dream journal

In my dream my step dad and I are looking out the back window of a house at a bucolic pond in the backyard. Suddenly a geyser explodes in the middle of the pond, spewing a column of what I think is oil, as in, black gold, texas tea....my thought is "we've struck oil!" but then the brown starts to hit the house, big globs of it splattering the windows and we can hear it raining down on the roof. It's not oil. It's shit and I'm wondering how we're going to clean it off with just a garden hose.

Also in this dream I am looking for a place to meet Chris and Jess for lunch. I stop at a roadside diner and walk through room after room of homemade pies and breads and rolls. Two girls with dogs are being rough with their animals, one of which is a puppy who doesn't understand what it is expected of him and the girl with his leash is impatient with him.

At the 2 Oak Road house in Santa Cruz I have been visiting and it's time to leave but I see I've left a bead mess that needs to be picked up off the floor...I don't have time to organize it and it's a chaotic mess. This seems to be a recurring theme for me. Often I am leaving one place and don't have time to pack my bags which causes anxiety and stress. I also know I am supposed to make sandwiches for the road trip but haven't gotten to the store for cold cuts. Under the sink in the kitchen are several open bags of bread and hot dog rolls, getting stale. I think it's a strange place to put the bread.

Down the long hall I realize room mates are sleeping in the bedrooms, men I don't know but I'm concerned that I've disturbed them. A dog follows me from the hall and I close the door. This is when I look out the back window at the pond with my step dad next to me.

2012

After the Gold Rush
"I dreamed I saw the silver space ship flying
in the yellow haze of the sun,
there were children crying and
colors flying all around the chosen ones."
Neil Young

Will you be a chosen one?

Ritual of Faith

A five hundred year old ritual documents Muslim men throwing an infant off of a holy tower.

I find this ritual to be an exquisite symbolic ritual of faith and letting go. Viewed through the lens of Western Judeo Christian culture I can imagine that this image is deeply upsetting, but through the lens of a faith like Islam, which is based in a deep devotion and obedience to God/Allah, I have great respect for this ritual of faith.

What saddens me most is the absence of women and mothers in the crowd gathered to witness and receive a baby descending from the heavens. This leads me to ruminate on the lack feminine empowerment in the Muslim culture. My hope is that the prayers of the mothers of these babies are sufficient enough to sustain them.

May we all know peace and well being, faith and tolerance.
May peace prevail on earth.