KThis Mahler guy has kidnapped me before and tortured.

He has a pit in the basement with water—like a small pool almost like a hot tub or baptism pool in a corner—shallow. It is in the foundations of a new building on top of which the lakehouse will be moved.

I see the Lakehouse being flown through the air by a helicopter and landed on this huge basement foundation as though it is a sweeping shot in a movie.

There is something with mama making cookies a, a big cookie and little ones not for eating—for animals to eat, in a tin at the lakehouse (the house is really different)

After the house is moved in the basement I am with a bunch of people who are gathered there to see a demonstration by this man of his new creation. They are all official looking people—government people probably. Then all of a sudden the dummies start to come alive on the conveyor belt and he called them the “new summer or spring model” and there is a reference to their wastefulness. I thought that I had gotten a message off—I called to leave a message, but was waiting through this long recording on the other end, someone came to try and get me off the phone but I made them go away and I was still listening to this woman’s recorded voice. When the dummies came alive I finally got through and was able to leave a message to say that I had been kidnapped, the lakehouse was moved, his names, he is a scientist, about the dummies and to please come find me. Then he cuts in and says that my call didn’t go through but I think that he is wrong because in all the chaos I think that is person has probably forgotten to block my call. He says something about “just like it happened last time” as in a reference to the last time he had captured me and thwarted my escape was the implication.

I am running after ryan and papa who I heard say wanted to try the allstate place we go through a number of back alleys and stairs always up most of the time I cannot see them they are too far ahead but it is pretty obvious where to go. I finally come out onto a big streey and head to the right where after a little ways up the hill I see the building open up and the blue allstate sign. There are big glass doors with different signs on all of them certain entrance and exits for certain people, I have come right up in front of ones I assume are for the employees whey have pics of fish and baskets (like old timey looking) maybe even a rod too and say ” exit” or enter. I see my parents, ryan, and lisa and doug inside so I go in this entrance and hope no one notices (there are other people who use these doors who don’t really look like they work there but I don’t understand the word). When I go inside they are all in line at a deli counter to order papa and mama have just finished the yarns are a little ways away and ryan is at the counter. As papa walks away he says ok ryan and sarah are up next. I look up at the “menu” to see a really pretty chalk hand written board with some drawings on it too and all kinds of different things. 2 of the boards on the right side and the middle have most of their writing faded out you can still read them but know they aren’t availible and just a few things remain in their bold writing. The things on these board, at least the right one seem to be mostly services like shave spa treatments etc and I hear a lady say disappoinedly that what she had wanted was not todays special. Then the left board is drinks mostly and my dad mentions flavored milk which I am interested in and start scanning the boards for-i am thinking of french sodas like with toriani syrup. I cabt seem to see anything like this so I ask him and he says herbal milk and points to where it is it is milk infused with different vitamins and herbs each to effect a different healing note-immunity stress etc there are picts of milk jugs with the different herbs on and around the cartons with the name of the ailment it helps with written in beautiful cursive below (looks a lot like the pistoulett book) I just can’t find what I want but papa says there is no hurry and ryan hasn’t gotten anything yet either. Mama walks up next to me and says that papa can’t get enoug of the shrimp. I had noticed the case before had a lot of raw fish like sushi style in it and hadn’t looked much further. For the first time now I noticed a woman behind the counter, a few actually and mama asked for shrimp the lady says that because she used most of her credit earlier she can only give her a few so she picks up 3 shrimp and is about to put them on mamas plate after giving them a thouogh dip in cocktail sauce when she drops them into a large champagne glass with ice in the bottom of it smiling hands it to mama and says how much more special it become when put in a champagne glass. In the meantime papa has gotten another full shrimp cocktail and mama is eating hers right down and laughs with him about the glass with her 3 shrimp. (during all this somewhere I gather that the way you pay is right up front you buy credits like a certain amount for $10 and that will get you whatever ryan only got a minimal amount thank goodness I thought when I heard how the system was done) then I watch at the counter a kid and mom getting a chicken kabob for the kid- they want $10 or credits worth so the lady says maybe 2 1/2 off then? And knocks off 2 pieces of chicken weighs it and it is still over she knocks off a veggie and its over still then cuts the next large piece in half and wieghs it. The machine goes crazy! It lights up and says perfect credit amount or within credit limit and has little light blinking around it. Then I gathered the idea was if that happened you take it yourself and a sticker prints out and everything for you to finish up the rest on your own.

