be getting to know her.

I went to bed with a Holiday Headache. I didn't take anything for it because I really felt that I could dream away the tension. I tossed and turned but was finally able to sleep. My dreams were chaotic, trying to turn the car around on a dirt road, hearing about a crazy friend from my past.

As I woke up this morning, the headache was gone and I know that my dreaming helped release it. It's kinda like needing to say something or get something off of your chest. I needed to dream to express the tension inside, and once I did I felt much better. Another benefit of dreaming!

This one was strange, even for me. I watched "War of the Worlds" last night, so I'm pretty sure that played into it.

I was walking home with my son, who was younger than he is now. The streets began flooding and I knew the only way to get home was to swim and get to a boat. I left my son with a friendly stranger and told him not to worry, I'd be back with a boat.

As I entered the water a voice began speaking to me. I completely forgot that I was in the water, the voice had a hypnotic effect on me. It told me that humanity didn't learn our true nature from living in paradise so now we were going to have to learn it the hard way. There would be natural disasters that would force us to come together. The voice said there is no I or you or they, but instead there is only we and us.

I've had alien dreams before, but not like this one.

I'm hiking on some large boulders up a river with a group of friends and family. It feels like South America. We come to a large house that is like a rest center for hikers. There's food and some folks who are taking care of us. Then it's time to continue our hike and I start back down the river, but I notice my wife and my mother are missing. I tell the others to go on, that we will catch up with them.

I go back into the house and call out for my wife and mother but get no answer. I check from room to room and finally find them, with several other hikers, tied up and gagged. I untie them and my they tell me they are being held captive by soldiers because there is a revolution going on. I go back through the house and hear a fight going on. There are two groups of soldiers fighting with each other over who gets the captives.

In the midst of the fight I grab a rifle from one of the soldiers and aim it at them. I tell them nobody gets the captives, that we are leaving. I call out to my wife and to my mother that we've got to get out of here. They call back to me that they are packing. So here I am, holding an old rifle on a dozen mean looking soldiers while my wife and my mother are "packing'. WTF!!!