Saturday, May 1, 2004

Dream: Mean, Lean, Limo Machines . . .
Part I: Last night, there were these extremely evil black spirits swirling amongst us in space. We were not in human form. We all swirled past the same black, perilous sinkholes that had the power to suck us into them. Almost like hidden icebergs at sea.
We saw others fall into them . . . some survived . . . but were weaker, when they came back to our plain. We were glad when we realized that those major evil beings, or creatures all fell into the crevices and were gone. We were free, or at least we would not fall into the black holes, now that the black creatures were gone.
Note: Almost as if they were a 'sacrifice' to some god or gods, providing us safety.

Part II: We had a brand new stretch limo. And I mean S-T-R-E-T-C-H - sixty feet long! A gleaming platinum plated groundship on wheels. It was radiating a pastel pink-ish-lilac-lavendar aura. It was the most beautiful and sleek vehicle in existence. I took the remote control and pushed the button, and the roof slid up, over it and the engine silently purred/ hummed, as if it were nuclear powered, and it began to accelerate!
Inside, we sat on luxurious leather sofas, and were aware of how priceless our limo was! We 'became' what we were riding in! There was a special TV inside. It was also over-sized and state-of-the-art. It was visible to the folks on the outside, who stared and gazed at us.
I was also aware of how hard it would be to travel in anything less, now that we were accustomed to THIS!
Part III: There was an elite group of ultra hot, beautiful mega-models. They posessed magic powers of enchantment. I saw that my mother was with them. As if she were their 'leader'. There was one other, who stood out. She was dressed in an ultra-tight dress with shimmering legs. She was more beautiful and glamorous than anything human. Almost like a goddess, or an angel.
They were competing with the glamour of our car. I was aware of their trying to outdo us, but it did not bother or affect me, in the least. Even 10-million angels couldn't cast a shadow on the aura of this car!
Then the women started chanting and dancing around, arms intwined, in a circular pattern. Maybe trying to cast a spell? Well, whatever it was, it annoyed me enough to go over to the most beautiful one and start yelling in her ear. Syllables, or words, over and over, to drown out their chanting, - interrupting their 'chain' of tought or control. It worked. We began hitting them with these boards, until they stopped chanting and swirling. We didn't 'hurt' them, but they stopped.
While we were in the limo, I remember Belinda appearing, out of the blue, wearing a business suit. She was on her cell phone. She hung up and said to me: "You will be getting a call from our Madison Ave offices - they want to sign your book deal!" - Then I woke up.
Later in the morning: I heard two voices say "There was no single winner in the powerball today."

When I was half-awake, after trying to write the above stuff down, I was aware of a pale-green, patina shape, forming a consistency around my head, as if it were a magnetic field. It half-solidified, to the consistency of divinity or soft candy, and the shape kept shifting as it formed swirling patterns making a sort-of elongated hood over and around my head, sort of like a figure eight. One end was more pointed, the other was brouder around.

That is all.