The Snake Bite

This is quite a long dream . I moved into my new house yesterday eve so I think this is a good sign having a dream like this on the first night of being there. I think there are lots of key themes running through - Missing people/ people missing me/ missing things - nakedness - poisons/illnesses - dealing with stuff.



Meet TSK, it is dark but we still recognise one another. It has been a long time since I saw him last, so I try to great him kindly, - I  try to give him a hug but he walks past me ignoring me. I ask a few people who I meet later why he might have ignored me, they say he was probably just in a rush or was busy, but I feel he still maybe doesn't like me.
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I am playing with two snakes. They are my pets. I try to show off to my friends by getting them psyched up with anger and attempting to get them to fight one another for entertainment, but it goes wrong and instead of fighting each other, one of them bites me, right between the knuckles of my 3rd and 4th fingers on my left hand. I feel the mild poison enter my body with a sharp pain. I quickly brush off the snake off my hand and it seems to shrink and shapeshift into a scorpion and scuttle off under a chair.  "Will you be ok?" One of my friends asks, "yeah ill be fine, these snakes are not really poisonous." It feels just a bit more painful than a bees sting.

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I am in a supermarket bit of the country. It is not nice. I meet a lady who I think is J from the course but its not, and embarrassingly I have already given her a hug. She tells me she is further behind  , I wonder how a stranger could know this. I do however, meet J from the course a little further along the road. We sit down and have a chat. Its really nice. I feel her warm energy and friendliness and it brings a real cheer to me.

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I am with M in an attic room. Its his attic room with all his computers.  I have been telling him about the life drawing classes I have been going to, and he is keen to have a go. We are keen to try and draw some nice large ladies as its a bit less conventional than the more slim figure, we want to show how this is beautiful too by drawing it. He knows someone who wants to model for us as she doesn't think she is beautiful and has lost all confidence in her body. She has developed a phobia of her own body. We agree to draw her, and she
starts to get herself ready. We see the folds of her skin hang down as she begins to remove her clothing. We have our drawing equipment ready. She removes the final items of her clothing with her back to us, and then turns round theatrically displaying the front of her body, and now we realise why she is so ashamed of her body. She has a strange blue/greenish skin condition which looks like a fungus growing all over the front of her body. It has seriously damaged the skin, and her breasts have become all flaked and cracked, and are barely  recognizable any more. M is no longer sure he wants to do this drawing, he packs up, but I am determined to keep going.

This really annoys the woman as she wanted us to be horrified and to turn away in disgust, so justifying her mental image and hatred she has of her body. She comes right up close to me, and stands in front of my face.

"so you think this is beautiful do you!?" She says angrily. I notice that I have developed the same condition, starting on the back of my hand and spreading up my arm.

"Look" I say, "I have got it too! Its not that strange".

"You must have caught it off M" she says, "I have never met you before and it is very rare."

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I am in M's attic again. We are clearing it out. We look out of the window into the park. There are lots of people gathering. A bunch of people come up the stairs to tell us, they are going to do a naked dance in the winter rain, as a charity fund-raiser. They ask weather we want to join in. M is not interested but I am. But I dither about, and run out of time.

The reporter and film crew are stood at the top of these flight of stairs, and commenting. The dancers are all hemmed into one tight square of grass in the park, like animals with electric fencing, so they are forced to dance in close proximity.

 Me and M get to tidying the attic. It is going to be sold, so the landlord says. There is pigeon poo everywhere. The pigeons have been getting in here for years and since I have not been here for years it has accumulated over all this stuff.  I have a big effort getting this block of stone out of the attic. It requires a lot of thinking before
hand.

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I am at this dance gathering. I meet a guy german guy who feels like he has been wasting his life. He says his life is 2 years behind time - that for the past 2 years he has been really lazy and not really doing any work.

I feel the same. I ask him how old he is. 29. Same as me. He asks me if I am married. I tell him no. He's married, and he is envious of my position. He says its great that I'm not married, because its easier to get stuff done. He wishes he was too as it would feel like he had more time. I am envious of his marriage for the companion side of things but I can see his point.

