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This dream took shape at a public park where many people were out having family fun.

I saw my ex and she said something to me, which I can’t remember, but was pleasant enough.
It may have been an invite back to her folk’s house because the dream moved from the park to my brother and I driving to her folk’s place, which was a home I have never been to in dream or awake mode.
During the visit – they wanted to hear me play some of my music,– I was paying attention to the time because I had a gig to play later.
I had to get something out of the truck and walked down the path out the back but couldn’t find the truck. On the way back I was carrying a puppy.
After getting back to the house I was surprised that my microphones were set up – and my ex’s friend asked me if I could play a Bob Dylan song for her…I don’t recall what song it was, but I knew it, and told her I would be happy to perform it.
As with all my music-playing dreams – I never actually performed – they always revolve around setting the gear up – often with frustrating delays and looking for stuff – but end before the actual performance.
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My brother and I also went to look for something we needed which my ex’s dad said we would find in his car. We looked but did not find whatever it was we were looking for.
What I did notice was that the upholstery was completed shredded, and I assumed that it was dogs which had done this.
When I returned, I noticed some documentation on a computer screen, which had to do with my ex - and as I was halfway through reading it, I suddenly thought that I shouldn't be doing so and moved away from the computer. As I moved away, the computer fell on the floor.

At one point soon after this, I saw a cat knock my piano keyboard off a table – at first, I was annoyed but then I remembered that this was a typical cat thing. I picked the cat up and – after giving it a belly rub - put it outside.
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Dreams of my ex and her family are not uncommon for me. Most of the time they are pleasant enough.
After awakening, and writing this down, I had flashes of memories of other dreams involving the ex and family - dreams which I know I had many years ago.

I was asked by a woman to stack some timber planks that she wanted to sell. As I was stacking them I noticed that they gave off a subtle ringing sound - musical and very pleasant. I mentioned it to the lady and she wanted to hear it for herself, but when I showed her, the musical sound didn't happen.

Stacking Timbres = 170
The Voice Within = 170
Information field = 170
Spiritual path = 170

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My dream this night involved being in a building which I had no difficulty entering but great difficulty leaving.

I found a gathering of friendly people – some whom I knew - in the building and the atmosphere was jovial. I was attempting to find my mothers phone number and was frustrated because it wasn’t where I thought I had placed it – and I kept scrolling through my notes with no success.
Then my brother arrived and was able to give me my mothers phone number, which I was happy about, but still miffed that the number was mysteriously missing from my own notes.
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In using a word-value algorithm on the string “Mysteriously missing” these WSV [word string values] were in my data base
Mysteriously missing = 291
A machine for solving problems = 291
Making the best of a bad situation = 291

The irony therein is that the machine I was using to try and locate my mother phone number, was not helpful in solving my problem …

My Dream experience showed me that – while I get annoyed in situations where things are not going as I think they should unfold – I do not allow this to unhinge me to a point where the annoyance becomes anger…I stay reasonably calm…however…

It is worthwhile to my growth that I treat my DE as showing me that there is still room for improvement in that – to engage with untangling from and entangled situation, I would be better not to let myself even become annoyed by it – but accept it and eventually it will work itself out – as in – my brother turned up and gave me the information I was looking for.

Still – persevere - but drop the emotion of "being annoyed" about doing so.

Persevere = 113
Chamber Of Self
The Moment
Provenance
Apocalypse [uncover, disclose, reveal]
Cultivate
Self-acceptance
Universe

Being annoyed = 115

Encounter
In Training
Positive
Functional
Other way
Inside I cry

200222

In this dream I was in an old - poorly lit - garage and talking to the owner mechanic - a friendly older man.
We were talking about mechanical things, and I told him I hadn't always been very interested in the subject but that lately I was, and he said it was never too late to learn and that one place to start is with a tool.

I looked around for one and chose a medium sized Square and he said that was a good choice and I asked if I could buy it and he said $4 - I had a five dollar note and a one dollar note and thought just to give him $6 for it but decided to give him the $5 saying 'keep the change'.

As we moved around the workshop - I suddenly thought that I had been there before and then remembered that a friend of mine and I had stopped here many years ago when out riding.

I seemed to think that my friend and the garage owner were friends and asked him if he remembered me and my friend stopping in all those years ago, and he said that he did indeed remember that.

Another person resembling my friend - white hair and beard - was flittering around in the peripherals.

A child then appeared riding a small unusual looking well-built peddle-car. I remember thinking how fortunate some kids are and had the thought that he would be a boy-racer when he got older...with the feeling that some folk don't appreciate things because they have always been given stuff and never had to work for it so they don't take care of the things they have.

The scene shifted to out the back of the garage as I followed the garage owner. My eldest son was with us now. I had the feeling that he needed a shower and asked the garage owner if it would be alright to use the shower in the garage and he was fine with that, so I asked my son to go take a shower and then we would be on our way.

