Floating the Day Away...

Dreams: the week of 5-19-08

On pages 20-21 of A New Earth, Eckhart Tolle states that the human race must evolve or they will die out. I had a dream about the human species evolving.

I was in a city which was under water. Every human around me was evolving into an aquatic human. My forearms were developing gauntlets, like what the arms of crabs and lobsters look like. At the elbow, I was told to apply a specific cream to keep the underside of the ridge from drying out. Many humans were developing gills and I was looking at one young man whose skin had become a mottled green and green/brown. There was a door of water, a portal, where if you stepped through the door, you would be in the ocean and those that entered could breath water as fish could. Then they could come back into the air if they wanted. We had all become hybrids.

I feel that this happened because the earth became flooded after the big quake. The humans evolved to survive their new environments. Practically just like WaterWorld.


This was so real. I was in the back of a car with someone with the top down. It was night. I wasn't driving, though the car was moving. I looked behind me and I saw the trees moving! Real Dryads! ENTS! I saw the strong and powerful Oak. He had a broad chest and powerful muscles with the branches sprouting from the tops of his shoulders and head. I saw other tall Dryads moving across the road. I exclaimed “LOOK! It's real Dryads! They're letting me see them! OMG! They're ENTS!” The muscular Dryad (possibly an Oak) came up to me and said some words to me, something to the effect that I was doing well as a young Ent. He took my hand. His felt warm and smooth like smooth bark or firm paper over soft flesh. It was amazing.


When I fell asleep in the bathtub, I had an erotic dream with a fantastically gorgeous man. He actually found me enormously attractive even though I was naked. I was splayed out in the tub, and he came into the room. I pretended I was asleep. He ran his hands over my arms and fingers, then got into the tub with me. I opened my eyes in amazement. He sat down and slouched down in the water, raising the water almost to the brink. I was shocked. “We both fit in here.” Our bodies were entertwined, me not knowing where each body ended and began. All I could do was stare in his eyes.


There was one part where I lived in a house in the forest and there was a population of little people working as what could only be determined as slaves. And when I say little, I mean LITTLE, like gnome size. There was practically a city of these little people living and working around the house, taking care of all the mundane things, like washing and cleaning and ground maintenance. Except that the main occupants of the house and the surrounding village treated them like crap, like they didn't even exist as valuable individuals. I witnessed the little people start to rally and protest. I got behind them 100%. I was all for the little guys. Always support the oppressed! I remember one of them wanting to hop up to my shoulder to talk to me in my ear (the best way to hear them). But for some reason, as he was hopping up, he was only the size of a flea. I couldn't even see him except as a flea-like dot hopping up my chest. The End.


Today, I dreamt I was in a woods near the beach. It was swarmed with college age kids. They were lighting off fireworks and setting things on fire. I was trying to get out of there as fast as I could on a bicycle. I was just aghast that they were putting the woods in danger like that. Then some of the boys tried to block my way. They were trying to put a sticker on me that would light on fire when activated. I was freaking out. Firecrackers were going off at my feet, assholes were trying to set me on fire. I finally made it out of the woods and got the sticker off me. I was backpedaling on my bicycle as fast as I could. I went straight to the sheriff's office to report all of them. There was more, but thinking back on it now, I realize that my worst fears right now is the fear of getting burned again by a man. I am afraid of all these fucking immature assholes who don't know how to treat a woman (woods) and all they want to do is just think of themselves and getting their rocks off (fireworks) no matter how they hurt whoever gets in their way (woods, me). There was a good part to the dream. I had a sensei. Everyone thought he was dead, but when I showed up, he revived. There was a message in the sunday comics in asian characters. I woke up before my sensei could tell me what it meant.

going to bed now. will let you know how I dream.

I had telekinesis and could fly.

first, I showed my mom that I could instantly clean my room. My energy works through my hands. I concentrated on the shoes on the ground, lifted them up, and moved them towards the closet, and they automatically arranged themselves nicely on the wall. Then I used my powers to clean up the closet/bathroom, reconnecting the toilet to the plumbing, cleaning all the muck and grime, re-calibrating everything and fixing the computer diagnostic systems. I didn't actually know how to do all that. I just concentrated on the end result, and it all did it for me.

Then, later on in the dream, I was fighting bad guys again. This was a long and drawn out sequence that I can't really get into details about because there was too much, but I was protecting children and townsfolk from invading forces bent on capturing everyone and taking over. I used my powers to keep them back and to use their weapons against them. The scenario probably lasted about an hour realtime. My dreams sure do make good movies.

...and oh the dreams I had.

a. There was a conspiracy in the casino and there was a race to see who could find the hidden money first.
(scene from Las Vegas the tv show)

b. I was driving a bus and we parked outside a residence. A lot of old people came out. I was sitting for a while and I heard something behind me. One of the old people had fallen asleep on the way over and just woke up and started getting off the bus. He thanked me for waiting for him. He had a hard time walking, he had 2 canes. All of his friends came up to the stairwell offering to help him down the stairs. He was so grateful. One even offered to carry him on his back, but he was old too and the man declined. He was proud. he made his way down the stairs, kind of stumbled on the ground and just lay there being happy surrounded by his friends. One person was talking to owner of the house, and it was Moby, but he had hair! A full head of hair. I moved over to say hi. I say moved over because I was in I guess what you could call a cherry picker crane. I could move all around in my seat, so I lowered myself over to him saying, "Hey! You have hair! I just noticed that. Well, actually, I knew it before, but I'm just saying something now." We chatted. It was nice.

