Date of dream: Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Lucid Intent? No
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It was late evening, still somewhat light out but growing dark; maybe around eight or eight-thirty. I went to look out on the front porch and see if there were any rabbits there. It was later in the year than it really is, because the branches of that bush to the right of the porch were extending through the bars, and they were very leafy--even more so than in real life, like our "bamboo"--and kind of obscured my view. I looked down. It was almost dusk and it was hard to see but I did spot two small shapes moving around on the porch. I moved my head to get a better look and thought they looked like BABY BUNNIES! :D So far we've had two ADULT rabbits visit the porch in real life (see "'Bozho & 'Basso"), but no babies! They were VERY tiny and brown and they kind of looked up at me so I knew they'd heard or seen me, and I tried to stand still. I almost tapped my nose against the door window and made a noise, then froze. The little animals didn't run away.
They started moving around again and somehow it was very hard for me to make them out. Not because it was dark or my view was blocked, but--it's like my vision of them was SCRAMBLED somehow, so I couldn't really make them out even though I was looking right at them. I couldn't "put the pieces together"--a lot similar to my difficulty viewing the rabbits as rabbits in "'Bozho & 'Basso," now that I think of it. Hard to describe. I blinked a few times to try to clear them up. Then they slowly clarified and I realized...they were NOT bunnies...they were in fact kittens, two itty-bitty kittens, so small and cute! :D
I sucked in a breath of delight. They might have been light brown or orangish at first, like the rabbits, but then as they turned and descended the porch steps, they were calico. I looked up and saw a mother calico cat standing on the sidewalk before our porch! She was looking up at me, her body low to the ground and her eyes wide. She looked tense and afraid. Like a wild animal. I stood very still so as not to frighten her. The tiny kittens made their way to her. She was white and orange and black; I believe her face was mostly white, and I think her eyes were pale, like maybe pale blue. Her ears were definitely black, and they were HUGE, these BIG ears which were flattened out to the sides. Her ears looked almost like fennec ears. I knew this was how they normally were--she wasn't holding them like that because she was afraid. She started to turn away and the kittens followed her. I looked down after her to see how many there were. There had been two on the porch itself, but I now saw three with her. But as she started trotting away up the sidewalk, the kittens followed, and I now saw FOUR. Mother calico and kitten calicos all trotted off, and that was the last I saw of them.
I stepped back from the door now that it was safe to move and went into the living room. Ma was either sitting or lying on the couch and I turned to her. "I just saw the CUTEST thing!!" I exclaimed gleefully. "A CALICO CAT AND FOUR TEENY KITTENS! They were SO cute!!" I was quite thoroughly jazzed by this, and I giggled. "They were so cute I could've just SMOOSHED THEM!!" I stated--my voice dropping into a crazy-sounding snarl as soon as I said smooshed, and my hands grasping at each other in a definite SMOOSHING motion. I believe Ma just gave me a weird look...like, "Uh-huh, all right." O_o
Then I heard Ma walk by to go to the bathroom...and I awoke from my nap on the couch.
I don't know what exactly influenced this dream (the dream(s) I had around it were influenced by what was on TV, Coach, as I could hear the dialogue), but it was so very clear and realistic, even hours later, that it was amazing. How I nearly bumped into the window, the cat's ears, what I said to Ma, the motion I made with my hands--just as if I had actually done it in real life.
Might I add that when I described the dream to Ma moments afterward, and made said smooshing motion, she gave me the same look that I imagine she gave me in the dream. ^_^
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Date of dream: Friday, April 22, 2005
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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I was at Grandma B.'s along with Ma and maybe some others. Ma was sitting where the couch used to be, under the window overlooking the porch (don't know if there's still a couch there or not), and I was beside her, on her left. She was showing me a large beaded pouch she had made--it looked much like the beaded necklace bags she makes, only much bigger, almost purse size, and it had a bandolier strap which was meant to go over the shoulder and across the chest. Ma was very proud of her bandolier bag and she slipped it over her head to show me how it worked. It cinched under the left armpit in a way, too, because she did this--there was some kind of beaded protrusion on it here--and it was a tight fit under the arm but otherwise it looked nice.