When we returned to the inside of the garage, there were two taps running, with water pouring onto the floor. I turned the taps off and apologized to the owner.
My son was inside some type of glass cabinet and looked older. I asked him why he had turned the taps on, but he did not reply.

While I waited for him to get out of the cabinet and answer my question, I rolled a cigarette. I remember licking the paper before putting tobacco into it, and thinking that was not the way I normally did it...

I asked my son again, and he said that he could not find the shower [so he turned on the taps to get attention] - or that was the feeling I got from his reply...

The workshop floor sloped upwards as my son, and I walked toward the back - but I think that this may have been out the back and it was night-time, and I didn't tell the difference between being inside and outside - and suddenly the person with white hair and beard speed down a pathway leading back into the garage saying something like 'wait here!' - he seemed panicked...

I then awoke and thought to take some notes and then go back to sleep [because it is only 3am] but then decided that if I remembered my dream in the morning, I would DJ it - but then I couldn't get back to sleep so got up and wrote this down.

190222



My dreams are often really long and involved, and I know I dream every night.

Last night I was in what I would call my 'dream village' which is modelled on an actual village I once lived in.
I go there often, and things can get really busy with exchanges happening with many different of the dream characters, some who are modelled on actual folk I interacted with in the village when I lived there.

I had been in the village for quite some time, and was walking down the foot-path when someone yelled "fire" and sirens went off and movement towards a particular area of the village - as I write this - I am reminded of when I lived in that village and actually saw smoke coming from a shop, and raised the alarm...in my dream I moved with others - I could sense other folk moving toward a particular part of the village - on a road leading toward a house I once rented - but there was no smoke to see...and as I thought this, suddenly smoke could be seen, only it wasn't like house-fire smoke but more like mist, and from the mist a figure appeared which turned out to be the owner of the hose I had rented.

I was happy to see her - or glad that the fire had turned out to be a false alarm - or both - I am not sure, but I hugged her and asked how she was doing.
She seemed a little taken aback by my hugging her, but the exchange quickly ended as another exchange began to take place...

There was a house across the road which was having a party, and I invited myself in. I got the feeling it was a wake of some kind, but everyone was enjoying themselves [or so it appeared] and there were characters there whom I recognized, one person - in particular - who was sitting at the table with about six other characters.

This person was someone who never lived in this village but whom I had meet in another village. We shook hands and then my attention was turned toward an elderly man at the head of the table, who - after getting my attention - motioned me over to him.

I bent down and he whispered to me something along the lines of "I don't remember inviting you" and I replied that I hadn't been invited and he told me I should f-off then - not so much in a nasty way - but more in a way that revealed the gravity of my not being invited and he kept the smile on his face, not wanting to show the others that gravity in order not to bring the mood of the party down.

His face reminded me of the actor...Brian Dennehy...and I sensed no malice in his request...

I think there were some exchanges with others in the house before I left, and back out on the street, I heard someone behind me, and turning, I saw this young lady dressed in dark attire and looking witchy.
As she moved toward me, I became aware of another lady coming around a corner - someone I had known who had also lived in the village and who was also dressed witchy.

The first lady appeared to try and screen me from the second woman's sight, by moving in front of me as I moved toward her - but we managed to engage briefly, and then she went into the party house.

I started moving toward a large factory building where things got a little blurry - I think it was applying for a job there.

A woman there approached me and she had the demeanour of someone who distained folk beneath her own station...being abrupt and talking down at me - she was the factory owner and told me to follow her and she started to show me the whole lay-out of the factory.

The further into the factory workings we got - the more questions I asked, and our exchange took on a life of its own, until - we reached a place which was blocked off by a solid wall of corrugated iron and she told me to go in – it was her office - or words to that effect and so I figured that there must be some kind of hidden entrance and soon found it in the form of a curtain which looked like part of the corrugated iron.

Once inside, we became very relaxed with one another, and this turned into a sexual vibe...very consensual in nature...but we were interrupted early [while still dress] by a scene change as my ex came out of the background and saw what was going on...

I followed my ex and explained to her that what was happening was quite natural and necessary and showed her the reason why - which involved me having to travel and I pulled out some kind of technology which unfolded into a type of holographic display, and once she saw this evidence, she relaxed and appeared quite supportive and encouraging.

This exchange with my ex, was viewed by me in the third person - I was watching it happen from an observers pov.

Then I had the sense I was analysing what had happened in the dream experience while still being in the dream - perhaps sitting in a dark room - I had the sense of there being a team, and had flashes of pieces of cake being manifested for every aspect of the dream analysis that I got correct and then one thing I said - something to do with a behind the scene "Dream Team" which coordinated my dream experiences was rewarded with the image of a giant piece of cake...then there was talk about the message generating process and word-values as I began to awaken...

I got up, thought about my dream, and decided to write it down...and even as I have been writing it down here - in doing so, I find myself remembering things about it and adding these details in the writing.