Author: admin

I am in high school.  It is morning and the sun is shining.  I am walking to school and am caught by a series of humorously ironic billboards.  As I continue down the street I am joined by a female friend who is on her way to school.  My preference is to be alone and I am somewhat disturbed that she has invaded my solitude.

As we cross the street we pass by a vintage Chevrolet convertible.  In the driver seat is a very attractive sun baked man.  He is sitting in his car completely naked stroking himself.  The heat of the day has made his skin very glossy.  My impression is that he is trying to pick up on guys passing by. Other cars can’t see that he is naked.  It would be my luck that I am accompanied and can’t stop to inquire about him.  An opportunity missed I’m thinking to myself.

As we enter the school building it occurs to me that he could be arrested for indecent exposure.  I decide to tell security but I want to do it anonymously so that the driver of the car can not find out who told on him.  I think I’m probably far enough past him that I can tell security without him knowing I told and simply have them appear as though they found out on their own.  As I pass by the school’s security officer, I whisper to him and point to the convertible across the street.  As soon as I do an overwhelming feeling over comes me as if I did the wrong thing and will now surely incur the wrath.

I look around and see a winding stair case leading to the annex building.  I quickly set off up the stairs.  As they wind back around a bright light shines through the window blinding my sight.  As the stair case wraps around the light follows me no matter where I go.

He has found out I told on him.  They are his headlights shining in my eyes.  The light is so bright that I become lucid.  As I awake from within the dream, I can see the man.  We seem to be standing in the annex of the dream as if the dream paused.  He is a handsome man with soft blond hair and a gentle gaze. He is now wearing a pale blue robe.  He looks at me and asks me to explain the billboards.  Why did I find them humorous?  Thinking this is not the wrath I expected to incur and knowing it is my moment to bring back something from this lucid state, I pause for a moment to look at the billboards a second time.  Knowing a test to do in a lucid state is to see if words make sense.  I can clearly see the words.  It is common English.  As I read them a second time they don’t seem to conjure up the humor they initially had.  I’m surprised the words actually make sense they just don’t happen to be humorous anymore.  I tell him although the words make sense this is not what I understood them to be.

I had a dream where I am at work.  As in real life I have a shared office with two other co-workers.  In our office space there are over head speakers with music playing.  The music is so loud that it is getting on my nerves.  I look for the control pad to regulate the sound level but I can’t remember where the control pad is.  I also can’t remember who our administrative assistant is. 

I finally send a broadcast message out to everyone letting them know that I am annoyed by the sound but no one in the office can remember where the control pad is.  To compensate for this issue I’m told that I will be given a private office space with no over head speakers.  The new office space is much nicer and private with windows and a frosted glass door. 

I begin moving my belongings and notice that the previous occupant left some of his belongings behind namely two leather belts and a wallet.  Both belts are too big for me but the wallet is perfect.  Not only that the wallet has a wad of cash still in it.  What a find I’m thinking to myself.  You always inherit the things left behind by the previous occupant.  The office space has been vacant for some time so I think I can keep the wallet and the money.  Before I have time to count the cash, I hear my co-worker coming down the hall to see my new space.  I quickly hide the wallet under a pair of jeans that are sitting on a bookshelf. 

My co-worker walks in and remarks how cheerful my new space is.  She also tells me that she is very content with her current office space.  She likes the view out her window.  I’m eager for her to leave so that I can know exactly how much money is in the wallet.

Last night I had a dream. This dream had a very cosmic ring to it. You could almost hear the chimes in the background. I am to meet with my life coach about my assignment on Earth. I arrive early for our meeting at his office but he is not present yet. On his desk I see my file with my name clearly written on it. As I sit down I reach over to take a peek at the contents of the file. The entire file is in French. At this moment the thoughts in my head shift to French. They are slow in coming. I feel awkward and very uneasy. I can no longer think in English. I realize I will be expected to conduct the rest of my life in French.

My coach then walks in the door. He welcomes me in French and begins a long series of instructions all in French regarding my next assignment. As if he can read my mind he acknowledges my awareness of the contents of my file, my new assignment and my unease. He says this entails a major shift in my life but one that he is confident I will easily readjust to. I am feeling totally unprepared and unable to express myself.

I had a dream where I am with a group of people who I work closely with.  I am complaining about the working conditions and trying to advocate for radical change.  I don’t think it should matter what people wear to work.  To test me and my conviction for change the women of the group begin coming to work half dressed without their underwear.  They are completely naked from the waist down. 

There is a part of me that wants to accept the new conditions because it means a sense of freedom I have longed for yet there is another part of me who wants to look away.  How do you pretend to avoid looking at the beaver and not give away my level of discomfort?  To push my limits, more of the women start to come around me flagrantly expressing their beavers.  I become so uncomfortable I literally have to do my breathing exercise.  Can I withstand the new terms of conditions which I am wholly responsible to advocating.  Is this more than I bargained for?

I had a dream where I am attending the university with a bunch of my engineering student friends.  It is a university I attended previously because I am familiar with the location of all the classes and the names of the many buildings.  There is a great sense of camaraderie here among the guys.  There is a social group I belong to which is not part of the engineering curriculum but is geared toward developing one’s spiritual awareness.  We go off on an adventure along a river bank where we are instructed to catch the tiny little fish that live in the stream and eat them.  The fish are so tiny they are almost transparent and to my surprise they are incredibly tasty; a true delicacy.

Later when we return to classes I suspect something is different about me.  I am changed in some way from the inside. I decide to urinate and capture my urine in the trough where I can examine the urine to see what is inside me and maybe get an idea of what has changed.  The feeling is intuitive without knowing for sure I simply sense it.  In my urine I find the tiny fish I ate earlier in the day which are not dead but very much alive and thriving in my body.  They are multiplying and growing.  I can actually see them swimming in this pond that is my urine.

Scared … I run to tell one of my classmates and the professor.  Instead I run across my best friend Dinah.  I tell her what is happening to me.  She is incredulous and does not want to believe me.  Thinking I might have been imagining it, I go back to the trough where I captured my urine.  My urine is still there but it has begun to evaporate.  The fish are getting larger and their environment is getting smaller.  I suspect the fish are consuming the nutrients in my urine because they are now very large and no longer transparent.  They have given up their transparency for a beautiful silver coating. 

I know what I am seeing in this trough is a reflection of what is within me.  Fish must be growing in me. My dilemma is how do I get them out?  There is almost little  urine left for them to live in and feed on. 

A thought comes to my mind; how nice would it be to capture the fish and put them in my aquarium.  I then have a second thought; considering how prolific they are they would soon over run my tank.  As I reach down into the trough, one of the fish jumps on me in an attempt to escape his diminishing world.  This fish has the ability to suckle on me making it almost impossible for me to rid myself of it.  I’m distressed.  I want to be free of the fish inside me but I also want to ensure their safety.