Most of the dancers have left now, and I have missed the dancing. I go to watch a few of the ones who have carried on to the end. They dance beautifully.

The ecstatic woman

I'm at a party. Many people are taking drugs. They are popping these
pills into their mouths, and experiencing heightened states of
awareness.

I am curious. So I try one. Quite quickly the effects come on, and I
experience a shifting of the way I experience time. I am also much
more sensitive to sound.

There are a bunch of people who are having a jam. I join them, picking
up my shakers to join in. Its great fun. One lady in the jam has an
ecstatic experience, and in her ecstasy she says something like

"we have a lover in our life so that we can experience god, because god is
a person, and through connecting deeply with people in a loving way, we
connect deeply with god.".

Sculptures....

Dad says


"I don't like it, its been spoiled. "

I look at it. It has changed. It has lost its shine. It has become
more dull, and the surface looks unfinished, it looks all bumpy.

It looks small. It looks the size of a hand. Interestingly, it looks
the shape of a hand, and the coloring has changed, it has this brown
look to it.


"It ought to go outside.." Dad says. I know what he means, but I don't
think it will get noticed outside. I explain to him my reasoning for
wanting it indoors and my hope that it will lead on to more work in
the future.


"What were you thinking?" He says, "You must have been under enormous
pressure,.."

James is listening to him,

"Dad is right, its no small ask"

"This is one of the few sculptures that you could really show to people, and you have gone and wasted it..."

I look at what it has become. It looks kind of like many hands all
waving, perhaps the arms of Shiva.

I also see how it can be mounted outside, there is this circular hole
in its base that it needs fixing on to.

James says that he will polish it up again, and make it look nice.

I feel I have perhaps made a grave error,  judging from what my dad is
saying to me.

Chased

I am being chased. These people are after me. I think they are police.
They want to arrest me, and will find any excuse to do so. I run to
get away. I have to jump over some walls and hide in a back garden.

The red haired Woman, The Crazy Women and the Full Size Mask.

I meet this woman who has red hair. She is depressed, and miserable.
She has come to me for one thing; she has a passion for sex, and
thinks she can satisfy her needs from me. I sense this is the case
with her, as her body language is saying it all. Also, curiously, the
colour of her hair changes when she wants sex really badly, it
develops this deep red color and has a shine to it. I don't know how I
know this, but my instincts say this is true.

 I hold her, and we get really close, as I also have been craving
intimacy. We feel one another's bodies and before we know it we are in
bed together. As soon as we have finished she quickly gathers up her
things and leaves, she doesn't want to talk about it that much. She
doesn't want to develop emotional ties. Perhaps she already has other
potential partners in mind, or perhaps she is ashamed of her lack of
commitment to 'being' in a relationship, I don't know.

---

I meet this group of women who self mutilate themselves.

They have all gone crazy.

They all live in this strange hall in the city. They all have
boyfriends who have been involved with the self mutilation to some
degree, but also they act as an anchor to their partners so that they
don't kill themselves.

This one girl in the group has gone particularly crazy. She is
carrying a sharp scalpel and is slashing everyone who gets even close
to her, and has this time decided to completely dis-member her self -
she cuts one of her arms off, and then starts on one of her legs, her
boyfriend is in despair but whenever he gets close she slashes out at
him and cuts him up too.  All the other members of the mutilation
group know now that she has had enough of her life and wants to take
it. There is nothing they can do to convince her otherwise. They warn
people (like me) not to get too close to her.


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I meet rich. He is out in a large field and has marked out all these
strategic markers across the field. I'm not sure what they are about.
When I ask him he tells me they form a part of some big cosmic plan.
They are like task markers telling people what to do when they get to
them.

He tells me I have a very special task to do. It is that I have been
chosen to make a full size mask, one as big as my whole body for
ritual merging work. I am doing this with a select group of about 6
people.

