Date of dream: Thursday, May 11, 2006
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Lucid Intent? No
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Lots of parts I'm leaving out because I took no notes and this is hopelessly vague by now.
There was a lot before this. I guess I was going back to school for some reason. It seemed to be the high school, but we seemed to all be loaded down with belongings like we intended to stay there overnight or go on a trip. I showed up lugging my stuff and walked into a class that was like Mr. Landes's class from high school, only I entered it from the back, which isn't possible since that's the front of the school where the windows and street are. I think I'd known ahead of time but now I knew for sure; when I went in I saw, near the front left of the class, Dianne B., a friend from high school/college. She was sitting at a desk and turned her head to look at me; I met her eyes and she looked just as I remember her. I tried to suppress my glee on seeing her there. Dianne, for her part, seemed kind of neutral, but I was still happy to see her. I went toward the front of the class in the hopes that I could sit near her.
At first I spotted an empty desk to her left and that made me happy. We could hang out and do silly things! Then I noticed that Michelle T., another high school friend, was ahead of me and kind of heading in the same direction. :( In real life, Dianne and I hung out with Michelle and her group and we all got along and were friends, but Michelle and the others were the dominating personalities while Dianne and I kind of sat in the background. I can't write off the fun we had but I had the strong feeling that Michelle was going to sit beside Dianne, leaving me with nowhere to sit near them, and since Michelle is the dominant personality she would gain all of Dianne's attention and I would of course be left out in the cold. My happiness fled me and I felt stupid for having felt so happy.
When I reached Dianne, Michelle was no longer anywhere in sight. I guess she'd sat somewhere else! :/ But the seat next to Dianne was now occupied by somebody neither of us knew. Dianne kind of looked up at me--again, she seemed rather detached, but I still wanted to sit near her, and I think I sensed an invitation to do so. There was an empty desk in front of her now. I sat down here. It annoyed me that I had to turn around in my chair and lean on its back just to face her, but at least we were near each other. I felt somewhat happy again.
I don't recall most of what actually went on in the class. Lots of talking by the teacher. It eventually seemed that I was at last seated beside Dianne after all, but I was to her right, not her left. While whoever was talking, I looked down to see I believe I was wearing my blue blouse (the one I wear around the house), and...I was wearing no bra!! :O ! Oh my God!! I was so embarrassed! I hadn't done anything YET to terribly draw attention to this fact, but I wondered if Dianne noticed, and if anyone else would?? I told myself that I would get my bra and go to the bathroom and put it on...but then I remembered that I had not packed it, and it was still lying at home in my room. :( I was going to be stuck this way for the rest of the day (it seemed like only a school day now, not an overnight thing). I kind of meekly crossed my arms across my chest like I do in real life when I'm not wearing one and REALLY hoped nobody would look at me hard enough to be able to tell! -_-
I think Dianne and I probably eventually got to joking with each other after all. Don't remember much though. At one point the teacher passed by and the name "Erin" was brought up, and Dianne and I shared a meaningful look; but I can't go into it for personal reasons. In real life, I know nobody with the name Erin and it has no personal meaning to me, I can safely say. We were amused by the teacher's interpretation of the name in the dream because he/she got something about it wrong.
There really seemed to be a lot of emphasis on all the luggage and stuff we were all carrying though we never seemed to go anywhere.
In real life, Dianne recently got back in touch with me via snail mail and the two of us were glad to hear from each other, though I have yet to see how well it will go. I tend to ruin things easily. :(
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Date of dream: Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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Very vague because it's from yesterday. I'll just recount what I remember.
I was in the house--it was daytime--and there was something about some kind of pixie or fairy and she was overweight. Don't recall that much. A lot of time spent in the utility room. Then for some reason I decided to go outside. There seemed to be other people present in the house but as usual I don't know who they were and they didn't really bother me.