l am with a bunch of girls out in a park. We are all comparing dresses. One girl’s dress is very old and tattered, but she loves it; it’s green, short, and sort of a patchwork design, a fairytale dress. Another girl has a short, shift dress that has a painted flower design on the front that she “has had forever” and loves no matter what other people think. I am wearing one similar to the latter but with a spiral type design and it is a different color (one is orange and one blue.) Mine is much newer and everyone keeps complementing me on how beautiful I look! I am a little embarrassed and try to shift focus to the other girls, saying how nice their dresses are. 

We all decide to head back to where we are staying. We are crammed in a living room. Lots of guys and girls—everyone is having lots of fun and talking–it is like a pajama party. I look and see that it is 6:30 am suddenly and suggest that we head to bed. As everyone is getting up I start to look for my glasses and find them, under the area where a rather plump African-American girl had been sitting. I put them on and I can’t see through them at all–I start trying to bend them into shape but one of the lenses pops out! There is a whole pile of glasses in front of me and I start sorting through them hoping to find mine, even though I know mine are the ones I already found. There are sun glasses, army “birth control” glasses, all different kinds of nerdy looking ones, my broken pair, and finally, I see a pair that don’t look too bad- kind of like a really old pair I used to have.

Everyone has gone to bed by this point but a Military man who is the head of the “hostel” comes in and asks if I had seen some guy he was supposed to meet with, I had not. A few minutes later a different man comes in asking for “the Major,” I tell him where he is, and after he leaves the guy that the Major was initially asking for comes in. They are discussing some matter of great importance and after the guy leaves, the Major gets groups of the kids up and starts sending them out to find some girl who is being chased down by what can only be described as a ninja.

I am there with her, as someone else and as her at times (both of us are dark haired and look sort of Hispanic.) When I see us from afar, we are wearing all black except one of us carries a huge red bag with what I assume to be some kind of necessary supplies.  At one point one of us is being dragged along on top of it sliding down the path. We are running away in the city, up streets, then at the top we go down around a tight curve (to the right) into this Japanese style terraced garden. The ninja is right behind us and he finally starts talking to us, we have been wondering this whole time why he’s after this girl.

Ours were the wrong color...

I am in the parking lot of a mutual friend’s apartment compex.  Some old friends and I have just returned from a long road trip and we are trying to find a parking space for my SUV.  One of my friends parks out in front of a commercial area (shops etc.)  There is a group of  hispanic men out front — one of the men comes up as we are getting out of the car and says that we have the wrong permit to park there. (We have an orange/coral colored sticker but the spaces here are marked as yellow/gold.) So I offer to move the car while the guys go in–my friend has left the keys in the car (I was worried for a moment that it might get stolen if he had left it that way.)  When I get in the car I have to turn a credit card type ”key” to start it that is very fimsy– I  finally get it to work and I start to move the car. 

I see the 4 spaces that the men told me about up towards the front (after being fooled by some orange marked ones that I almost turn into.)  I turn into one of the correct spaces but am really crooked because I took the turn at the last minute.  I decide to reverse and start again.  I reverse just a tad and when I try to put it in drive again I am still moving backwards. I can’t get it to go forward!  Even tough I am going very slowly I worry that I will hit someone so I brake and stop.  I get out and decide I will just try and push the car into the spot since its not that far away. However, when I look up, almost all the spaces are full now and the whole area is bustling with people.

