Sunday, March 03, 2013

Senseless dreams - or are they?

Standing on the street, surrounded by some children playing some sort of game - catch, perhaps or dodge-ball, that part didn't register very well.   Suddenly the air started twirling violently, I could feel it, sense it.  In retrospect, I realize this is what a tornado must feel like.  When you're caught somewhere outside of the eye, where there's no calm, just the intense, chaotic (or what seems to be), movement of air.  But none of us got hurled around, or touched even, by this movement of everything outside of us.  We just looked up in wonder.  There were white clouds above and to the left of us.  Funny - that they were white - and not a dark gray.  And they took the shape of two hands.  Palms down, as if they were blessing us, or Reiki'ing us.  I looked at the children looking up and said 'Look - they look like hands'.  They said, yes, hands, but each one with more than five fingers.  I looked up again, trying to count the fingers.  Definitely more than five.  Seven, maybe - on each hand.  They just hovered there, unaffected, like us, by the tumult around us - as if they were blessing us, healing us.  Then they disappeared, and an open jeep/van appeared.   Looking for passengers.  Like a phat-phati in Delhi, wanting to pick up anyone who wanted to travel in the general direction it was headed and willing to pay the shared fare.  The kids wanted to get in and go wherever they were going.  Suddenly they had instruments in their hands - I guess I'd imagined them playing something.   They'd actually been holding musical instruments.  I took one look at the driver and something didn't seem right.  He didn't seem like a nice person.  Something was off.  One of the kids put his guitar on the first seat in the passenger section and was about to get in.  I asked him not to, but it looked like he wasn't about to heed my warning.  I looked at him and asked him to please listen to me.   The driver looked at him menacingly and said his baggage/guitar was already in there, so he already owed him the fare - 95 (rupees, dollars, I don't know what it was).  I looked at the kid, thinking and hoping that he would realize that this driver really wasn't up to any good.  It should be obvious that someone wanting to charge someone just because they had set their stuff in their vehicle, without giving them a chance to change their mind wasn't someone up-front and straightforward.  I felt like it was my job to make sure these kids were okay and no harm came to them.  And then I woke up.

I lay in my room.  It felt like it was a room up in the attic of a house.  I was about to fall asleep.  It was daytime.  Suddenly, someone walked in.  He looked very purposeful.  It was a former boss, only, he'd gained a few inches, looked much taller than he is in real life.  He was looking for something next to me.  It felt like he was looking for a weapon, a dagger, a hammer or something, I'm not sure how I knew that's what he was looking for.  It looked like he meant me harm.  Like he was going to pick it up and clobber me or stab me with it.  I let out a scream.  It came out a groan, as I woke up.

I thought about this psychic I'd seen not long ago.  One of the first things she'd said to me was that I'm a person who has intense and vivid dreams.

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