A bat in the bathroom, to be flushed down, long and thin fiber protruding from the body, maybe a whisker, I don’t have to be afraid.
Another dream, there is a mouse, aggressive,toting a small gun, but so inoffensive looking. I try to flush it as well, severe his head.
Flushing animal with struggling. There is a toilet dimension, clogged toilets everywhere.
Figures of communal toilets arise, a bench in a room with many holes.
Then we go into a museum. A copy of the Third Reich of Dreams is there, together with alcohol and disinfectants, the communist symbol and a drawer with no bottom. Facing the Abyss.
I carried a baby into a large fast food restaurant and found out she has soiled herself. There was nowhere to wash her and I soiled my hands trying to get her clean. I used small paper napkins. I was afraid people would see us. I started looking at the food but then realized I had left the car parked with only 2hour ticket and was afraid the police would remove the car.
A motorcycle, a black bay with no face, better with a black face that is not a face, like a void. An abyss connected to the previous drawer.
Where the abyss takes us?
I am with a girlfriend I haven’t seen in a while, we used to be competitive with each other, in the dream she very harsh and I panic, the old ways come back again and I get unpleasant feelings coming from her.
I am sleeping and I hear someone walk nearby, I don to know where but close. It’s my dead grandpa who says you only have ten minutes, without using his voice.
Armies and uniforms come into the dream world, desert camouflage.
There is a ghost on our the way up the mountain. I am with my parents, friends and my ex wife. The ghost is a woman, statue like, green glowing, she say my ex wife will be dead by Sunday. We decided to go down.
The Statue of Liberty is green. Symbolizes freedom. So is the toilet, the freedom to be alone, the freedom to let go.
Time. There is no time. Time is the obstacle. 10 minutes. By Sunday.
German tourists want to go up an Himalayan mountain too fast and they get sea sick. Fast, time, we are in a rush.
The Hungry Ghost is the entity than can never be fed. Never satisfied. Symbolizes the addiction.
Where is the slower time dimension? The virus slowed us down but our minds keep racing. I miss being competitive. I am in a dream in a yoga class and we are not ready. A guy flies in, he waits but as the waiting extends he had enough and flies away.
I am looking for a girl with no face, no name, no number who can bring me a higher love.
There is this desire to be more and not confront the nothingness or our abysmal lack of face.
El Capitan, a mask from Commedia dell’Arte, is summoned. Do you know anything about him? He is a soldier full of himself. El Capitan is also in Yosemite. As nobody visit the park animals started to roam again, free.
——-Reflection——-
When you take away your clothes, your name, your face, your hunger, your competitors when you are a bottomless drawer. What is left of you? Who are you?
What are we bringing home from this flight into the matrix?
Many thread spring from the matrix. There is gratitude for spending the Sunday in such a way, exploring our inner world of connections.
There is lamentations, hard to find threads, hard to connect dreams. We live in pixelated Zoom reality, we are fragmented and the feeling of no time exaggerate the urge to connect.
Back into my body, back into being an animal cleaning up the mess through the armies, through the ghosts, all symbols of the death that surrounds us.
There is a desire to integrate between ego and spirit, to let go of competition, to be able to let go like going to the toilet.
Time. Taking more time before going back to the city. Trying to hold on into stillness
Time to experience life better, like a flower that needs time to bloom.
I am excited by meeting people, by creating bridges and connections. I want more of this.
There is desire for intimacy, in a space that accelerate connection there is the risk of falling into confusion.
The horizon of Coronavirus is impossible to ignore. Right in front of us. We will have to learn how to deal with it, instead of pretending that one day it will go away.
The pandemic has the language of war and armies. The invasion, the front lines, we are at war. Why are we always so competitive? Us or them.
There are operative suggestion. To keep the dreaming matrix shorter, and the reflection longer. Maybe turning off the camera during the dreaming matrix.
There is a huge activity in the social dreaming community. The groups on facebook are very active, there is frenzy, so many SD it’s hard to keep track. Sometimes I wish I was more mindful about who I connect with.