River Retreat

I am at some sort of lodge. I am working. Nadra and maybe Renee are here. They are staying and I am working. Suzette and Kenny are here as well. At some point we are in the river. The river or ocean we are swimming in is accessed by a tall wall/barrier. There is a ladder, wooden, you can climb to get in and out. It is dark, maybe dusk. We realize that the ladder is gone. The two people who swim with me are very worried, I dont' seem to share their panic. I use a little logic and we are safely up the ladder. "I can't believe we didn't realize the ladder was gone!"

In the lodge I go around doing various tasks. I have a sense that I'm half-assing my work. With all the distractions of everyone I know around. I pop in on Kenny for a bit and he is only interested in drinking his huge bottle of whiskey.

I am in some one's room that I should not be. There are many entrance in and out of the rooms in the lodge. In the end I am on a porch speaking with John Schleining.

What I Learned in the Village

We were on a camping expedition. Following different indigenous peoples around and learning from them. The last village we stopped at was dark when we arrived. The moon was full and the main area was quiet and deserted. We walked to the edge of the village just before a great field of brown grass. A tall fence surrounds the village comprised of tall sharpened sticks mostly. Atop two or four of the posts, sits some mammaloid creature. It's a golden color and has two short ears with a drooping head. A little boy walks up behind us before we have time to inspect the creature fully.

"What is this?" I ask the little boy.
"This is what keeps the lions away." says boy "It is their only son."
I look again to the lifeless mass in horror. A terrifying sense of corruption and disgust washes over me.
"You did this?" I ask the small boy with an amused look on his face.
"Yes, I did this." he offers gladly.

Clusterfuck II

Suzette tries to snatch up my bag for me. Christa M. is there. She is laughing. We realize that it is out of reach. Lakeside. Riverside. It is on a counter in the bathroom of the hotel room. I thought Brian was sleeping so I have a cigarette. H says to me calmly, “I though you quit smoking?” I proceed to explain that I have but make a list of reasons to justify my slips. All I want is a soda back at Suzette's house. All I can find is beer. Maya and I leave Laura and Brian at the house, while we go either to the garage or a small store. On the “familiar departure” I remember being lucid enough to realize it's familiarity and also talk myself into opening my eyes for the fast decent downward which otherwise I am too afraid to experience. I feel my stomach jump. I think that it's only a dream. Laura C. and I decide to take a set at a tall round table with stools. Mildly aware that there are at least two people with us. One, a boy, really wants to sit by me. At an intersection we find Laura M. broken down/stuck in her white Jeep and one one seems to be helping her. I also hesitate.

Orbs

I'm at Suzette's house or the house that feels like Suzette's house with the raised room. I'm fairy confident this is Suzette's Astral location. I've been coming here since I was a little girl. The discovery of OBE (out of body experience) has made sense of all my strange dream trysts. In front of the TV, an orb appears. It does a little dance, then disappears. There is an element of fear but it soon passes.

Strange Trip

We are on an outing on the beach or lakeside. Dad and I drive to get something we cannot forget. Amanda and Guy are there. I miss Brian and lucidly remember that he will be able to join us this weekend. When we are back from the drive we get to this camp that takes us through a dark place straight to our destination. For some reason, I know that he will shut the light off for the decent. I just know that we will need them. We descend downward and I'm scared but we make it. Lastly we pass through a door at the bottom of our hall/ramp. Who I traveled with is now a very short white man. A small person you might say. I help him down. He seems very on edge, fearful. He stays put. He looks to the open door in horror, so I step up and clasp it shut. A woman I know escorts me back to the are we've set up camp. I comment to the woman while we are walking, about the small nervous man who accompanies me. She looks pale and nervous. She says she would act that way too if the world was ending. I say, “Four days?” She looks to me and replies, “Two days.” I return to the group. They are continuing the movie without me. I am mildly upset. At a bar of some sort with this camp of people. I'm talking to someone and a cute blonde boy with long hair and I begin to flirt. I see later on that the boy was or has proven to be a much younger version of Tiny S. I am immediately concerned about my judgment. I am also mildly repulsed.

The Long Dark Haul

Squeaky is here. I wanted a cigarette from her. There was a very scary bug that was popping up from the water every time someone felt a certain feeling. Someone caught one. There is an old woman, Patsy S. maybe. A struggle. I knew I could leave my something with my sister on the couch. We were very fearful of this large bug with many thick, dark and hairy legs. Spider-like. Lots of water. We are on a raft of sorts. I see a blur on my right shoulder. It pestered me the entirety of my recollection. I was worried it was the water bug.

19 Bloodsuckers Way Part II

I grab the fries from the sill. Outside was Denny in an old junker car. There were two to three teenage girls with him in the car. He scolded me for taking food that was not mine. The girls offer me a cigarette and they were also smoking weed and Denny did not seem to mind. I may have been in the house of the “sanguine” but I am not aware of them, or afraid of them for that matter. There are three older girls and one young black girl with chubby cheeks, a pot belly and an oversized living room chair. She was talking to me about her self confidence and that she wasn't afraid to be confident when she talked to me. She seems more like she is chanting some sort of self-affirmation or chant, trying to convince herself. As she was speaking, her hands were holding up her torso and neck via the armrests. She was rotating her body counterclockwise almost every two seconds.