I start to push this “car” up and down to find a space but none of them are the right color for my permit. A man is in front of some type of vending stand and points out some spaces to me.  One is too small and the rest aren’t the right color and there aren’t even many of those left.  So this nice black man tells me that he may know somewhere that I can park my wheelchair.  When I look down, I see that what I’ve been pushing around is a motorized black box of sorts that could be seen as a wheelchair. So he goes into a nearby shop and calls to the owner, a very friendly black lady, who comes out and says that she has a place that it could go and to bring it inside.

We talk as I carry it in and down some steps.  We walk around and down ramps/stairs (like in a very wide spiral) to this big room in the basement and I am surprised at how lightweight it is. She tells me I can set it down next to a regular black chair there, so I do,  she walks over to turn a light on. When she turns the light on I see that I have set down this beautiful little black wheelchair that is decorated with glass beading and feathers!

It is so beautiful...!

An older white man comes into the room to join us and she (who is now a young white woman who is very “goth” looking with dyed hair) says this is her father.  They ask me where I got the wheelchair and I say my ex gave it to me.

Then the dream splits:

“The best image”

In one part I am headed back up the stairs/ramps with the girl to go back to find my friends, I am looking at all this beautiful artwork the whole way up, and I am asking her if its ok if one of them picks up  the chair later.  She gives me the store hours…

In the other part I stay in the basement with the man – he is asking me all about the chair. He is also telling me about other artwork and objects that are there. We end up looking at some images, pictures on the walls of this big round room, and he is explaining them. He says that, in art, in symbols, generally the all black colored figure is an image symbolizing bad whereas the all white colored image is an image symbolizing good. Then he says that what people usually don’t know is that a black figure with a bright white outline or white light around it is the best image there is–it symbolizes the very best.

Then he shows me this piece that is a sort of spiral cut into the ground in the center of the room it is very 3-D looking then it rises up and begins to spin very slowly and rainbow colors start to shine all through it.

The Rainbow Spiral

I am completely mesmerised.

the little girl

I am visiting some sort of amusement park/hotel when up at the front desk I see a group of Japanese tourists come to check in and basically drop their little girl with the lady at the booth and walk away.  She starts to follow them and almost loses sight but sees where they take a sharp right turn behind some big planters. She and I follow with her pushing the child in its high chair stroller (wooden and old fashioned).

I follow along. At some point I had been talking with this young woman, we exchange glances about how glibly the parents dropped this child with her. I am at first a good ways behind, watching as she runs the child down a tiny flight of stairs instead of taking a ramp…it make me a bit nervous but it turns out fine. They continue down this concrete sidewalk that is lined with trees,  like a botanical garden–almost a rainforest area, where I can only assume the parents went too.

 The child is getting irritated and the woman tries giving her her bottle (sort of like a tall sippy cup) which she throws. I go and pick it up, it seems to have some kind of very thick chocolate milk in it.  Then she tries out the pacifier which doesn’t work.  At some point the bottle gets thrown again and as my back is turned I am seeing from someone else’s eyes as this child slips from its highchair and right down a flight of stairs headfirst! However at the bottom of the stairs she is fine.  The woman and I are both laughing, relieved and amazed, and myself out of sheer nerves.

 She gets the child back in the highchair again and we continue on when somehow she is out of her seat again and I see her headed for the top of another flight of stairs, I feel like I’m going to lunge to try to grab her because she is sort of slowing down. But as she reaches the edge, suddenly she trips and goes hurtling sideways, like a rag-doll, down the steps to this sort of screened in wooden viewing platform at the bottom. She lands on her back and is struggling to get up.(At this point she is a little Caucasian child with light brown hair, not Japanese anymore.)

Such steep wooden stairs!

Like bones in a bat's wing...

I see her as though I am right next to her. At first it looks like she is not moving at all then I see the bone in her right arm is split in half.  I can see the bone pushing, stretching  inside her skin like the bones within a bats wing.  At first I actually think her shoulder is disconnected but then you can see the break is farther down. I realize I have been watching her for too long and she really shouldn’t be moving like that so I go flying down the stairs to her to see theextent of the injury and make her stop moving.

thin, white bones

When I get down to her I can see when she lifts up her body, the back of her shoulder is just bleeding slightly but very thin,white bones that almost look like a snakes ribs, or bird bones are protruding out all over.

