Date: Sat, 17 Jan 2004 06:33:33 -0800 (PST)
Subject: Re: Dreamtides . . .
To: Spencer
. . . Last night, many interesting dreams, just before I awoke with an allergy attack. (Grey Tide?) A couple of recurring themes - coming into great prosperity, by way of finding, or acquiring things. Another brilliant, shiny gem - in the shape of a glass box. It changed my life.
Then, I did battle in this other 'realm' - going back and forth, multiple times, bringing new strategy to the field, out there, somewhere. There was a woman here. I needed to go back and forth until I got it right, and finally I did. It was necessary to become "we" with her. Perfect unity. When I came back, here, we were perfectly in harmony. Whatever I did, while I was over on the other plane, it was correct. She was a soulmate, or my twin, or something like that. . . The End
. . . Email Contents:
Did you see all the antics by Michael Jackson, yesterday? I was getting nausious.(sp?) The tiny town of Santa Maria (conception town of yours truly) was turned upside down, by the little freakster. He was 20 minutes late for court, to start with. He was outside directing his videographer, and strolling thru the crowd, touching people's fingers and flashing his infamous peace sign, like a Saturday stroll thru the park. Apparently unaware that he is facing very serious charges. Totally out of control of his attorneys. Most attorneys will tell you they have never once showed up late for court in all their years.
He is now affiliated with the Nation of Islam - mistake #2. And his attorney was saying very stupid things, for that level of counsel. Mistake #3. i.e. - about how "ill-prepared the town was for his arrival. How the unexpected and impromptu crowds just happened to appear from nowhere. (The Jackson camp was bussing people in from at least 4 different locations, as far away as Vegas - and advertising the pickup locations all over his websites, I discovered.)
http://reuters.com - may still have the clip of him hopping up on top of the SUV and dancing, with his little umbrella, and his black thug videographer, after his court appearance. (Apparently his arm is healed.) All these stupid black people singing the "Overcome" song and carrying signs, like they know him, or like they even have one minutia of knowledge about anything going on with the case. Please! He had a huge party at Neverland for oh - 500 - 600 people were invited, after court. Probably bussed in from the Kmart in LA, where many began the day's festivities. He has moved to Beverly, btw. Surprise surprise.
Saturday, January 17, 2004
Monday, January 05, 2004
Date: Mon, 5 Jan 2004 09:28:57 -0800 (PST)
I was in a dream - scurrying about a small airport terminal, as I'd checked in too early,
and they weren't ready for me. I went to the washroom, and I leaked pee on my white jeans. There was a separate turnstyle line for towels and water, of course. Hahah! Some lady there was running around what looked like a miniature golf course layout with a toy bunny on a stick which a toy cat chased! I told her it was nice, but I had a flight to catch. I finally
skipped the whole thing and ran back out to the main area.
I was chewing a wad of bubble gum and it began to clump in my mouth and was sticking to my teeth and lips. I was following two men around the lines of people, to get past them and get to the boarding pass counter. I stopped to scrape the gum off my face, and told one of the guys, "I cannot chew gum, but it's better than smoking." He agreed.
As we were going thru the last turnstyle, I noticed this guy was a bear, as he began to change his T-shirt, in line. He had fur on his shoulders, but not a lot elsewhere. I found it sort of attractive, but only slightly so. We were in plenty of time for our flight, but I woke up just then. . . The End
. . . In same email to Spencer:
I hope you connect with that Michael. If he's like
most of the behrs, he'll need you to lead him around
and make all the decisions for him. Then whine and
bitch when he doesn't like something. Which will turn
out to be most EVERYthing in the world except broadway
music and fattening foods! HAHAHAH! But then, ya
never know????? He's certainly willing to make a
connect! That's a good sign. Or a bad sign, Dohhh!
Puss puss cuddled with me all night, so maybe she
was giving me a dream about you - connecting with your
behr, at long last, and it had a happy ending, as most
of my dreams do.
I was in a dream - scurrying about a small airport terminal, as I'd checked in too early,
and they weren't ready for me. I went to the washroom, and I leaked pee on my white jeans. There was a separate turnstyle line for towels and water, of course. Hahah! Some lady there was running around what looked like a miniature golf course layout with a toy bunny on a stick which a toy cat chased! I told her it was nice, but I had a flight to catch. I finally
skipped the whole thing and ran back out to the main area.
