On discovery
12/10/09 21:49 Filed in: About Me
Last night I had two nightmares. In the first I
was on a ship with someone close to me who I
don't know in waking life. The people who ran the
ship were hunting passengers to take over our
minds. We were trying to hide from them and the
increasing numbers of people with stolen minds
who became part of the plan to trap and remove
who you are. Eventually we were sequestered in
our basement room with no windows and black
walls, unable to go out for fear of being seen
and caught. It seemed a matter of time before
we'd be trapped and lost.
At a young age I cultivated the ability to bring myself into consciousness as a nightmare gets too fearful to bear. I woke up.
In my next dream I was visiting the office of a used car lot or a used car rental agency. As I left and walked in the grass strip by the street curb I noticed movement at my feet and was shocked to see a mangled dark cat lying on its side. I guessed it was hit by a car . It was almost unrecognizable at my feet, its face a pulp. As I looked closer I realized I was surrounded by movement below and I saw tiny mangled and bloody kittens and with horror I realized she had given birth after being hit. I tried to shield her from the sun and began phoning for help, not sure if I'd arrived too late.
Columbus set out commissioned to look for Indians, which pretty much guaranteed that's what he would find. Our rice, our corn, our spices, these small pieces connect us more than gold in the ground or in our skin.
Tonight, tired from so much night wakefulness, I lay in a lavender oil bath and rubbed calcium bentonite clay, the Aztec Secret Indian Healing Clay into my itchy triceps. I put a quarter inch all over my face, becoming unrecognizable, and read a paper with a creeping wet edge. I'm hoping this will keep an encroaching cold at bay. Tomorrow I'll get up and, like today, do ordinary things one after the other.
At a young age I cultivated the ability to bring myself into consciousness as a nightmare gets too fearful to bear. I woke up.
In my next dream I was visiting the office of a used car lot or a used car rental agency. As I left and walked in the grass strip by the street curb I noticed movement at my feet and was shocked to see a mangled dark cat lying on its side. I guessed it was hit by a car . It was almost unrecognizable at my feet, its face a pulp. As I looked closer I realized I was surrounded by movement below and I saw tiny mangled and bloody kittens and with horror I realized she had given birth after being hit. I tried to shield her from the sun and began phoning for help, not sure if I'd arrived too late.
Columbus set out commissioned to look for Indians, which pretty much guaranteed that's what he would find. Our rice, our corn, our spices, these small pieces connect us more than gold in the ground or in our skin.
Tonight, tired from so much night wakefulness, I lay in a lavender oil bath and rubbed calcium bentonite clay, the Aztec Secret Indian Healing Clay into my itchy triceps. I put a quarter inch all over my face, becoming unrecognizable, and read a paper with a creeping wet edge. I'm hoping this will keep an encroaching cold at bay. Tomorrow I'll get up and, like today, do ordinary things one after the other.