 It is extremely disturbing and I say to her that she must be still.  Instead of the resistance I am expecting,  she seems to calm down and says “okay.”  I am lying there on the floor with her,  partly on top of her, still seeing those bones.  I feel more and more dismal about her chances to live and I wake with a panic…

 

transformation

This is an active imagination drawing that I did with this dream a while after I had it…

Stark, sharp concrete tunnels

The whole time, I am trying to find a beast in underground culverts and passageways.

It is swimming in the water but I am walking around the edges of the water looking in trying to figure out where and what it is. It seems that I am trying to locate this creature is in an attempt to prove an old man’s innocence. He has been accused of catching this creature, it is a protected animal of sorts-a “numinous” creature it is called a number of times…

I see a silhouette under the water

First, I see part of it outlined underneath the water while I am standing on the cement sidewalk next to the water, from this sihouette I believe at first that it is a large fish or shark of somekind.

The peach scales breach the waters surface

Next, I see its whole body arch up and back under the water, it looks almost scaly and very pale, almost without pigment but slightly irridecent.

So at this point I believe it is a snake or some kind of lake monster.

Finally, I am in the water, it swims right next to me and I can get a much better look. Under the water it is harder to tell it’s color, since the water is like North Carolina lake water, but I can see very distinct rings on it like on an earthworm and a collar-like ring up near the head. It is a huge swimming earthworm but it is a beautiful peach irridescent color with tiny scales. It moves so gracefully in the water and I am not afraid of it at all or of being in this murky water. I even forget why I have come to find it, I am just enjoying watching it swim around me.

Swimming with the Numinous earthworm

Then when I wake up I turn on the tv, “What’s New Scooby-Doo?” is on the screen. It is a scene in some episode where they are in an underground cave with a cult of giant worm worshipers!? 

 

In a cave with the worm worshippers

 

With the Doctor and Rose Tyler

I am with Doctor Who and Rose trying to find some beast that is living in a lake. (At times in this section around the lake I actually am Rose as well.) It is very a creepy, dark landscape with rocky cliffs all long the edges of the lake. A lot of the landscape almost looks man-made but it is in ruins. These man-made features look ancient and are mostly stone–stairways, columns, and doorways.

The Doctor jumps into the water even though Rose and I are begging him not to. He says it will be “ok” and to watch for disturbances on the surface in order to find the creature. I look out at the water a number of times–it is as still as glass but every now and then I do see a faint outline of a very light colored, almost shark-like, silhouette under the waters surface.

The sonic screwdriver

Finally, after calling for the Doctor for a few more minutes we continue up the path to a small covered area (it looks almost like a wishing well). There is a little stone-walled pond with fish swimming around in it. Suddenly, I see the faint reflection of an old man in the “water.”  This man isn’t physically here with us so in an attempt to make the image clear I use the Doctors sonic screwdriver on the pond’s surface.  As I do,  the still, clear water begins to crackle into a mirror consistency and we can see this old man as clear as day.

 As I am trying to talk with the old man I keep having to pull the screwdriver away or cover the light from it a bit as more and more people begin to walk by. They look a little suspicious every now and then but they mostly seem to be going about their evening routine. Whenever the light from the screwdriver is shaded in any way the scene of the old man crackles away little by little. Whenever the old man is visible he is giving us clues about how to find the beast and how to stop the people who let it out. The last thing he says is that they have 3 times more Murano glass to use (for what I do not know)…

3 times more

I see a big, nasty spider type animal with large white fangs crawling on the ceiling over the bed my husband and I are sleeping in.  I see that it is a little ways across the room then it runs very quickly towards our side of the room.  It stops directly over me and suddenly drops down right in the bed…!!!.. From where it was on the ceiling it should have landed right on my neck–I didn’t feel it land so I try and stay calm for a second – I know that it cannot really hurt me but my gut reaction gets the best of me. I wake with a start and am protecting my neck from a bite.

with big white fangs

Later, in another dream I am trying to figure out what exactly it was because I didn’t remember seeing legs on this “spider.”  In speaking to my husband (in the dream) he didn’t remember any legs either so we come to the conclusion that they may have been camouflaged somehow–I also get a much better picture of how very bulbous it was and that it was not hairy but it was a  speckled brown in color (except for the big white fangs).