I stepped out onto the pavement and something above caught my eye; I looked up. There's a clearing here with tree branches surrounding it and I was looking up into this clear section of sky. The lighting was wrong, like the sun was in the wrong place (I think it was supposed to be morning), but that didn't affect me. I saw what I took to be some sort of bizarre cloud formation though, which puzzled me. Basically it looked like part of a GIGANTIC CIRCLE arcing across the sky, the convex part pointed southward. It was made of clouds I believe, but they were such that it looked almost like chrome, like a bicycle hub or something. In addition there was more to this which formed a pattern, like a circle within a circle or some further designs inside and maybe around it, but I craned my neck to look and the circle was so huge that the rest of the pattern was obscured by the trees. (They were in full leaf.) I wondered if it was like a rainbow, encircling the sun.
I stared up at this for a good amount of time and it didn't shift or change like clouds do. It might have shifted a little, but not much. I puzzled over it at first because it was just so strange. I almost got this feeling like something had been left, forgotten, in front of a giant light, and now it was casting a reflection of some sort onto the sky, or else something was reflecting light which was bouncing off the sky; I think I even tried interfering with it, like putting my hand up to see if I would overshadow it, or maybe I looked around on the ground to see what could be bouncing light up there. It kind of creeped me out that something might be so strong as to cast such a light upon the SKY, of all things, but when I didn't find any such circular objects around me, I guessed it must just be clouds after all. Albeit very strange and stationary clouds.
I turned away because I had something I had to do in the yard; what, exactly, escapes me. I went trudging through the north side of the yard, toward the highway. I felt a few drops of rain patter against my head even though the sky was mostly clear; I thought of heading back in, then decided not to let it bother me because we did need rain, I'd even been praying for it. (In real life.) I was muttering to myself, I don't remember what; maybe something like, "NOW it decides to rain!" or "It's so dark I can barely SEE!"--I was just being crabby, not really feeling too irritated. I glanced up at the sky and noticed that it was deep robin's-egg blue, cerulean, and there was the sun, almost overhead but slightly toward the west as if it were afternoon. I halted and blinked in surprise. The sun was glaring as fully as anything...but the sky was this deep cerulean (not DARK midnight blue, but a rich medium blue, darker than it would be if the sun was right in the middle of it!), and it was almost hard for me to see where I was going! "The sun's out and it's this dark?" I asked myself, confused. "That's weird!" I thought, oh well, and then turned and headed back for the house for whatever reason, earlier mission apparently scrapped. The sun glaring overhead (its glare didn't hurt my eyes, like it had a filter over it, but it was a full bright sun) contrasted with the deep blue of the sky made no sense to me but I decided not to question it.
That odd circle was still in the sky. Perhaps I had wandered off in the hopes that it would vanish. The fact that it was still present convinced me at last to quit stalling and go inside and get the camera to take photos. So I hurried in, hoping it wouldn't lose its shape before I got the chance to photograph it--which was why I hadn't done this earlier. I'd seen it and thought, "As soon as I get the camera it'll disappear!" It had stayed stuck up there, though, so I went to fetch the Canon. This camera has given us some odd trouble in real life a few times with its tendency to TURN ITSELF ON and then refuse to turn off manually--it either does it on its own when it wants, or you have to take the batteries out. This bothers me a great deal because it's a frigging expensive camera! So recently we took the batteries and the memory card out so it won't do something weird. I think this was still so in the dream because I think I had trouble, loading it up again and checking to see that the memory card was still working and still had the latest photos on it. (I'm terribly paranoid of losing photos.) I think it did, but this took a bit of time. I hurried back outside, certain that the circle was gone, but one look up showed me that no, there it was. (The PERMANENCE of this thing surprises me even after awakening, what with how things tend to shift in dreams.) I don't think I ever got to photograph it though, at least not before waking up. This circle, BTW, was white against the blue sky, but as I said it looked almost like chrome at points. The main part of the circle that I saw was kind of like two bands parallel to each other, with a band of sky in between.
How strangely Jungian this dream strikes me as! For that circle was almost certainly a mandala of some sort. What that signifies to me personally, I have no clue. :/
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Date of dream: Thursday, May 04, 2006
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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From an hour before I woke up, so it's vague and kind of muddled.
