Sunday, October 30, 2011

The Mountain Lion and the tranquilizer dart

  A mountain lion was loose and appeared in the front yard.  The authorities were chasing it trying to capture or kill it.   The lion attempted to crash through our front door, eventually breaking the glass all over.  
I positioned myself there to protect my children, thinking the lion wouldn't want to tangle with someone my size. I stood there and used all my weight to push the lion back out the door with a quick movement that I had just learned from Aikido.  As I did that, a tranquilizer dart that was intended for the lion hit me in the shoulder area just above the left breast. 

 Within a few seconds, I was down and drowsy.  they were able to get the lion down at the same time.  I passed out for a few minutes, so I didn't see how they took care of the lion.  when I awakened, all were gone.  I felt awful and had a painful area where the dart had entered. 
 I wondered why they had just ignored me.
  Didn't I need medical attention? 
 I felt I should go to a hospital for treatment.  At the next scene, I was at a mall, asking people to please find me the phone for the Ogden Regional.  I knew our insurance didn't cover McKay Dee.  Eventually, someone offered to take me to a hospital, where I was put in a bed, treated and put on an IV.  I still couldn't figure out why everyone had ignored me and wasn't concerned about my condition. 

October 28, 2011 

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Hidden caverns in the basement & Brandon rescuing me

 Began with investigating why we had a constant flood in our "basement".  the house was some combination of our Morgan house with this one, with some options of neither.  Brandon was helping investigate.  We first looked at the drainage system, which seemed to be constantly overflowing.  Brandon did some sort of adjustment which opened up underground levels which we had been unaware for more than decades.  The first level was dark and rocky.  As I investigated, I became stranded on a rocky ledge above huge caverns.  Brandon had to rescue me and show me the way out.  He also pointed out there was another level accessed with a slightly spiraling rock and dirt staircase.  We turned on the lighting system and lo, there were toys, baby things, cribs and especially sewing machines of all sorts, seemingly my mother's old ones, every old one, I ever could imagined and stacks of sewing supplies, pins, needles, thread by the cartload.  My thought, was "I have been buying all this new sewing stuff, when all this was stashed away and I had forgotten about it".  The stuff did not seem dirty or moldy or cobwebby, but nearly new, even though it had been put away down there in the glorified crawl space.  It seemed vaguely like a dream. I "floated" above the stuff, examining it.  Once down there, I negotiated my way back "up", carefully noting the path, so I could return.  My intention was to bring some people back to show them.
(September 5, 2011)

Friday, October 28, 2011

Moving Again and Lucid Dream

This time we were in a "new" home to us and it became filled with all kinds of furniture and beds that I didn't recognize…I walked around saying, "where did this come from".  I thought of Bethany and her move, but it didn't seem like stuff that she would send.  I then asked someone where our TV was, as there was no TV.  Someone said it was moved to our bedroom, but then someone else said that Bob had gotten rid of it and given it to a hospital.  I was furious.  How dare he give away our TV without asking first!  There was nothing wrong with it and it hasn't been replaced.  At this point I became aware that this was probably a dream!  I dwelt in this awareness as I surveyed the surroundings taking in the detail of how the furniture was arranged.  Then, I thought if this is a dream, I can leave it.  I tried to stop it, but couldn't, so I thought, well, if I can't stop it, I will try to change it.  The only way I could change it was by moving myself, so I began walking, first leaving the house and going outside.  it seemed to be very cumbersome just walking, so I thought, I will just fly, so I levitated in the air and began soaring over the landscape, like in the movie Dinosaur.  I came to some very big and scary dinosaurs, so I just reached out my hand to them and willed them into cute, little cuddly creatures.

(May 27, 2011)

Monday, March 21, 2011

The Hotel complex and Gumdrop Clues

I was at a Hotel complex.  There was a filming crew taking video of the spectacular architecture and of the wedding facilities.  There were scenes of amazing meals and table settings.  The reason that I was there, was unclear.  There was a lower floor with “lockers” and safe deposit boxes in which our valuables were stored.  I had several (5, I think) boxes or lockers; each had a key and was associated with a color of gumdrop (which I had a bag of).  However, I got hungry and ate most of the gumdrops, thus “forgetting” which keys went where.  I was about ready to pop the last gumdrop, which was black, but then realized what I had done.  I believe one of the numbers was 364, which I kept getting mixed up with 964 and looking in the wrong area.  At one point, the crowds milling around there increased in number.  There was a reason that we could not leave-- no one had transportation.  I called my mom to pick me up with her car.  When people found out I had done that, they became angry because they didn’t have a similar option.
  I went down ½ floor to the boxes to retrieve my stuff, but the administrators had enforced a blackout “quiet time” so that people could catch up on their missed sleep.  I couldn’t find my stuff or my boxes again.  Finally, I was allowed to look and after much confusion about the numbers, I came across my “locker” and someone was already cleaning it out.  Yes, we did have locker partners and I allowed her to finish cleaning her stuff out and then I realized that it WAS NOT my locker.  More frustration.  On the main mezzanine floor, there was a weird flood of thick multicolored substance.  I walked past one of the displays that used to be a tall wedding cake.  Now it had toppled into pieces that people were scrounging to recover.  I kept waiting to be “rescued” by my mom, but woke up before that happened.  In the mean time, I was being entreated to rescue others from the perceived, but nebulous threat.

Friday, February 18, 2011

The Church Barn Activity and World War III begins...

I was at some sort of church activity.   I was doing some EFT and life coaching on some people who were upset and arguing with their spouses. As I was was trying to get to the root of the upsets,  the leaders asked us to congregate in a large area kind of like the barns at the State fair. People are on their cell phones, I-phones watching the news.  Then, it is announced by the leaders that THE world wide war has begun and it is not safe for us to leave these premises as there are fires everywhere.  That doesn’t make sense to me or to many others because they want to go home.  For some reason we can’t get to cars or parking lot, so I leave the barn through a side door along with other people who have the same idea to walk home. I am glad I always wear shoes I can walk in.  As I leave, I try to contact Bob, who is not with me.  The cell phones have now gone down.  They turn on, but old fashioned symbols/words appear, but no way to get coverage or make calls, no internet or satellite access.  As I walk and attempt to use my phone, I lament….I wish we had  “walkie talkies” and/or a battery operated communication radio.  My mind went over all the preparations I WISH I had made. (not sure WHAT they were, just that I wish I had made them). I was anxious to get home to the horses.  At that point I woke up and realized it was a dream.  

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

The Half Cats and Bad Rap

The only image I remember from a series of dreams is of Cider getting caught in a door and cut in half.  Once over the initial horror, we watched as each lengthwise half morphed into a live “half cat”.  weird, but now we had two strange physically handicapped cats.  Just as I was waking around 4, I was given the name “Bad Rap” and shown the image of a Raptor as an action figure, stuffed animal and star of a movie.  The name had meanings on several levels.  First, he was given a  Bad Rap because of the reputation of raptors from Jurassic Park.  Second, he was a Bad Rap, meaning he was a Good Rap.  Sure, he was carnivorous, and ate meat, but he tried not to eat his friends or humans.

(Jan. 8, 2011) 

(I looked up Bad Rap on the internet and came up with a Pit Bull Rescue Group and a dinosaur name from a series called Extreme Dinosaurs.“Bad Rap: the orange, striped leader of the Raptors, who has a metal brace-like device attached to his mouth (and, briefly, a weapon on one hand that can dissolve solid matter effortlessly). His goal is to permanently alter the Earth's biosphere to closely resemble the Mesozoic“. )