I was chewing a wad of bubble gum and it began to clump in my mouth and was sticking to my teeth and lips. I was following two men around the lines of people, to get past them and get to the boarding pass counter. I stopped to scrape the gum off my face, and told one of the guys, "I cannot chew gum, but it's better than smoking." He agreed.
As we were going thru the last turnstyle, I noticed this guy was a bear, as he began to change his T-shirt, in line. He had fur on his shoulders, but not a lot elsewhere. I found it sort of attractive, but only slightly so. We were in plenty of time for our flight, but I woke up just then. . . The End
. . . In same email to Spencer:
I hope you connect with that Michael. If he's like
most of the behrs, he'll need you to lead him around
and make all the decisions for him. Then whine and
bitch when he doesn't like something. Which will turn
out to be most EVERYthing in the world except broadway
music and fattening foods! HAHAHAH! But then, ya
never know????? He's certainly willing to make a
connect! That's a good sign. Or a bad sign, Dohhh!
Puss puss cuddled with me all night, so maybe she
was giving me a dream about you - connecting with your
behr, at long last, and it had a happy ending, as most
of my dreams do.
Sunday, January 04, 2004
Gallery Opening Idea:
- Same theme as the Harry Potter windows at Marshall Field.
- It was at some Gallery 860(?) [Not sure where that is.]
- Out in the back garden of the gallery, have a setup similar to miniature golf. But, instead of clubs, just bullet stops with pop-up maps of Ryan's Mystical Journey and original artwork. Do a multi-media presentation.
- Same theme as the Harry Potter windows at Marshall Field.
- It was at some Gallery 860(?) [Not sure where that is.]
- Out in the back garden of the gallery, have a setup similar to miniature golf. But, instead of clubs, just bullet stops with pop-up maps of Ryan's Mystical Journey and original artwork. Do a multi-media presentation.
A Wednesday - Winter of 2004:
- A sort of fraternity or group was planning a big talent contest.
- We were making out the banner and putting the letters and flowers and hanging iton the wall. (It took up the entire left of the wall and had to be "hung" by professionals.)
- We were then out on the porch - when something like a gigantic magnetic wave went over the city. The lights flickered and all the power went out!
- I was concerned about a couple windows not being shut all the way.
- The guy there, said it was OK - but it was getting cold - with no heat!
- We couldn't do our show. So, to make money, they put on a 'Wrestle-mania" type of show.
- But, I had a music act and had to go on the road.
- I was getting ready to "go on" again. This time, I picked up my books and niticed they weren't children's music books. They were more like serious subject matter.
- 2 people (I recognized them) were standing, waiting to go on with me.
- I reached down to grab their (children's music) books - like Sunday School books, but I caught my mistake and said "I'm sorry - old habits!"
- They said "Oh, that's ok. Now you're doing the real service" - like preaching the main sermon - or maybe giving the main music performance - but we both knew it was bigger than a Sunday School class.
- My old co-worker, Annette Macdonald (from Moore), was there discussing taking another week off work with me. Talking about how we were going to get the boss to go for it. One week for 4 months.
- A sort of fraternity or group was planning a big talent contest.
- We were making out the banner and putting the letters and flowers and hanging iton the wall. (It took up the entire left of the wall and had to be "hung" by professionals.)
- We were then out on the porch - when something like a gigantic magnetic wave went over the city. The lights flickered and all the power went out!
- I was concerned about a couple windows not being shut all the way.
- The guy there, said it was OK - but it was getting cold - with no heat!
- We couldn't do our show. So, to make money, they put on a 'Wrestle-mania" type of show.
- But, I had a music act and had to go on the road.
- I was getting ready to "go on" again. This time, I picked up my books and niticed they weren't children's music books. They were more like serious subject matter.
- 2 people (I recognized them) were standing, waiting to go on with me.
- I reached down to grab their (children's music) books - like Sunday School books, but I caught my mistake and said "I'm sorry - old habits!"
- They said "Oh, that's ok. Now you're doing the real service" - like preaching the main sermon - or maybe giving the main music performance - but we both knew it was bigger than a Sunday School class.
- My old co-worker, Annette Macdonald (from Moore), was there discussing taking another week off work with me. Talking about how we were going to get the boss to go for it. One week for 4 months.
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