Dream Journal

It was on the hill! I remember the long climb! There’s a halfway point up the hill I often stop at. There were such steep angles.

I made it to the top of the hill, near the gate for the arena’s fans. I met some selfish rich lady that was also a cat. She wanted me to pay for something for her, but I let some other poor sucker do it. At one point she dug her claws into my hands.

I also ran around being a cat. There were lots of stone steps and hallways. I found a tiny cat in a small hole in the steps. It was there with three white cats; a mother, a young cat, and a newborn, none of which would open their eyes. To clean the young ones, the mother ate them and then coughed them up. I thought these cats were tricks devised by Drax, the Merlin of the dream.

In the arena at the top of the hill with the tower, I was playing this game with another team. This was the big show. A huge crowd had gathered to watch and had made signs to cheer me on. My opponent had carried out a trick of major proportions to win, and I was instantly defeated (I’m assuming that Drax had something to do with this). I was bitter. It seemed that I hoped to outrun something, and that’s why I lost. Was our game called “try to see the best side of everything I throw at you?” Perhaps!

Now a device in the corner of the field began to shoot out this raw unformed astral matter across and over the field. Smaller balls of it all connected and joined into this big, floating ball. There were all these circle symbols on it that I was reading. My defeated friends and I decided to keep playing and reverse our loss. We made a bunch of hot-air balloons out of the big thought-form ball, and flew up into the baskets. Swirling around us were lanterns, and the mad hatter, and everything seemed to be alive like in musicals. We sailed past a big statue and some fruit and vegetable stands. Lots of people ended up in the balloons, including many old friends. The cloud of balloons, lanterns, and spontaneous creative forms began encircling the top of the hill and tower, then going up one side. It was not scary from this perspective.

Rebecca and I were in one of the hot air balloons, talking about how the way we just sang “The Mayor of Le’uvre” in perfect unison proved telepathy.

Waking up, I said out loud: “Were we just talking?” Rebecca: “I don’t know!”

I vividly remembered talking and singing together only a minute before.

I feel this hill is the specialty of other people. . . . It belongs to others and I’m just learning, that’s why I feel so powerless. Maybe I add the idea of technology to the grandness. This had the feel of the dream where I learned to work dream-magic. Perhaps I should relax and enjoy the game more, get less mad. It’s such craziness! Like Monty Python but so fucking deep and brilliant and real!

From twelve days later, “The Insanity Creature of the Tower”: The “games” the other night. It wasn’t against Drax, it was against the insanity creature (the physical body)! It recreates reality. One must be stronger than it. It is all selfish desires, weakness, and needs. That’s what the game was — to exert your reality, your fearlessness and good interpretation on every horrible thing it could throw at you.