Letters to you

At least this time the dream was not about losing Spooky. Instead, it was about Ossana.

In the dream, we were at home and Ossana was in heat. Although she has never actually done this, in the dream she ran out when I opened the door. It was night and she was able to disappear quickly into the shadows. I followed and called to her but she didn't wait for me. About a half a block away, I heard the yowling of tomcats. I thought I also heard Ossana's calling from the same direction, so I followed the noise. I eventually found her in the front yard looking way, way too calm for a cat in heat. Pregnant.

Another weird dream about losing my cat Spooky. The first one was here.

This time for some reason I took her to "school" with me (it looked like maybe a university setting or something). The idea was that she would roam the classroom and I'd get her after class. I vaguely wondered about litter box logistics, but figured it was only for an hour so it would be ok. Then I forgot her there and when I looked, couldn't find her. Later I went to the animal shelter to see if she was there. At the desk, there was a young guy who didn't speak English very well. I tried to ask him if I could go and see the cats to check if Spooky was there, but he wouldn't let me get a word in edgewise. Another guy came up to us and explained that guy #1 had a disorder that made it impossible for him to answer questions. Then guy #2 proceeded to take guy #1 to comfort him from the trauma of me trying to ask him questions. Meanwhile, I still hadn't been able to go back to see the cats to see if Spooky was there. I started loudly trying to explain what I wanted to do, to the point where I actually said something in my sleep and promptly woke up. I was very glad it was just a dream.

Then later I dreamed I was perched on a little shelf on the side of a small cliff-like structure at the seashore. High tide was quickly coming in, so it was imperative that I get off the shelf and up on to the beach. I noticed there were a lot of ice floes stuck to the cliff, which for some reason provided excellent handholds in the dream (they weren't slippery or cold). So I was almost up on the beach, when a polar bear came up to me. I think I woke up at that point.

I just had an interesting vision. Cities as rings. In the center was an area designated as completely wild and untouchable. Outside of that was parkland that could be visited but not otherwise disturbed. Outside of that were edible forest gardens - miles and miles of them that anyone could care for and partake of. Then outside of that, right at the edge between the garden and the dwellings, were more gardens that needed a little more sun. Then finally, the outer ring was the city, and outside of that, the same sequence in reverse. Each Ring was far enough away from the next one to accommodate the sequence. The city was able to entirely support itself from the inside out, instead of importing from the outside in. It was no longer a parasite, but rather a steward and symbiote. The forest at the center was not owned by anyone. It was its own Being, at the center of which were the Old Trees and they were Left Alone. We were there with its permission, not the other way around...

The night was dark as my platoon moved silently along the beach, our submarine having anchored a short distance from the shore. Nothing was stirring, not a sound but the chirping of crickets. We melted into a nearby wood and took positions guarding one another's backs, weapons on the ready. Then I realized that some of the night noises didn't sound quite right... but before I could warn my buddies they were upon us, the enemy. They ambushed us and took us by surprise, and all were dead before they knew what hit them. I was mortally wounded, but one man of the enemy saw my face. I was young, perhaps about 17. He was not much older than that. Maybe he saw in me one of his school friends, or perhaps a younger brother. But instead of bayonetting me and killing me, he approached me. By this time I was viewing this from a vantage point somewhere a few feet above, for I was fast fading. I heard him say, as I was fading toward a place where the War was a distant memory, "I am indebted to you, for because your life ended, mine can continue". The next thing I knew, I woke up in a crib. I didn't call him "Daddy" until a few years later...

Last night I dreamed nobody was allowed to draw. There were exceptions if it was absolutely necessary, but in that case there was to be no shading or depth - it had to be 2-dimensional. I saw a couple of drawings where the shading had been erased and they were smudged and ruined.

That has to be one of the worst nightmares I've ever had, if not the worst.

In the dream, rialian was planning a trip. He was going on a long-awaited journey to the Arctic Circle, whereupon he would trek across the tundra in snowshoes. Apparently, there had been plans to do this for years (in the dream, that is). There was a spiritual significance to the journey which had to be experienced in a cold climate. He would be back, but for some reason it was important that he go. Preparations were underway. I advised him to be sure and take all his socks with him.

In the dream there were two Gemaliels. I tried to separate them but they figured out how to open the door and pounced one another. Then they seemed to get along and started playing with each other.

I was in a big meeting hall, in which hundreds of people were gathered - it was one of those buildings that seemed to be able to contain more than its size would indicate. Some people started talking (apparently out of the blue) about how "Jesus didn't allow smoking". I explained to them that I'd read the bible several times, and that nowhere in the bible was there any indication that the smoking of any herb was prohibited by either Judaic or Christian law. In fact, I gave them quite a discourse on it and admonished them to read the King James Version and see. I continued that Jesus was concerned with the spirit of the law rather than the letter of the law, and that the intent of this gathering was in agreement with the spirit of "Blessed are the peacemakers" and "Love thy neighbor" (the most important law of the New Testament). Having said that, I looked up and Orren Whiddon (the owner of Four Quarters Farm) pulled out the same tobacco hookah that someone had brought to WtT, and started passing around a peace pipe full of "Longbottom Leaf". Everyone who wanted to partook, including the guy I'd been talking to, who had a change of heart. So essentially I got to participate in the smoking of a peace pipe full of Frodo's Finest last night. What a wonderful dream! I can't remember if I actually had any - I don't think so - that would make sense, as I don't smoke, actually). I got distracted by Dorothy, an older lady (70+) who I talk to every morning when she walks her dog in real life -- she was eating chocolate and vanilla ice cream. She thought it was just vanilla at first, but I showed her the chocolate part. The feeling was that she'd wandered quite far from where she usually goes and was enjoying the ice cream greatly... I was left with a really good feeling after this dream, as opposed to the troubled feel of problems left unsolved after dreams that I don't remember at all. This is very strange - the fact that I even remembered it. I thought I'd best write it down before it escaped me...