Dream Journal
July 19, 1997
There was this big nasty segment about bees. I was in a grocery store, and the bees kept appearing everywhere. I tried many ways to kill them, but some always remained. There was a scene with a big display and I sprayed this liquid all over it, but one escaped. This guy thought the bees were powerful and followed them around. One surviving bee could always produce a queen.
Then I was in the stairwell of a place I might have lived. There was a big vertical cylinder in the middle and a beehive in the center. A voice spoke into my mind “I’ve always thought the old way worked best: fire.” The cylinder started spinning, flashing in glowing rainbow dreamfire. It was beautiful. Bright flashing flames flew out and incinerated everything. This is where the dream “A Great Love” started.
Bees: I was feeling the body separation vibrations and rationalizing the sound as bees. Of course I could never kill them all. The vibration would continue regardless of my actions on the thought forms I conjured to explain them.
The next scene was a transition to my body in what I believe to be the “column of fire” metaphor to represent my spine and the energies flowing through it.
The Grocery Store and Trailer Home: More continuity — three days earlier I dreamed of working in a grocery store. Now I’m fighting bees in a grocery store. In the dream that follows, I reference Rebecca’s and my trailer house again. Both dreams seem to be in an impoverished area.
Ignition: Again the cylinder doesn’t start with fire, but ends up with it, and it takes me into another dream.