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