I am with my father, one of my oldest friends, my cousin, and a whole big group of people on a large ferry boat going on a tour through Atlanta.  I am pointing out to my husband the merchandise and apparel marts, specifically the bridges connecting them.  I hear the guide make some reference to how old the top bridge is. 

A river through Atlanta

We keep going out into a body of water that seems like the Ocean but I think it is a just a huge lake with lots of  big waves.  The boat keeps rocking, we are on an upper deck.  We almost get knocked off the deck by a big wake from the other boats driving around, then another one hits and I do get knocked off but just barely manage to hang on and pull myself back on board!

not going with the flow

We pull away from the vendor and keep getting hit with these big waves; water is crashing up and over the side of the boat.  We are trying to bail the water out.  We keep going and head into a little inlet; it is very green and has lots of trees—like in the North Carolina mountains. 

The boat is sinking now, it keeps taking on water. It finally sinks within inches of the water , everyone gets out of the boat,  the boat flips over and so the water empties out. We turn the boat back over and try to get back in but it keeps filling back up with water.  This keeps happening, even though we make it a little farther each time, we finally give up.  I tell everyone that we will just try it again some other time (almost like I am in charge.) We get everyone and the boat out of the water — I tell them to do something with the boat. We are at some kind of camp/campground.

          I am somewhere in a cavern, at this same camp, talking to one of my oldest friends(the same one from earlier) about the boat and how we were having so much trouble with it. I am asking him about his and if he had been having the same kind of trouble. He asked if (or I had the realization that) maybe the boat had a hole in it somewhere that we couldn’t see.  So I left and went to find a couple of the guys from the boat. Two looked vaguely familiar; one had a Hispanic sounding name  and the other had a very stereotypical African American name (I don’t remember either one’s exact name though).  I kept getting their names wrong, even after the first time when I had to be reminded, and I felt bad because someone in the boat earlier kept on doing that and brushing it off saying something like “it doesn’t matter they all sound alike anyway.” I was embarrassed because I didn’t want anyone to think that I thought that way too.

I asked the guys to go find the boat, by their correct names, they are running all over and can’t find it anywhere, then the Hispanic boy comes up to me and says he thinks he may remember where they put it so I say, jokingly, “Well, go find it!” and I call them by the wrong name, again, and someone corrects me.  They come back with the boat finally, they had dry docked it somewhere (which is good but I was sort of upset too because if they had put it in the water we would know right away if there was a hole because it would have leaked water and maybe sunk which would have been okay because then we would know right away what the problem was). 

I am about to get them to put the boat in the water when someone stops me and tells me to bring it into this little workshop area (a white vinyl tent with dirt floors).  We put it up on a stand (looks like 2 sawhorses). It is this little speedboat and it has 2 antique, colonial, and very organic looking straps attached that had been used to carry it.  A relative of mine and a friend of ours from high school are there and they are going to go over the boat with some fancy equipment to find out what is wrong with it. 

There is what looks like a little robot underneath where the engine is. It is supposed to look over everything and report back to a computer the findings.  We are all looking at this robot.  The robot is really small, it is white and blocky looking with a rectangular head and black features. It has blocky arms with big black clamps for hands.  At one point it sticks it’s whole head into where the engine is and there is some kind of molton view that shows up on the computer screen—like orange and red plasma, very strange. I keep saying that I know the problem must be a hole, it is an older boat and that is the only explanation for it.  However, they insist on using the robot, they say that it will fix that and anything else that may be wrong, and that it isn’t that old of a boat.

The robot inspecting the boat and reporting with molton plasma