c. I was in my apartment (not mine but it was supposed to be mine). A large box was next to me with images and writing on it. The eyes of the man on the box started looking around and the image came to life. Then the box came to life. It started unfolding and transforming and the words started moving. I was looking at it from the front thinking that someone was moving it from behind, but then I got out of the way and looked around the side and there wasn't. It was sensient and started taking materials and transformed into a sewing machine type thing. it was using my dining table and metal sewing arms were jutting up through the bottom to make the sewing stitches. It was embroidering words and images. At one point I asked it to be careful because it was piercing the top of the table and it got stuck once. It answered back in a male child's voice. When it was done, it was a long, oval shaped heavy quilt with words on it. A blond woman was there now. She said I should use it as a rug until it's needed for magickal workings.

heading home with Laura, getting caught in multiple tornadoes, tree lines exploding beneath me, earthquakes causing fault lines to appear in front of our walking ridge and having to jump over them, people burning hate signs over the small cave that was my dwelling. Being with undercover policemen and the man I love getting shot in the gut in front of me by an old woman, having to call 911 and saying officer down.

And other lovely stuff like that.

sigh.

Would someone like to tell me why I've been dreaming about fighting zombies every time I close my eyes for the past 3 days now? HMMMM?????

I dreamt of slugs last night. I was getting up for work. My alarm clock said 5:30 am, but the sun was already up and every other clock in the vicinity said it was 7. Mike was still at home and he was complaining to me that I had turned the tv off wrong last night. I got my things together, worried about having to call in to work that I was late. I almost couldn't find my phone. I got my shoes on and went downstairs. Shannon was there and she was asking what Mike was all upset about. I told her that I only used one remote to turn off the tv. All you have to do is hit the tv button and then the satellite button and that's it. She didn't understand why he was upset either. We went outside.

She called to me and said, "Hey, look at this." She had found a trail of slugs crawling up the support post up to the balcony outside of my room. I said, "Get some salt." She said, "No, you're supposed to eat them." I looked at her incredulously, though if you think about it, I have eaten escargot. The trails were entertwined with each other, there being about 5 slugs immediately noticeable. One had feelers out that looked like mini dishes; it was getting ready to mate.

There is more to the dream, involving a little boy making a mess in the kitchen, but I found the slug portion the most relevant, especially after looking up slug medicine. It spoke directly to events and feeling that have been happening in my life right now. Now all I have to do is work with the slug and incorporate it's wisdom into my life. I hope I am ready.

Slug's Medicine
A Slimey Spirit Animal

Slugs are gastropods and mollusks with a soft body and no shell, or only a rudimentary shell inside the body. The Slug spoken of here is the terrestrial slug, such as the banana slug or garden slug; not the Sea Slug, which would be looked at seperately. Slugs are hermaphroditic, and the gender-neutral pronouns "sie" and "hir" will be used for this page.

Slug is a very "mystical" sort of Spirit Animal. While animals like mountain lion or raccoon are very earth-based, Slug has a more ethereal quality to hir teachings. Slug leaves trails that are iridescent... seemingly magical. These trails are often interpretted to be signs and totems left by Slug, and can be interpretted. Slug is a great communicator, both mundane and spiritual. Slug is nocturnal and has ties with the moon.

Slug Medicine is in its most primal basic form that of a healer. Not too long ago, Native Americans used to let Banana Slug crawl around in their mouths when they had a toothache, because Slug's mucous is an anaesthetic. Slug's wisdom includes that of healing body, mind, and spirit, and represents the connections that must be healthy between these for overall well-being.

Slug can cling to glass, upside down, yet to the touch, the "slime" is slick and is used to rid hirself of gunk... like anything wet and sliming around in the leaves and dirt would collect. It just slides off of Slug (you can see it at the end of their tails sometimes). This is another part of Slug's wisdom -- letting go, or leaving behind the "junk" and garbage of life... rumors, bad feelings, stories, material ties, attachment and so on. Slug is of balance, represented by sticky mucous to help hir hold on when it is important -- a solid base -- versus slick slime to help hir shed the trivial things.

Slug is not very connected to the physical world. Slug may lose part of hir body during mating; this is for the continuation of the species and is not mourned (it does in fact help slugs in the long run). Slug sheds hirself of all material things. Sie eats on the move. Sie shelters wherever there may be shelter.

Slug's medicine also includes incredible strength. Particularly hidden strength. It may not seem like it, looking at that little squishy critter with no bones and only a rudimentary shell inside. But Slug is almost pure muscle. Sie moves by tiny ripples of those muscles. The foot muscles are the most evidence of this... you can see them moving watching a slug on a piece of glass, from underneath.

Slug also has the Wisdom of self-protection and hiding. Slug can pull hirself almost entirely under hir mantle, protecting most of hir vital organs. Sie protects hirself from predators in this way. Sie also protects hirself from the harsh sun and dryness by hiding under a stone or piece of wood or in a crack, emerging in the gentle night.

Part of Slug's teachings include simplicity. Slugs live simply (survival -- food/shelter/reproduction) and are simple organisms.

Also, Slug's wisdom is that of seeing the world of spirit and shadow -- seeing beyond the mundane and clairvoyance. Slug can't "see" in terms of shape and color. They see in pure light and shadow.

Slug has a great deal to teach us about gender and sexuality. Slug may be considered to be a combination of both male and female, or an independant gender. They can reproduce with any other Slug (and suffer no sexism!), and also by themselves if a suitable partner can't be found. Slug, like many other living things, challenges the duality of deity. Exceptionally fertile, many slugs lay hundreds of eggs at a time.