DaFuMu
for Peace -
Dreams for October 2005
Dreams from the 15th night of each month
From Olivia
Dream of Friday 14 October
2005, at around 6.15 – 6.45 am BST. I really only remember the dream from
somewhere in the middle, I think. But hey, my first real flying dream (I
think) and a lucid one at that! :)
I decide to fly towards the city
centre, because it will be quicker, and I fly, quite low over the ground, over
some shrubs and then an area where the grass has been cut with a strimmer – it
looks a bit messy, with new grass growing through cut and wet and rotting
clumps of grass – all along a river bank, or sloping ground towards water, at
any rate. It looks a bit like where water has risen, then receded. Somebody, a
female person/energy stays to my left and just behind me. She feels like a
friend, but I don’t know who (in waking life).
Next I seem to be at a café or
restaurant, and I associate this with A. (who runs an Italian café and salad
bar/restaurant in real life), I feel vaguely aware of his presence. Only the
foods seem like stodgy pasties, greasy and not very nice and I wonder that the
dream world should have worse food than in waking reality. I wonder where I.
is (his partner) but realise she is not in the dream (or dreaming at that
point).
I find myself outside a
backdoor, either in a scullery area or a back yard, and a very angry and
threatening man stands there. I pull myself up and really have a go at him, I
either yell or roar (and I have no idea what I look like or if I change into
some animal or something), and manage to intimidate him ‘down to size’. He
won’t cause any more trouble, and I leave him alone.
I go to sit in a café like room,
with my friend (from the flying, she has been with me but just out of sight,
behind me to my left, all along) and we have something to eat – I really only
notice some cups and plates after we apparently have finished. She leaves, but
I remain seated. The area seems like a ‘conservatory’ space in front of the
café or restaurant, and I have a window on my left, and more windows a table
row or so ahead of me as I sit facing outwards. Nobody else is in there. I
think that because I am lucid, if somebody does come in they won’t see me, and
I also think they will want to sit at my table, because it seems the best spot
to sit when nobody else is in there.
Two ladies in their late fifties
or early sixties appear, and sure enough, they sit down at my table (a table
for four, so they take the two seats furthest from the window). They don’t
notice me, even though they see the crockery in front of me, and where my
friend had sat opposite me. Satisfied that they could not see me, because I
was lucid and they were not, I get up and leave.
I walk outside the café place,
and it feels like a city square/park area – lots of people walking but no
traffic, and some green patches of grass and trees and lampposts.
Next I have come to an area
where many people have gathered, for a meeting or conference. These people
come from all over the world. I run into my friend Kirsi, who looks a bit pale
and her hair looks blonde (a brunette in real life). I think she feels worried
about the bird flu. The meeting or council might discuss bird flu, but I don’t
think it’s the main item on the agenda.
The space where I want to sit
has already been taken (on the ‘north’ side of a round, almost amphitheatre
like space, but flatter,) two families have spread themselves out there. The
family nearest to me looks South East Asian (or possibly South American,
although I think Asian in the dream.) I head that way anyway, and find a
narrow strip of space between the two family groups. I want to sit in that
section more than I want to find friends and familiar faces. I sit first, then
lie down. A girl child lies to my right and a man, the father of the family,
now to my right, tells me to not fall asleep, and I say I won’t. He places a
finger, or his thumb, on my mouth, very gently, and says my mouth looks
beautiful. I know that he sees my mouth as it looks in waking life. His
presence feels tender but not erotic. He says something about that he doesn’t
believe that all men are (as) bad (as I seem to believe) and I don’t reply to
that, thinking that ‘of course not’ but that my life seems a bit more
complicated than that, and also that I don’t want to argue ‘my case’. I think
that I can probably leave the past behind now.
EOD
Ilkin
15 October 2005
DaFuMu
We are on a boat to an island (one of the
Prince islands) with a female friend. We are on the boat sitting, walking
around, talking etc but I feel as we are not touching the floor or anywhere
else but move as flying very close to the floor. We are reaching the island
and everybody gets out. It is a sunny day. The island is the one where
everybody has summer houses and spends summers. We are walking up to a house
which belongs to some one we know. The woman in the house is a family friend.
When we are talking with her, we find ourselves at a hospital like place, a
kind of health facility (as we are at both places at the same time). There
are several doctors in several rooms who are ready for patients but I can’t
see any patients around. At that minute I realize that a young man, who has a
love obsession to my friend is fallowing us. He has a knife (or another
dangerous thing but not a gun). We are trying to hide from him, the personal
in the health facility are trying to stop him but he can’t be stopped. My
friend is in fear but I don’t pay such attention. Than we are finding
ourselves at the top of the health facility looking toward the green land and
the sea. Princess Margaret of England is there to visit and learn about the
facility. There is nobody speaking English and I am making translation for
her. She is correcting some of my spellings, especially how I spell the
“physic”. I am thinking it is weird because I am feeling that we are both at
the facility and the house at the same time and I am both with a female friend
and I am alone (she is also me). The man is going on fallowing me/us
everywhere. Now, the woman in the house is becoming sick. She says we have to
hurry for the last boat from the island, so we can leave the man behind. We
are hurrying to the boat walking, running and flying time to time over the
hills, the prier and the boat. We think we are safe when the boat get to open
sea. But when we are speaking with one of the captains the man appears again.
The captains and others try to stop him. We are flying all over the boat to
escape from him. I have to protect and give courage to the friend. At the end
I give up dealing with her fear and fly away from the boat to the land. The
man is behind me, leaving the friend alone. I am deciding not to run but go on
my normal way, trying to stop a taxi. I am telling about the man and the
friend to the driver while we are riding up to hill towards my house from the
sea. I am thinking if I can see the woman in the house at the island next
summer, if she can survive the season.
