Here’s a sample of some of
the wonderful things I see in my dreams.
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I’m walking through a
luscious green garden, overflowing with low shrubs that are rich with foliage.
I appear to be in a spacious green house, and I notice that it is dark outside.
I assume it is night time. I’m on a greyish cobblestone pathway that winds its
way through the bushes.
I glance ahead of me and
am startled to see an older, heavier set woman dressed in garb that reminds me
of Obi Wan Kanobi. She has short grey hair hanging in loose curls around her face and fair skin that is mildly
wrinkled. She is holding a strange
looking apparatus collecting reddish-brown creatures that are pickle-sized and
look like a cross between a slug and a squid. She currently has a creature sucked
up in what appears to be a vacuum nozzle hooked up to a dark chocolate colored
carpet bag. 4 inch tentacles are waving around at the tip of this nozzle. She
looks up at me, also surprised to see me. (If you’ve ever seen the movie Epic,
this woman’s device reminds of the fairy-capturing machine M.K.’s father used.)
As we stare at one another
we slowly begin to back track in our steps. As I step back I peer down towards
my left foot as something catches my eye. At first I don’t recognize what it
is, and then I stand there beginning to disbelieve what my eyes are seeing. It
looks like a small, Smurf-sized snowman made out of rounded, grey stones
instead of snow. It has HUGE innocent looking eyes looking up at me. This
troll-like creature is wearing a cute dress in the colors of baby blue and
pink. As I search my mind for the name to call this little creature I begin to
realize that more and more of the more of them are popping out from under the
shrubs and surrounding me.
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Now the other woman is
beginning to approach me, curious to know what these little creatures are. Next
I am caught off guard as these PipKins (YES! That’s their name. PipKins!!) commence
to de-materialize into spheres of different colored lights. The balls of light
begin crawling (if light could crawl) up my body and under my clothes. I know
if these entities were insects I’d be squirming as they touched my skin.
However I was starting to feel energized instead.
I now notice that my feet
are no longer in contact with the ground and I am feeling lighter and lighter.
Am I actually floating? I look down at the older woman, whose blank look transforms
into one of fright. I observe that the spheres of light are now rings and sparks
orbiting my physical form. There is also the outline of a pentagram contained
within a circle imprinted on my palms. Light energy is flowing out of my palms
and energizing the greenery below me as I fly light Peter Pan over the bushes
and other plants in this enormous greenhouse.
I land lightly at the far
end of this glass encased paradise amused and delighted at the experience I
just had, wondering if I could do it again. I am curious.