Some part of my memory told me that this sort of bag was not particularly meant to fit well since it was ceremonial. I knew it was supposed to be, or at least to mimic, a Midewiwin bandolier bag. The Midewiwin is the Grand Medicine Society of the Ojibwa (Chippewa) Indians. Ma was quite proud of having made this item, though I myself took issue with the colors she had chosen--it was done all in pastels. o_o When I pointed this out she was a bit peeved by my comment but still liked her own work so it wasn't much of an issue. It would have been quite a nice pouch if the colors had been more authentic. In addition these pastel beads seemed to have an iridescent sheen to them.
Real-life associations: I've been searching, rather fruitlessly, for information on modern Ojibwa spirituality online, and came across a website with an image and a little story about a Mide bandolier bag. This one had been made for a child that was sick (sick people were often initiated into the Midewiwin in the hopes of being cured). I didn't pay much attention to the image itself but that in my dream was quite specific, and I believe I have come across similar images in my reading; I remember reading that the bandolier bag, as a decorative item, was frequently used in Ojibwa and Woodland Indian dress. It wasn't really used to CARRY anything, it was just part of the costume, and I think men were often proud of their bandolier bags. In addition I've also read about Mide ceremonial bags or medicine bags, often made from parts of animals, like paws and fur and such. But until crossing that website I do not think I had ever associated the bandolier bag with the Midewiwin ceremonial bags. That's the only place I've ever seen the association, that I can recall.
This dream might have then shifted into "Cyborg Cop."
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Date of dream: Friday, April 22, 2005
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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This dream might have shifted out of "The Bandolier Bag."
This is terribly vague so I'll just go on snippets I recall. I think it picked up out of the dream "The Bandolier Bag" but I'm not sure; maybe it shifted into a supermarket or store. It was nighttime and I was standing minding my own business when I spotted this creepy-looking guy standing near a checkout or something (the doors and windows were ahead of us); he was wearing a baseball cap and jacket and just overall looked suspicious. Maybe in his thirties or forties; definitely a face that would arouse suspicion. There was a little girl nearby and he just picked her up and went walking off with her. I felt she had just been kidnapped but I was rather neutral and wasn't sure if it had been a crime or not so I did nothing at first.
I think possibly later when the mother of the girl showed up, hysterical, I described what I had seen and she of course grew very upset with me--"Why didn't you do anything??" I myself was offended by this and defended my actions.
"At least I'm trying to help NOW!" I retorted. "You didn't see this guy! He could have just touched my face and knocked me out!" (That last sentence is an almost exact paraphrase of what I actually said--the meaning being, the guy seemed very strong, and I felt he could have injured me with barely any effort. Although he wasn't actually that big or strong looking, and even immediately after I said this, I wondered if I should have. I think I was more worried that my attempt at wit would fall flat.)
Still, I offered to help retrieve the girl. The mother was angry but agreed. Now this gets weird because I think I was some kind of cybernetic cop or something. O_o This was like a cross between Robocop and Terminator. I think I was cybernetically enhanced and I would use my abilities to get the girl back. I seemed to be partnered with some people--a female (I think I was male now), and maybe the mother. The female I believe was like me. But I'm very foggy on all this. I turned and started walking across the room, which was now Grandma B.'s den again, but then it was a big dark gymnasium (just some light from an outside hallway or something shining in), maybe with some other people in it like at a dance though it was mostly empty. I felt I was my character Det. Max Kristeva though he is by no means a cyborg! Quite odd. I was walking with great determination and I briefly thought of the Shadow, the Jungian archetype (the Shadow plays a big role in my unwritten stories about Kristeva), for some reason. I don't know, maybe my Shadow would help me get the bad guy and rescue the girl.
I showed up at some kind of counter, like a teller's booth, in this austere well-lit place with white cinderblock walls, and leaned on the counter to talk to the person behind it. Now the person with me was a female cyborg-type who was kind of a bad guy; I'm not sure if we were working together reluctantly, or if she was trying to stop me, or what. It was very weird. As I stood here she tried to do something to hurt me and it involved messing with a little metal screwlike thing in my jaw, but I blocked her with my arm and calmly turned to her and warned her not to dare try that again. She seemed kind of surprised yet grudgingly amused and backed down. This is why I'm not sure whether she was working with me or not because we had this very weird dynamic going on. :/ Perhaps it was just an alliance of convenience and we had a greater enemy (the kidnapper) in common. *shrug* Anyway I had to talk to this "teller" or whatever to get info on the girl and her captor. I just say teller, because I think actually the woman behind the counter (I think it was a woman, older, with curly hair and glasses, kind of heavyset but I'm not sure) was a secretary or in charge of security in here or something. That's all I can really remember.
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