beltaine Dream

This Dream begins with looking for a cave.....

I'm traveling through Crookes to get to a gathering to celebrate some important event. I'm on my bike. Suddenly i get this strong impulse to head down this little side track. It leads me into a small wooded area with steep sides. In the middle of this wooded area is a large stone built cave entrance - its the entrance to the old tunnel that runs underground all the way to the city center and beyond. All of a sudden Pete turns up; he knew he'd find me here, somehow. We climb up the ancient carved boulders leading to the entrance, which falls down steeply into the ground, into blackness. It feels like we have found some incan temple.

As we enter the cave we enter into a new dream. Me and Pete are now traveling with a group of people from other housing coops around the Sheffield area. we are heading out to this ancient cave in the countryside which has been reported to have wild bees living inside this cave. The trees feel older out here and have a more gnarled appearance. One of the older more experienced people traveling with us has been out before, and he is very keen on going there to get some wild honey from the wild bees. I'm not so sure its a good idea to get the honey, but i don't say anything; this is still a dream.....

Now a little interlude - I'm in Wellow....

we have discovered a room under the house, - in fact not just a room but a whole basement area, as large as the whole ground floor. How come i never new about this before? We have to go down here to mend the oil tank, plus a few other jobs.... Mum and Dad are down here with me. We look for the oil tank, and then suddenly discover that I'm standing right on top of it; it is buried into the ground. I wander into another room while mum and dad mend and tidy up. This other room is like an old bedroom - it has windows looking out south to the view - its underneath the main sitting room . This room feels like home; i want to make it my bedroom. its just so cosy, and feels so right. Now Ive got a place to stay, and it feels great.


Now back in Sheffield; we are back out of the cave, and this time i find my self down by the rubbish dump....

I'm stood with Hillary, one of my old friends, who is now a shamanic practitioner. We are looking across the landscape of this rubbish dump. We see mountains of rubbish, piled high to the blue wispy sky. Not a soul is in site. even the plants have no home here... All of a sudden we see three of four dear come into view. Thay look like magic deer or perhaps reindeer. They are foraging through the rubbish looking for food. And now Stefano, the expert violin maker, is stood on top of one pile of rubbish lamenting the passing of one of his violins. Its no good, he recons, to be used any more. He is depressed because he feels that he is a failure violin maker, and that this violin is evidence of that; its quite a new violin and never stood up to the standard required to sell as a good violin. So now hes going to sacrifice his violin to the rubbish dump. Me and Hillary watch from a distance as he begins this ritual. The attention of the deer has been caught and now they run over to Stefano to see whats up. They know whats going on and seem to be comforting him, in this sad time. Now the violin has changed all together - no longer this shiny nice looking object, its now an old floppy looking vegetable, like a parsnip.... i guess that its not such a loss after all.....

Me, Hillary and a few friends are now on a journey through the city. Hillary is telling us about her travels. One bit of information that she tells us that i remember is about how she was describing how this really terrible illness was caused
from men becoming really afraid of there penises! She told us about how some men were so afraid of them that they would not even look at them, let along wash them! this led to this debilitating disease starting on the penis, putting it out of use, which eventually took over their whole body, debilitating the entire body in the extreme cases. This illness in its mild form is quite common, she was telling us, especially in cities...

At some point on our journey through the city, at dusk, we sit down by the edge of the road. The sky is wonderful colours. I talk about how, wouldn't it be great to take a trip now. Hilary has some magic mushrooms, or some other form of phycoactive plant and she is already preparing the medicine; on her wrist she is mixing the ingredients... this has become common practice now, her second nature. theres a light in her eyes as she tells us more stories....
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