The TV show

I am going to be representing the Abundance project on this TV
program. I have a number of people who I am going to be working with
on it. We are practicing the rehearsal but we don't have much time. We
have to get ready very quickly because we will be going live on air
soon. There is some famous people from the TV world who will be
hosting the show, so we will be getting many viewings.


I go into a bar just before the show starts to get a drink and some
food. A load of old sheffield friends are in there, luke, aidan,
drummer john, martin, jenny and those lot. Its great to see them. I
play them a song, and have a quick chat. We shake hands before I
leave, I give luke a hug for all of them because there is not enough
time to hug them all individually. Time to get back to the TV filming!

The Wizard and the Witch

The two armies are preparing for battle. We are on the side of the
good wizard, and we are fighting the evil witch and her orcs and
werewolf clans.

The good wizard has been put under the spell of the evil witch.  She
has put a sleeping spell on him, and he cannot get up.

We have been recruited into the battle as they desperately need help.
The forces of the werewolf clans are taking over the lands and
destroying everything.

We arrive to the battle scene on train. When we get their we are on
top of a hill looking down over a valley. We can see the armies
stretched out down on the flood plains of the valley. The werewolf
clans have set up camp on the banks of the river and they have taken
many hostages. The good wizards clan are up on the side of the valley.

We see the evil witch kidnap the good wizard, using her sleeping
magic. No one though she had the power to do this, but the good wizard
is getting old and his magic is loosing its power.

We have to call upon the good wizards magical horse to come and rescue
him. We see this enormous horse galloping across the landscape to come
to his aid, but he arrives too late and the witch has already taken
away the wizard to a locked up chamber.

We have to plan how we are going to rescue the wizard. His magical
horse will help us, that's for sure. He is so powerful.


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I meet a french girl at the end of this dream who tells me some really
important information about what to do and where to go but I forget
it.

A classic Extraction Dream...

I'm at a gathering of some sort, I remember lots of my friends being
there, everyone.. Somewhere in the middle of the party I fall
and use my hands to stop me hurting myself, the palm of my left hand
gets grazed quite badly, and I have to give it a wash.

 I take some photos of anne marie, and show them to her. Her face is
shape shifting from photo to photo, it is very curious.  I show her,
and she remarks that she can do this with photos; make her eyes shift
subtly from place to place.

We are cooking huge quantities of food for everyone there. I decide to
roast some veg, and so I get a huge roasting tray, cut up loads of
vegetables, and then pour lots of oil over them. The roasting tray has
a hole in the bottom corner which I didn't know was there, and now the
oil starts dripping out onto the floor. It goes from dripping out to
pouring out, and I rush to find a container to hold the oil in. The
first thing I grab is the package that I got the oil out of in the
first place, but this seems to have ripped, and it fills this, begins
pouring out over where it ripped and continues pouring over the floor.
I grab another container, this time a little more solid, but still
with a small hole in it, and I manage to stop the rest of the oil
spilling onto the floor. I definitely put too much oil on them... But
also, it seems like now there is more oil than when I opened the
packet and poured it on, as if it has magically increased.

I don't know what to do with the oil. Now its opened in a container it
will go off quicker and it will keep dripping as well. I need to put
it somewhere where it can be stored. I decide to put it in the
freezer. I open the freezer, a huge industrial sized thing, but there
is not enough room in it for the oil. I manage just about to rearrange
things and squeeze it into a little corner.

I notice that the cut on my left hand is getting worse and when I look
close there are little wood lice burrowing into the wound. This is not
good. If I don't get them out they could get right inside me and then
I will never get them out. I blow the wound hard which dislodges a
few, and then I carefully pick out a few with my fingers. Some of them
I have to wash out. They are burrowed deep within the muscle tissue. I
carefully inspect the wound and check that there are non left.

dancing in the sunlight

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Raven

I am with my dad. We are sat in the Kitchen. Out of the window, suddenly, I see a really big black bird fly across the sky.

