(no subject)
The fun and games are over.. time to get serious.
I’m on a highway.
4 lanes, high speeds, large trucks.
Though it was built up from smaller lanes, slower speeds, little traffic.
In the beginning I was walking on foot with another person. We were discussing traveling together in a day or two.
As we are walking and chatting I started moving faster, as if there were wheels attached to my feet. Or I was morphing into light traveling through a pathway.
I start building up speed... im riding now on my ass through traffic. I keep to the farthest left lane, as traffic builds up to heavy trucks and faster speeds.. im weaving in and out of traffic. I start waving a piece of cardboard I was riding on at the traffic so they can see I am below them.. I start to panic slightly, moreso overly cautious,
Traffic starts moving faster and heavier. im suddenly lodged between two trucks front to back. In front of me is an old indian woman.
The line between her being old or young is blurred to me. She seems to be both. She is dressed in a turquoise sari, adorned with bhindi, coca, bali, and bangles. She is traveling like myself only she has attached herself to the back of one trucks bumper to stay within the traffics flow. (a safer way to travel?) We do not speak the same language though we understand each other well through gestures. she is gesturing to me that I too should travel this way its safer.. I know instinctively that she is a cello player, then she telepathically communicates to me that she is late to the symphony and she is the conductor of the night. Traffic starts to pick up again. She pulls me close to her so we are traveling somewhat as one.
I gesture to her that I like her bhindi, coca, et al. she started speaking to me in hindi or some ancient language. I tell her I understand only few words. Traffic picks up even faster.. She pulls me closer to her so we can travel as one being.
Suddenly she latches her mouth over my chest and begins sucking out energy with force. I remain clear, it feels strange but not painful, suddenly I come to my senses and push her off of me with aggression. A man (traveling with the woman, whom I haven’t yet noticed) is slightly shocked and angry. He starts scolding the woman, saying to her "YOU KNOW YOU HAVE TO GIVE BACK NOW"
I look at her; she looks like she's had a drink of water after being thirsty for a long time. Her eyes are brighter, she looks more youthful. but she also reminds me of a vampire. A strong sense to protect myself comes over me and I jump upon her and hold her down with much force. Ive wrestled her to the ground and I lay upon her, shaking and hitting her. I turn to the man and say "what do I do to get it back?! she took something from me?? didnt she?! What did she do to me?!" I start mimicking her by preparing myself to do what she had done to me. The man takes notice and begins telling me about the color of energies.. blues, yellows (only two I now remember) he says are positive. that’s what you want. When I glance at her I now see the colors within her. At this point I don’t know what to do.
I’m confused, scared, angry. I start slapping and hitting the woman.
She becomes lifeless.
Compassion sweeps over me and im still holding her down.
Realization of unnecessary abuse. ive bruised her quite a bit.
now I hold her in my arms and say im sorry.. I was angry.
understand its for a greater purpose, would have helped if she asked my permission.
but im still lightly ever so shaking her...
as I pull her close to me for an embrace..
it is now only her clothes.
DREAM
Thursday, February 17, 2005
I’m on a highway.
4 lanes, high speeds, large trucks.
Though it was built up from smaller lanes, slower speeds, little traffic.
In the beginning I was walking on foot with another person. We were discussing traveling together in a day or two.
As we are walking and chatting I started moving faster, as if there were wheels attached to my feet. Or I was morphing into light traveling through a pathway.
I start building up speed... im riding now on my ass through traffic. I keep to the farthest left lane, as traffic builds up to heavy trucks and faster speeds.. im weaving in and out of traffic. I start waving a piece of cardboard I was riding on at the traffic so they can see I am below them.. I start to panic slightly, moreso overly cautious,
Traffic starts moving faster and heavier. im suddenly lodged between two trucks front to back. In front of me is an old indian woman.
The line between her being old or young is blurred to me. She seems to be both. She is dressed in a turquoise sari, adorned with bhindi, coca, bali, and bangles. She is traveling like myself only she has attached herself to the back of one trucks bumper to stay within the traffics flow. (a safer way to travel?) We do not speak the same language though we understand each other well through gestures. she is gesturing to me that I too should travel this way its safer.. I know instinctively that she is a cello player, then she telepathically communicates to me that she is late to the symphony and she is the conductor of the night. Traffic starts to pick up again. She pulls me close to her so we are traveling somewhat as one.
I gesture to her that I like her bhindi, coca, et al. she started speaking to me in hindi or some ancient language. I tell her I understand only few words. Traffic picks up even faster.. She pulls me closer to her so we can travel as one being.
Suddenly she latches her mouth over my chest and begins sucking out energy with force. I remain clear, it feels strange but not painful, suddenly I come to my senses and push her off of me with aggression. A man (traveling with the woman, whom I haven’t yet noticed) is slightly shocked and angry. He starts scolding the woman, saying to her "YOU KNOW YOU HAVE TO GIVE BACK NOW"
I look at her; she looks like she's had a drink of water after being thirsty for a long time. Her eyes are brighter, she looks more youthful. but she also reminds me of a vampire. A strong sense to protect myself comes over me and I jump upon her and hold her down with much force. Ive wrestled her to the ground and I lay upon her, shaking and hitting her. I turn to the man and say "what do I do to get it back?! she took something from me?? didnt she?! What did she do to me?!" I start mimicking her by preparing myself to do what she had done to me. The man takes notice and begins telling me about the color of energies.. blues, yellows (only two I now remember) he says are positive. that’s what you want. When I glance at her I now see the colors within her. At this point I don’t know what to do.
I’m confused, scared, angry. I start slapping and hitting the woman.
She becomes lifeless.
Compassion sweeps over me and im still holding her down.
Realization of unnecessary abuse. ive bruised her quite a bit.
now I hold her in my arms and say im sorry.. I was angry.
understand its for a greater purpose, would have helped if she asked my permission.
but im still lightly ever so shaking her...
as I pull her close to me for an embrace..
it is now only her clothes.
DREAM
Thursday, February 17, 2005