Happy New Year!!
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This time of year always seems to bring out the dreams, in me. I’m a wild,lucid dreamer,in general, but long, cold nights just intensify the experience. I’m not sure if this is the cause, but since this new tattoo started going through the insanely, itchy healing phase. My dreams have been, interesting and more vivid than usual. All of them have the same theme of me, trying to do something or get somewhere. You know the one. Where people and obstacles keep getting in your way, as the frustration builds.
My favorite is the first in this series. I was working at a new studio and it was my first day. My client, Margaret, was an elderly woman and a regular at the shop. I was looking over her paperwork and where it asked for the recent issue/problem. She wrote ‘Mary isn’t here.’ Three times. People say you can’t read in dreams. I call bullshit, because I’ve done it, many times and this was very clear.
I asked the other therapists and receptionist about this and they all seemed very unconcerned. “Oh, Mary was her friend. They were inseparable since childhood. Even after marrying and having families. They used to come in together, once a month, but Mary passed away recently.” I was stunned by the lack of caring in these people. I knew that Margaret needed more than a massage. This woman had a hole in her heart and was in need of some compassion. She wasn’t going to get any from the people around me. I turned to attend to Margaret and was overcome by an obstacle coarse of paperwork, nosy therapists, a change of location, and all the while I see Margaret. Moving farther and farther away from me. When my frustration level reaches a certain point. That’s when the lucidity kicks in. I parted the sea of red tape and ended up sitting on a swing, next to Margaret, at the park next door to the studio. Where she told me stories of her deep friendship and adventures with Mary. It was a very healing experience, for both of us.
Next night, I was at someone’s house, who I had never met before. A friend of a friend who needed help, redoing his kitchen floor. I had a few hours, before work and volunteered what help I could offer. Well, the guys talked and discussed what needed to be done for so long that by the time they figured out what to do. It was time for me to head to work. This of course got the guy all kinds of butt hurt and me, more than a little miffed. I had told him I only a few hours to spare and I would have been free labor, had he been organized. This went over as well as a turd in a punch bowl. I tried to leave and this ingrate kept holding me up. He hid my shoes, locked the door and was trying to take my keys. I was worried I’d be late for work and/or fired. Then, Bill Hicks appeared, told me I was dreaming and asked if I wanted to go outside and smoke with him. Hell yeah!
Aw, crap! The itch is fading and so are the dreams. Last night brought about a strange, vivid and brief dream. Imagine Geiger’s Alien crossed with the plant from Little Shop of Horrors. It was the size of a large dog and yes, it did a hilarious, song and dance number. I’m still shaking my head on that one..