Dream: Take the Rainbow

I was in a school room—my second grade classroom, to be exact, but it was a high school class. We had a substitute teacher who was taking over for Mr. Pike (high school teacher), but it was a very small class. The sub, a short, kind of round black lady had handed out these magazines we were supposed to read.

In the magazine, there were pictures of a factory in China where people had been tied to their work stations with barbed wire, but a strange heat had swept through, blackening everything and killing everything, but leaving the general shapes intact. Kind of like Pompeii, except they weren’t encased, the bodies were just hardened and desiccated at the same time.

There was another picture of cattle that had been tied to bars before the heat swept over them, and one was pulling at the rope, the front of its body low to the ground, its legs straining.

Everyone in the class seemed to be quite affected by the pictures, so much so that we didn’t want to do the exercise associated with them. The substitute teacher said there was an activity we could do with the class guinea pig, to cast a protective spell around it. I searched the classroom to find the spell we were supposed to perform, but I couldn’t find it. The sub began to write “Sorry about the guinea pig…” on the chalkboard over its cage.

There was a door in the wall where the windows should have been (if the front of the classroom was North, the wall was West-facing), but it would not open. People in the room started to worry that the heat that had destroyed the place in China would destroy us as well, because we couldn’t get out of the room, and we were trapped even though we weren’t tied down.

The sub teacher kept writing things on chalkboards throughout the room, and she said we could make a portal in the wall and take a rainbow out of the room (though it seemed she meant out of the world) if the heat came after us. I didn’t know how she planned to open the portal, but I felt like she knew a lot more about what was going to happen than she was letting on.

Interpretation: Survival is a red chakra kind of issue, and were going to end up leaving the guinea pig (animal nature) behind if we left on a rainbow. We were also getting out of the classroom, which is often used to describe the Earth (I suppose it could be considered a classroom, but not from a seventh density perspective). The rainbow here seems to be a chakra reference as well, and by activating the chakras we could experience a higher plane.

If D.W.’s assertion that people of other races represent the subconscious is correct, then the substitute teacher/my subconscious was attempting to show me how to ascend, in a way.

I also think it was a bit of advice not to get caught up in my job (like the people in the factory, who suffered the same fate as the tied cattle), which is a real time suck that occupies a great deal of my attention. I have been practicing feeling happiness, even when I run over the back of my heel with a cart or cut up my hands on boxes, but I haven’t been putting as much attention toward meditating or stilling the conscious mind.

Dream: Of Wind and Deer

I was at my mom’s, but we were living in our old house (my aunt’s house). We were cleaning in the garage and there was a really strong wind that blew in and lifted me right off my feet. If I concentrated, the wind became stronger until I was lifted to the rafters. I called to my mom to look, and she kind of laughed, but it wasn’t a big deal.

Later we were looking out at the backyard, but I’m not sure from where, because it was higher than the house and I couldn’t see any windows. I saw a deer in the backyard, a fawn, back by the fence under the pine trees

. After a few moments, I saw the body of the deer’s mother on the other side of the fence, a bloody wound on her throat where she’d been shot.

I didn’t understand how someone could just kill something like a deer and then just leave it in the sun to bloat and rot. To kill for the sake of killing was a blatant cruelty to me, but knew that whoever had shot it wouldn’t think of him/herself as cruel, thinking instead that s/he was a good shot. The fawn walked around the yard, nibbling at this or that. I began to wonder how it had gotten on this side of the fence, but now it seems like one side was for those with physical bodies and the other for those without.

I wondered if the fawn would need someone to take care of it if it was going to make it.

Dream: Subliminal horror

Watching the view at my mom’s house and Joy, Barbara, Cheri and Rosanne Barr came on and Barbara Walters said she liked these days when it was just them. My mom said “Now what does that tell you?” Rosanne sat on Joy’s lap, and she said something. I expected them to cringe from her voice, and Barbara did, asking what happened to her voice, if she was sick or something.

Suddenly instead of Rosanne, it was Norm MacDonald. He said he was an Israeli freedom fighter, and then said he was responsible for this bus incident (it was in a joking manner). They showed a clip and the first time around, I could see in the school bus, and it looked like it was situated on a washed out road, and then a big wave hit it. It looked like there were kids in it when I was looking in the bus, but on the outside camera view it looked abandoned.

The next time around it looked like the bus blew up just before the wave hit, and there was a sudden flash on the screen of a subliminal sort of message. It made me feel flattened and horrified. I couldn’t move, as if great pressure was forced upon me while the subliminal picture was flashed on the screen.

I began to tell my mom to change the channel but they replayed the bus explosion, and my mom said “I can’t believe they’re showing that as a joke, that’s real.” (referring to the explosion itself) and then the subliminal picture flashed again, and again, and each time it showed, I became paralyzed and there was horrible pressure in my head and over my body. I turned away from the screen with my body when I could but I couldn’t look away from the screen. I wanted to scream, but couldn’t, and the message flickered too fast until it was all that was on the screen.

I woke myself up, heart pounding, because it was a really horrible feeling. The image was very staticky, like it wasn’t tuned in right, but it almost looked like an old photograph of Edgar Cayce. I knew it wasn’t the image that was causing my reaction, but some other sort of energy wave that was being broadcast simultaneously. When I woke up I thought that someone/thing was trying to condition me against Cayce. I felt very shaky and uneasy, like I’d just been in the presence of something I wanted nothing to do with.

Dream: When Kel Attacks

I was with my mom and we went to a store to get some snacks. At some point in it, I remembered I wasn’t going to be careless about what I put into my body anymore and looked around. We went to my cousins’ dad’s house, but my cousins were much younger. There were a lot of people standing in the driveway, mostly in their twenties , so much so that my mom had to park at a weird angle. My mom seemed pretty uncomfortable with all these people just standing around in the driveway.

A guy who seemed a lot like Kel (this is because we watched clips from Good Burger last night) leaned over to my mom’s window and asked if she wanted some Newport 100s in a box, and she said no, but he went inside to look for them anyway. The house he went into isn’t there in real life. It was a two story white house with stairs going up to the second floor, and there was a roof people could sit on halfway down the building. He came back out on the wooden steps, shaking his head in apology, and said they didn’t have any.

“I bet there are condoms though,” I said, kind of jokingly, and the guy said “Oh you know it!” and ran back in the house. He started coming back down the stairs with a bunch of unrolled, inflated condoms dangling from his hand. Someone asked about a water balloon fight, and the guy showed up again with fistfuls of condoms, but this time they were full of water, perilously stretched. I rolled up my window.

That chased off a lot of the people in the driveway, and then I saw my cousins. The house and the excess people weren’t around anymore. Kayla went to play by the shallow ditch, in which many things were swimming around, and I thought I heard her say something about the geese. I thought the geese would be swimming in the ditch, but instead someone put some skinks near the ditch, but when I looked in, I saw these long straight silvery fish.

Then my mom wanted to leave, and started going down the road, but I hadn’t hugged my cousins yet, so she pulled to the side of the road and I hugged Kayla. Then I ran back to the house (it wasn’t far) to find Rachel. She was much younger, with the long curling hair, but she was very thin, not just slender. She looked kind of withered. She didn’t seem that interested in hugging me, as she was doing something else, but I hugged her and picked her up while doing so.