Caressed by a Buffalo (?)

7:12 am Wednesday, the 14th of June, 2013. 6°C / 42°F here, West of Ottawa, (Not quite the dark side of the moon….)

—Dreamed I was a passenger in a vehicle that was being driven by a woman. We were driving in a rural setting and the driver was upset about another woman who had built a fence close to the road and complained about everybody who drove near her new fence.

My driver drove close to the fence and stopped, she’d caught her sleeve on the fence. I got out with my pocket knife and cut the fence away. The woman and the vehicle drove away leaving me to face the angry woman.

I shrugged and said, “I don’t know what this is all about, but I had to cut your fence and I’ll make it up to you.”

The woman, maybe a child of hers or two, and I went to look at her fence and couldn’t find the cut I had just made.

Then I turned around and saw a honking huge Buffalo. (brown one, not white) His or her head was at least 8 feet tall. Quite imposing. I walked up to it and patted its neck. It happily rubbed its head against mine like a cat does.

—that’s it. weird enough?

—I’m sure my dream interpreting friends can have a field day with this one.

~~~~~Jim

((( & the love of my life replied in two messages like this:
Cathi Harris commented on your status.

(1) Cathi wrote: “Hmm…need to check my spirit animal totem thing, buffalos are a powerful image”

(2) Cathi Harris commented on your status.

Cathi wrote: “When a Buffalo appears in your life, it means you are in the process of manifesting a wish or goal, don’t get angry or impatient and “force the issue” know that your determination to make it will meet with success. The Buffalo teaches us to stay grounded and reminds us that when we are on the right path it is an easy one to follow.”)))

Is Today Wednesday?

Wednesday, June 5, 2013. 9˚C @ 6 am.

I was so tired I couldn’t stay awake to do things on my “Must Do” list, made sure the animals were okay and conked out. I woke up later, tried to check email, fell asleep at the keyboard before the email actually loaded, let the insistent dog out, fell asleep a couple times before he wanted back in and gave up and went back to bed after the dog wanted back in (and I let him back in).

Waking up between dreams, I was very nicely relaxed and remembered times in areas I felt were extraordinarily therapeutic.

—Dreams of support groups, friends from the past and robot buses programmed to kill.

— 1.) [Somebody told me a couple months ago- that- when you dream you’re naked, people in your dreams rarely acknowledge that fact.] I was somewhere comfortable. a spiritual coach type approached me and said, “We’re going to pull your pants down  in public and see how feel about that. I looked up and saw a bunch of people I knew and several young boys I don’t think I’d ever seen, and a couple women I’d been attracted to. One woman was slightly affectionate. I wondered if this was karmic, If maybe in my childhood I’d been too aggressive with my affections for a young girl who might have been too young. I realized I was walking around without my pants and only a few young boys were giggling. The woman who had been affectionate said, “Not now-” when I tried to put my arm around her.

— 2.) People I’d known and worked with (from my post office days) were somewhere with me in a pleasant outdoors place. It felt like we were catching up with each other. (I remember Cindy G. and it ‘felt like’ a couple others were there, but I couldn’t see them. I told Cindy we should invite a bunch of others, including her ex-boyfriend from that time and I don’t think she was super keen on that idea.

— 3.) A bus that was programmed to drive carefully around the same route, had cameras and redundant safety circuits to ensure that no passengers were ever in danger, or were neglected… had also been secretly programmed to kill ‘targets’ on command. Somebody had discovered this and was telling me about it. We were not on the bus but I could see it moving and I was concerned about potential victims. (I don’t think I personally knew anybody who might have been targeted for assassination by bus.)

——— ehhh-

~~~~~ Jim

The Move is On

Sunday, June 2nd, 2013.  22˚C / 70˚F in the Ottawa area (from two different sources) (It’s nowhere near as Muggy  as yesterday here—)

A young boy thought I looked like Gandalf in “The Hobbit” yesterday. Last March a slightly drunk young man called out to his friends, “Hey look, it’s Dumbledoor!”

(Ouch, my neck-)

So, we didn’t know for sure until Wednesday whether we would actually be moving or not. Cathi had a job offer, & the Department of Fisheries and Oceans up here is hurting for people with her knowledge and expertise, && they wanted her there by New Years day. Um, it took them until most of the way through May to get the actual job offer in her hands and wanted us to move about a thousand miles and be ready for her to start by like, tomorrow? And then a mix up in the details of how they were going to help us move had Cathi ready to flip them the bird and call out something like, “In your dreams, Ice Holes!” But the guy who knew what he was doing, unlike most guys who know what they’re doing, was at the top of their food chain and he diplomatically whacked the person on the wrist who had told Cathi that she wasn’t going to get much help getting there.

We had a Real Estate friend come over with a chain saw and a branch pruning pole and, in yesterday’s heat, cut back some bushes, loaded a bunch of shrub prunings onto his trailer and turned my forehead red from exposure to sunlight, (I didn’t blush it this colour.)

No- we don’t live in igloos up here year round. Yes, Canadians with European colouration do get sunburns when we’re halfway to the North Pole.

———And, man, do I have a lot of dreams to tell you about. (If it’s tomorrow there are probably several of those dreams either above this message or pr-dated to get them below, closer to where they actually happened.)

——— (Busy up North),

~~~~~Jim