Arranged Marriages in Mumbai

In my dream, my friend B from Mumbai was going to leave his marriage to J because his parents had arranged him to be in another marriage to MS. He did not have a choice in the matter, but my impression was that he was not resisting. 

In this realm of existence, B and J were married without the approval of their parents.  B's family could have obtained a substantial dowry had he married somebody besides J because of the status of B's family.  There were probably problems with the marriage early one, likely some resistance from B's family, but as I am not family, this is speculation.  B's mother recently turned 90.  J has been like a daughter to her all these years.  So all is well that ends well.  On the other hand, in this realm, MS did not come from a wealthy family, and her relationship with B had nothing to do with marriage.  In fact, it was what was known as "extra-marital."

So we return to the dream.  I was talking with J.  She could no longer stay in Mumbai.  It was too expensive.  There were different proposals that were investigated, some where my ideas  She could for example, move to America and marry me in order to obtain citizenship.   But she could not continue to work in B's company.  I don't remember why.  That was another issue.

Then there were several gay guys.  They were involved in some sort of political or military intrigue.  I was in a large modern skyscraper.  I think J was there as well.  The gay guys had some sort of superpowers.  There was violence.  I'm not sure how it all turned out.

I was also back in Mumbai with B.  This is the very murky part.  This is likely a much older dream I had.  Again, these are the deepest dreams, the dream we remember within a dream.  We were in an old part of Mumbai.  This was almost the Mumbai before history.  Large animals around.  Mythic creatures.  Still later on I was at B's house which was not really his house.  And there was some sort of business going on.  Like I said, there is something almost magical about dreams within dreams.:-)

Imperialism Close to Home

 I actually had this dream back in August, this is what a dictated:

I was in a large house.  And I knew that people were coming to attack the house.   I was trying to get my dad to get the guns.  There were also more people in the house I was trying to organize.  My sister was there also.  I was also trying to get her up.  There also was a small Spanish boy.  He was involved with it also, but on the side that was going to attack us.  I didn't trust him.  I saw that he was using the phone in a furtive manner in the corner.  I took the phone away from him and yelled into the phone that "we are going to be ready for you.  You are going to die today. "

The person on the phone responded that "we are coming to take our property back."  

I started chocking the little boy.  As a warning for them because he was helping them.

Art Things/The Worlds Tallest Gunshot Victim

 Mugwort played a role in this.  First time it has graced me in a quite a while.  It was calling to me after I woke up and midnight with my pulse racing.

Ok, we were, and by "we" I'm kinda referring to two parts of myself, but it wasn't clear.  There was more than just me.  One time I thought one of the parts was my daughter or something.  We were applying to this place, I want to say it was like in Bloomington.  And it was being run, like a commune, but it was for art also.  Art had something to do with the application process.  There was an oriental male who approved the submissions.  I saw him nod. 

In any event, it was multi-level and we had to bring these things like applications.  And it was also like the problem in the world we wanted to solve.  That had something to do with the application.    When we were accepted, then these art things became incorporated into where we were living.  I saw other chambers that had the applications woven seamlessly into the chambers.  

There was a swimming pool there.  It was round and there were people all around it.  One of them I thought was cat woman, but it turned out to be somebody else who I didn't know.  

Then there was a problem.  There were big bubbles of the earth erupting all around us.  The ground was expanding and contracting.  There was a sinister intelligence after me.  But I was able to go to another level to escape its wrath.  Or at lease I think I did.

Then...last night (the above events were two nights ago).  I was with the worlds tallest poet.  He was interacting with some figure than struck me as being connected to organized crime.  He had henchmen that were also menacing.  The worlds tallest poet (WTP) was interacting some business with him.  It was like selling art or wanting to provide art for the crime boss, but it was more nuanced than that.  After the transaction, the WTP was gloating or delighted or somewhere in between that he pulled off the deal whatever it was.  Then we stepped outside the crime bosses place.  There were two doors.  We stepped out one of the doors.   Then the other door opened up and one of the crime bosses henchman pulled out a shotgun and shot the WTP in the face.    The WTP still had a head and a face, but it somewhat expanded with the blast.  The WTP continued to walk about and mumble about something.  I think I woke up after that.

The Night Before the Night Before

 I was in a room that was somewhat familiar, but I don't remember ever being there before.  Then I saw JpMcG and I thought, here it is, I am actually seeing a spirit, much like Beau described in her recent podcast.  I was excited.  He didn't say anything. Then he started looking older, like he would presumably look if he were still alive.  Then I had the sensation of rising, and the thought occurred that I was in a dream, and that as a result, this was not an encounter with the spirit like I thought it was.

I don't remember if it was before that thought or after but I started crying.  I don't remember why.  So did JpMcG.  Not sure why he was crying either.

Then Mac was underwater at a pool.  Incident to some music that was played.  Then there was different music with a different version and a different artist.  And she was able to get out of the water again.    It was more complicated than that.  Madison was involved.  There was a different song.  It wasn't arcade fire but it was something like arcade fire and the lyrics had something to do with getting out of the water which was why she was able to do it.  I'm not sure exactly why.  There was also another guy involved. There seemed to be some enforcers as well.  Very bizzare.