Dream Theatre
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carmenbeaudryToday’s installment of Dream Theatre is dedicated to Hesperides, since she stars prominently in this episode.
Gwalchgwyn and I had picked you up at your house—note, not apt., house. I don’t have a memory of what it was like, but it was in Seattle, but a Seattle/Cap Hill that felt like Haight Asbury in the old days. Anyway, on the way to wherever we were going (never did get that), we stopped at Geraldine’s old shop in Tacoma (although it wasn’t in Tacoma, really) to get a few things. The woman running the shop wasn’t Geraldine but she knew you and when you went to pay for your purchase, told you, “these are from Richard” and proceeded to give you large bunches of the greenery that decorated the shop, especially the ivy. The ivy was important. (It was right after Yule, btw) Wade bought something printed; I think a calendar, not knowing that I was also making a purchase. When I went to pay for my myrrh oil, I was helped by a very young woman, who, before she would finish my purchase, took my into the back room, which became the living room of a large house that I know from my past. She proceeded to paint me a picture of a fairy/goddess figure in bright blues and reds which dried very fast. She told me that I needed to take it with me as a gift. Her husband came out of the back of the house at that point and greeted me. I didn't recognize her, but he was one of the guys from Pete's old coven, back in the Beltane Herbs days.
This is where I awoke. Now, I got home from Crown last night about 7, and was in bed by 8 because I felt horrible—very tired, feverish, sun burnt, so this type of lucid dreaming isn’t’ unexpected. However, it felt very important to write this down, and to communicate it. My first thought was that it needed to go into LJ, and when I started to just email it instead, that felt wrong, so perhaps someone other than the participants is supposed to read this.
Ok, it’s written down. It’s communicated. Can I go back to sleep now?
Gwalchgwyn and I had picked you up at your house—note, not apt., house. I don’t have a memory of what it was like, but it was in Seattle, but a Seattle/Cap Hill that felt like Haight Asbury in the old days. Anyway, on the way to wherever we were going (never did get that), we stopped at Geraldine’s old shop in Tacoma (although it wasn’t in Tacoma, really) to get a few things. The woman running the shop wasn’t Geraldine but she knew you and when you went to pay for your purchase, told you, “these are from Richard” and proceeded to give you large bunches of the greenery that decorated the shop, especially the ivy. The ivy was important. (It was right after Yule, btw) Wade bought something printed; I think a calendar, not knowing that I was also making a purchase. When I went to pay for my myrrh oil, I was helped by a very young woman, who, before she would finish my purchase, took my into the back room, which became the living room of a large house that I know from my past. She proceeded to paint me a picture of a fairy/goddess figure in bright blues and reds which dried very fast. She told me that I needed to take it with me as a gift. Her husband came out of the back of the house at that point and greeted me. I didn't recognize her, but he was one of the guys from Pete's old coven, back in the Beltane Herbs days.
This is where I awoke. Now, I got home from Crown last night about 7, and was in bed by 8 because I felt horrible—very tired, feverish, sun burnt, so this type of lucid dreaming isn’t’ unexpected. However, it felt very important to write this down, and to communicate it. My first thought was that it needed to go into LJ, and when I started to just email it instead, that felt wrong, so perhaps someone other than the participants is supposed to read this.
Ok, it’s written down. It’s communicated. Can I go back to sleep now?
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Date: 2006-05-22 08:10 pm (UTC)I have been pondering your dream since I read it in your Email this morning, and now as I read it here. It poked me. It really poked me hard, and I'm feeling all antsy... I will meditate and see what I can sort from it, and call you if it's indicated, but something feels of significant importance.
One point of clarification... Richard being our departed Mr. Stierhl, Hairy's roomie, not one of our other Richards?
Also, the ivy screams "pay attention to me", as does the Myrrh oil... was there any other detail you can remember? The house in my dream was Alex & Mark Heuke's old house, the one where the boys got caught boinking in Alex's coffin during the birthday party...
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Date: 2006-05-22 08:32 pm (UTC)Nothing else seemed to be of terrible significance, except what I've listedand thatI not only told you, but posted it in LJas well.
Hmmmmmmmmm.
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Date: 2006-05-22 11:49 pm (UTC)saith Wynken, Blynken, and Nod...
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