"a raven! look! "

It has gone out of view. We hear it craoke croak ... 

"its definitely a raven" my dad says... "only ravens make that sound.


I see it again in view, big black bird with a long beak, flying slowly across the sky. It has feathers in its beak. Big black feathers that it is carrying somewhere...

The party and the false accusation

I'm at a friends house in a big posh part of town. Its a huge house
with big rooms and expensive furniture. It has a nice expansive
garden.

The house next door is having a house party. The parents are away, and
the kids have taken over.  At first it all seems fairly safe party
activity but as the evening progresses, more dodgy characters turn up.
From the back garden it looks to me like there are a bunch of people
who are stealing things, and causing trouble. At first I ignore it but
then when I feel sure that there is trouble going on I feel I have to
ring the police.

I phone them and tell them what is happening. I then try to keep
myself hidden. I am hiding in a tree keeping an eye on what's going on
but two of the guys next door see me. I don't think they suspect
anything from me but its hard to say.

Somehow or other I end up in the party myself. I find out that
actually there isn't any theft going on, and I am going to have to
explain to the police when they get here that its a false alarm.


Music is going on in one of the big downstairs rooms; there's a big
grand piano with a man, his wife and their son playing some songs
together.  We have to go in to make a recording so we stop them and
all join together to sing some songs.  In the next door room a few of
my friends are working on making a model head, modeled on one of my
friends. She is stood in the room topless, and chatting away while the
others make adjustments to the model head.

Family mugwort

I'm back at home. I'm talking to my dad about how to help Matthew and
John.  I think that shamanic healing may be able to help. I
want to talk to my dad about this but can't bring myself to because I
know what he will think. John has fallen asleep in the back room with
the windows wide open. I go in there and close the window and wake him
up. He is cold and drunk.

We go outside. My dad has moved back the front garden wall, back to
where it originally was, so as to create more space on the drive for
stoney things. He is out at the front and is harvesting mugwort to
give to me.

 ----

I'm with my family on holiday. We are staying in this huge house,
there are loads of rooms and I am exploring them all.

Matthew is with us, and we have some serious chats.

I meet up with a bunch of guys and we play these ball games, and end
up having a play fight. Its great fun.

Nougat from the Hives

I meet T. I have not met her in person before, but remember her from
skype. She has come over to the uk to continue her anthropology. She
spends the night in my bed, and in the morning its such a nice
surprise to see her. She kisses me on the lips. I wonder what k will
think. I give her a caress and pull her too me, enjoying the feel of
her body in my arms.
She slept in nearly all her clothes, me nearly all naked, and she is
surprised that I am not cold. She has been cold through most of the
night. I tell her about my unusual body heat- that I'm nearly always
warm, and very tolerant of the cold.

I am not sure where we are waking up, and I tell her this. For some
reason when I met her the night before, I could not remember which way
home, and to which home we had traveled. Now its the morning and I see
we have spent the night at my parents.
I show her my mbira, and play her a little tune.

I want to show her all my books on shamanism. I know she will find
them interesting. I pick out the best 4 or so of them (I notice I have
a load of extra books from richard about chinese mythology and
spirituality - taoist books, which I have not looked at yet and they
look really interesting!) and begin to show her, but she is hungry and
wants to eat breakfast, so we get up and go downstairs. I introduce
her to my parents.

She can speak a few different languages. We go out for a walk to a
shop and we meet S. He is giving a talk outside, he is wearing a
brown leather, and T is wearing very similar clothes. They talk in a
different language than english together. I think it may be spanish.

S talks about bridge. He says he was born in 1923, and I remark
that this was the same year granny was born. He talks about something
happening in 1944 as well.

He has brought along this interesting food. It is something from the
hives. It tastes like nougat. It is delicious, chewy and sweet and
tastes super nourishing. I cram some big bits in my mouth.  S tells us to divide it out amongst ourselves. We do, and everyone gets
to take a big bit home with them.