Go To Ground!

 I was up at 5am which is a little late for my rhythm these days.   But that didn't hinder me.   It was not too late to go back to sleep.  

I heard this mantra, "go to ground, go to ground" and I felt the whole world collapsing into the back of my head.  Into my cerebellum, or whatever part that is.    Over and over, there was only the back of my head, the whole world folding into it and the intention of going into the ground.

Then I was dreaming.  And I was doing a podcast.  There were three of us.  But I wasn't asking the questions.  It was Zander interviewing Faingold.  They were doing fine.  I thought Zander was asking good questions.  I kept wanting to ask, but he kept asking so I was silent.  Then I couldn't hear what they were saying, either the questions or the answers.   And then they stopped sort of abruptly.  Then they left.  I was trying to get them back to the table to record.  But they didn't come back.  Then there was some sort of technical problem with my equipment. 

Then all of a sudden there was some sort of alert.  And everyone was freaking out.  It was like there was inclement weather approaching.   But it was more that inclement weather, it was more like infinite weather.  An interdimensional attack beyond our comprehension.  Imagine that.  Like that never happens...lol    I was frightened.

I'm not sure what happened next.  I remember thinking that "Go To Ground!" would be a great name for a podcast, and perhaps I should change End of the Road to Go to Ground.  Its almost the same sort of thing in a way.  Certainly, the guests could be the same...lol     But Go to Ground is like electrical stuff, everything goes to ground.  Its such a nice thing to slow down and let everything go to ground.

Dude, All You Had to Do Was Ask

In the dream (maybe two weeks ago--I recorded this but hadn't written it down), I found myself going into the pain and it really opened up.  First, I asked for assistance.  And it seemed to be unaware that is what I was doing.  It eventually provided it though.  

In my relationship to M, I saw that she had a black and red mask, fleshfaced.  Powerful but slightly menacing.  

Then I made an agreement at some point to participate in some sort of dream shaman work, as that is what I understood this to be.  I could see peoples charts before me, like some sort of skeleton with words and their dreams and what was bothering them their entire life laying out in front of them.  And then, there was a friend and we were all together in a group and she was going to say something, but there was so much noise around here and I started the chant, KAREN, KAREN, KAREN.  And I saw past lives.  And it did not cause me to fear  them because there was so much in them.  I did not fear rebirth into this new realm--like I had before in ayahuasca ceremonies.   And there were people there in these new realms that I could talk to.  Higher beings.   Both female.  And one of them was a dream shaman.   And she said, dude, all you have to do is ask for it.  They are always there.  Ask for the help.

And at some point I was in Africa.  Driving in some sort of van.  Looking out at the countryside, the houses, trees, and grafitti on the houses.  And it felt good.  Then I was at some sort of gathering.  Some sort of dance.  And I was with C, but i wasn't talking to her and that felt good.

And I looked at myself and felt that I had dyed my hair white and purple.  Like I was going to participate in some sort of rave dance scene.  At first I felt a little uncomfortable, as if the purple hair would make me more female and less masculine.  But then I realized the power in it.  I remembered my age and baldness, but it didn't matter because I was connected to a vital sexuality.  So I got that going for me...lol

Centralia in Dreamland

 At the first part of the dream I was with someone I was very close to.   Probably one of my daughters.  There was a feeling of togetherness like it was someone who was with you your entire life.  And then there was something about my age.  And I did the math.  I was 95 or imagined what it would be like to be 95.  And in my dream, I did the math, it was 2060.

Then I was in a strange town.  For some reason I thought the name of it was Centralia, but it was not the real Centralia, and didn't have anything to do with that.  Its weird, as I type this I'm remembering another dream of another small town that had some type of restaurant.  Oh, and there is another dream nested in that one, a desert mountain range and another small town.  Maybe in Southern Illinois.  But not really.  I can almost remember all these nested dreams within dreams that occurred on different nights. And involved different people.

Back to Centralia.  It felt like I was there for a long time.  I had many adventures.  I only remember a few.  I was driving by some sort of large brick structure that might have been a school house.  My car was speeding and I tried to slow down but couldn't.  A female policeman was there.  I had met her before.  Very comely.  Blonde?  She reduced my infraction to some sort of non-moving violation, but I was still in trouble in some sort of way.

And there were many houses I was in.  One of them had a group of people that I knew (not sure how) who were performing some sort of occult ceremony.  For some reason, I think my intention at the time was to haunt them or interact with them in some way like that because I knew that I could.  There were stores in other parts of the dream.  With so many people and adventures.  I'm sorry, I can't remember more now.  Maybe later when I'm typing out a dream in the future it will all come back to me.