I was in high school. Some sort of class was going on, and an elderly American Indian man came in and was introduced by the teacher. He may have been actor Graham Greene (Dances With Wolves, Maverick, The Red Green Show), but I'm not sure. I'm hazy on what exactly was going on here, but it was an assignment for us students to do something that would impress this man the most, and whoever accomplished this "won" something...I don't know what. Maybe an afternoon with the man or a prize or something. The class was a lot like my Women's Lit and American Literature class in layout. I was sitting near the front, near the door like I would usually be. The students immediately set to work offering this man different things, suggesting different things they could do, to try to impress him. I can't remember anything specifically but everybody was trying their best, smiling winningly and doing all they could to earn his favor. For his part, he seemed interested in what they had to offer and I think he did look into a few things offered.
I really wanted to impress him, too. But I felt I had nothing. Still, there was a sense of urgency, like I had to take a chance now or lose it. I got up and went to him and managed to get his attention; he turned and looked at me as if to ask what I thought I might have to offer. Just like everyone else, I smiled a confident smile and said, "I have something I'd like to show you, if you'll come along with me." He agreed to, even while I was thinking, "I HAVE NOTHING!! What am I going to do?? What am I going to show him??" I looked calm on the outside but my brain was panicking! I'd gone into this way too fast and way too unprepared! >_<
The only thing I could think of was a nearby shop called Indian Hills. In real life this is located in Petoskey, which is an hour away, but in my dream it was close. It's a little specialty shop that sells books and CDs on Indian culture and music, and lots of beads and jewelry and craft goods, clothing and such, and in addition it has a little gallery where you can buy art too. My mother and I like to go there now and then in real life though they're expensive. Thing is, while MOST of the stuff in there is legitimate and reflects actual native culture, they do have some New Agey things too, particularly in the books section. Anything for a buck, I guess. *shrug* I was leery of this man seeing THAT particular side of the store but it was all I could think of. For some reason, this was my goal. To show him Indian Hills and impress him with that somehow. It made sense in the dream, though it doesn't in real life because it's not my store. Oh well. He agreed to follow me and we left the class and went walking down the hall.
It was daytime. The hall didn't resemble any in the real high school though it was SOMEWHAT like them; I think it had the same flooring. The lights weren't on because light was streaming in through the windows. I noticed some drinking fountains on the left (windows were to the right, I never actually saw them) and slowed down because I was very thirsty. The Indian man went walking on ahead because my mother was waiting there now; I guess she was going to pick me up or drive us to Indian Hills. I think there were big glass office windows on the left where she was standing. He went over and they started chatting with each other while I went to the drinking fountains. There were at least two or three. The middle one was VERY low to the ground but I had no trouble drinking from it; I did pause to look at it, though, wondering if it had been built this way for kids to drink from. So short! I bent over and started drinking; I think I tested it first to see if it would even work. (I usually do that so I don't end up embarrassed.) I noticed then that inside the bowls/sinks of these drinking fountains, which were suddenly much bigger, there were lots and lots of Pop-Ice things...you know, those long plastic packets of colored juice, you put them in the freezer and freeze them, then cut them open and eat out the frozen juice? Really popular in the summer and my dad loves them. Well, here they were in the drinking fountains. They weren't frozen--they were still in liquid form. I looked at them for a moment, maybe even touched one, then figured that somebody in the school had placed them in the drinking fountains to keep them cold from the drinking water running over them. No, they weren't frozen, but I guess no freezer was available; they were still edible as juice, I guess. I thought this was kind of odd but just shrugged it off and went to join Ma and the Indian, and we went to Indian Hills.
