June 14th 2011

Colin and I browse a movie selection. He brings one very colorful DVD to my attention. I look at it for a moment and realize it’s a Miazaki film. “Is this a Miazaki?” I say to him. I flip it over, the year reads 1987. I am happy and also shocked that a Miazaki film went so long unknown to me. Kendall is with us.

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We are in a long, narrow room. Maybe a school bus. They are passing out three types of textbooks that everyone gets. I am very interested in the fist test I received. I come back to “reality” and realize that I don’t have all the materials I need.

Note: I am quite certain there is a parallel in which may aspects of our time/life at Oak Street, are very much alive and breathing. My focus this week will be to communicate said place/time.

Field Trip

I'm on a trip with them. We're in an empty building. It's almost like an art gallery. There are two rooms as the whole building seems to be divided in half. The west side of the second room is covered in ceiling to floor glass windows. We're outside and we hear sirens. Men in uniform usher us inside of the building. I look ou the window and see a bus flying toward us. It has lost control and doesn't seem to be able to stop. It crashes into the glass as I roll, barely missing it's impact. I see it slide over many students and know they are dead. I get up to see the damage. The bus is gone. I look for any of my friends and when I see non are injured I to go to the next room. I find him. His back turned, unaware of the accident. I grab his shirt, look into his eyes and lead him to the glass room. When there I see her. We embrace and he joins in on the group hug.

Now we're on the concrete floor of the first room in sleeping bags. The room is filled with the surviving students. Our trip has been postponed. I can't sleep. My hair is long and in my face. I look to him and realize he is looking at me too. I act as if though he's startled me. Everyone is awake now and they decide to go outside. I begin to cry and act traumatized but I'm putting on a front. After they have gone, I decide I want to go. I leave through the door that has been covered in a plastic sheet. I don't think I was supposed to leave. I turn left on the sidewalk, realizing my purse is in her car. On my way to her car, a boy comes skateboarding by. I keep walking and he asks me if I brought my board. I tell him with a smile, "I don't even know how to skateboard!" He laughs and says he was talking to his friend. I change direction, realizing that I have taken the wrong path. I see them sitting on various platforms on the side of the building. They are watching the sky. I realize that it seems almost impossible to reach them. I move items on the platforms around, to make room for myself. I've lost hope.

Strange Trip II

We are in a large group. We are going on a camping trip of sorts, however we have rented a room to store all of our belongings. I am upset I didn't bring my Vibrams. We have to walk up a very steep hill plagued with fat, long snakes on the path. I take my time at the room. Contemplate sleeping here. When I arrive at dinner there is a pretty girl sitting next to Brian. Fireworks are going off. (Am I dreaming of our upcoming 4^th of July party?). I am unhappy with how Brian and this girl are acting. My cats are here. As I walk up the trail, I see what I believe to be two-two coming across a bridge. Just when I realize it isn't him, the dog falls far off the edge, but appears to be okay. I gather up all of my cats for safety.

Hold Steady

We were in a town. A tsunami was headed our way. I reached the top of a house not knowing if it would hold. It did. The second wave came. I climb up a ladder, that to my surprise holds as well.

Twin Sisters

One:

I was stuck in the stream. I know a waterfall is near. We are in the river. Near shore we find an escape. We find it difficult to get onto the ledge. My accomplice grabs onto the edge and uses me as leverage.

Two:

Entering my apartment in Twisted City. I am walking down the back alley entrance. As I approach I see a brunette woman at the steps of my back door. She is in her forties or fifties, curly hair and olive skin. She is sorting and stacking a tray of something. Whatever they are, they are smaller than her palm and sparkly. A flower shape comes to mind. She turns to me bent over and says, “Obviously I'm breaking into your house.” I smile at her and pass the whole thing off as if she were telling a funny joke. I edge past her and see the silver tray of colorful items. In my small apartment I make my way to the front door. I exit and find myself in another alley. It is a dead end. Two girls and their mother reside here. They want to play with me. Their mother tells me they are the most powerful psychics in the world.

Remote Viewing: Full of Shit

I am awoken by my bed-mate. I roll over and he tells me that I've shit the bed. I now feel my entire underside body saturated with thin, oily feces. It spans the entirety of our bed. I am not happy about the grim clean up. When standing I pull my clothes off in one fell swoop.

NOTE: The morning of the dream recall, my friend whose couch I was currently surfing upon, received a call from her mother. Her grandmothers bed needed changing on account of an incident involving massive diarrhea. 

The Bag Heist

I am shopping. I realize that I can only buy food items, though I have non food items. I begin to put the non-food items back but realize I can smuggle them through a hole in the bottom of the grocery bag into my unzipped backpack without being suspicious. I begin transporting the non-food items into my backpack via the bag/tote. I also place food items in realizing the potential of this plot. In the car, I find a crisp one-hundred dollar bill. They tell me that it's us is already planned.

Big Brother

We are on the curb, packing up the car. A black man in his thirties begins to approach the steps leading to the front/back door. I watch him nervously, feeling that he has motives that are directed at me. I feel he has been watching me far before this moment.

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.

Anxious Feast

In a cafeteria I am at a long table spread with food. I'm having a hard time deciding what to put on my very small plate. After choosing three of four items, one more table of food is set out. For a moment I am worried that there won't be enough room. I occurs tome that I can place my smaller plate on a bigger plate. It is announced to me that if I have a hard time deciding, there will be guidance available to me.

He Was Happy Down There

Two-two scratches at the door. The sliding glass door. I let him in. I am so happy and shocked. No one else seems to want to give this miraculous event any attention. Am I lucid? I pick him up and give him all of my love. He seems disturbed, not himself. As I type this I am reminded of Buffy's second coming (laugh out loud). He is in pain. I now notice a large hole on the right lower side of his tummy. Holding him, cradling him in my arms, I turn to my family for some help or advice. Something! They all look down, shaking heads nay. They tell me that he may be alive and that there may be hope, but it is not “RIGHT”. They gave me the feeling that helping save Two-two was immoral or corrupt. I turn to Brian, the same reaction from him. A sad, firm, absolute; NO. I am so distraught, lost, speechless. I've snapped. I'm yelling and screaming and raising hell. My heart is broken.