I don't recall us actually traveling there; my dream picked up with us inside the store already. As we began walking around I decided to warn him about the New Age aspect of the store. "Now there are some things here which are kind of New Agey wannabe stuff," I said. "Not much, but a few. Please don't let them detract from the rest of the stuff. For example, there's a copy of a particular book I have which is really tacky." I went to a high shelf and started poking around at the books upon it (the layout of the store was completely different; the art gallery and different rooms seemed to be gone). I could barely reach them. I saw one book that I thought was what I was looking for, this really cheesy oversized paperback called Secret Society Of The Shamans--it's a real book which I do own, and it's really hokey! I actually forgot I owned it; I'd ordered it from the back of a UFO magazine long ago, before I knew anything about native mythology and culture. It's an interesting read but definitely not scholarly! I rediscovered it recently and was appalled by how cheesy it is. Anyway, I could have sworn that I'd found it on this high shelf--I knew they had a copy because I'd seen it (in some time before the dream took place, not in real life)--but I suddenly realized that no, this wasn't it; this was a big hardcover (same color cover though, like a purplish color) about Indian art or something. Oops. I shoved that aside and poked around a bit more and finally saw the book in question peeping out from behind some others. I tried to show it to him rather than pull it down and I think he saw it, I guess. I was just pointing it out as an example of the cheesy New Age books the store carried, but I wanted to point out that they had good books too, such as the one I'd just mistaken for this one!
The old man decided to go browsing around and I did as well. (I don't know where Ma went.) I knew that the last time I'd been here, I'd spotted this big thick paperback about the Pottawatomi or something; not my biggest interest, since I'm mainly into the Ojibwa, but I figured, they're similar tribes, and it was a decent-sized book, perhaps I should get it while I was here. So I started looking for that as well as for other things of interest. I didn't really have much luck. :/ I was looking ALL OVER for that Pottawatomi book (I think it had a textured offwhite cover) but it seemed to be nowhere. I was a bit disappointed, thinking perhaps somebody else had bought it. Bummer.
I stopped by this one shelf standing free (i. e., not a wall shelf like before) and started poking around at the things on it. A younger guy, maybe my age, was here too, to my left, also browsing; I think he was cute. He vaguely acknowledged my presence and seemed friendly though we mostly just left each other alone. On this shelf, at about the level of my head, I found a large quantity of what looked to be homemade books, most of them made by merely stapling some sheets of paper together with a construction paper cover. How cheap. But they were decorated so proudly that I knew little kids had made them with care, and that counted for something. I think at least one had a bright spring green cover. I think another one was about a cat. I picked one up and opened it because some didn't look to have many pages, and I was right; the one I opened had only two lined pages, with text written in pencil on the inside. I realized these were just short stories and such that kids had written, and then had donated to the store to sell. There were a bunch of them. I think they were mostly things like fantasy stories and fables and made-up legends, maybe like Indian myths. The kids had illustrated them themselves too.
"Aww," I said aloud, so the guy near me could hear. "This is a cute idea." I felt kind of inspired by these kids' initiative and thought that was nice; rather wished I could do the same thing.
Well, I could not find the book I was looking for, nor anything else in particular that I thought I couldn't live without. :/ Eh. I came back toward the old man and found out that he was quite pleased to have come here with me--apparently I'd succeeded in my purpose after all, and I guess I had "won." Not only this, but he had come to an agreement with the owner of the store to get rid of the New Age element or some such, and in exchange he would do something to make the store more respectable; not sure how it went, but it was a deal that would benefit both parties immensely, and he felt quite inspired by it too. I was kind of puzzled at first because there's an old Indian man who works in this store in real life, and I wondered if he too had agreed to do away with the New Age things, but I guess I didn't worry about it long. I'd done well, he was happy, I was happy, and I guess we left to return to the school, mission accomplished.
Update: I just Googled Graham Greene to make sure I got the info above right, and learned for the first time that he is an Oneida (Iroquois/Six Nations) Indian. Before now I always assumed he was Lakota. This is funny, because just recently in real life, I decided to learn more about the Iroquois, and so purchased a couple of books about them--from Indian Hills!
Please compare this dream to "We Fly In All Directions, AKA Interview With The Indians." No real reason, they just seem kind of similar in plot.
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