• PLAYING POKER; I’m sitting around a card table playing poker with 5 guys, I think it’s poker since I’m not really a card player. I’m dealing and for a while it’s just cards as usual, then there is something about the types or significance of the cards and betting that one person has an unusual card. It’s not betting on the hand. One or two of the guys fold their hands and for some reason one of the other guys gets up from the table to go look at something. That is when I notice that the guy on my right is tossing cards under the table and one hits my ankle. We keep playing cards. I’m watching him to see if he does it again and how he does it without anyone catching on then there is another card on the floor. I look at him and bend down to pick them up. No one is upset that he did that – it’s more of a curiosity as to why he wanted to do it. He’s talking about wanting to keep those particular cards. There is something about the deck that we’re playing with the value of certain individual cards. I don’t think he is telling the truth but one of the other guys shows me a card that the face of it is printed over – I think it was the 10 of spades. There are two columns of “white space” on the right hand side of the card. In one of the columns he’s written some kind of reference number and says that he knows this guy is telling the truth. Then we’re looking at the cards that have been on the ground – one of them has – “$1,000,000″ written on it in TINY print. There are others with similar oddities on them. These particular cards are worth a lot of money.
• THE LOVE OF SINGING; The next thing I know is that I’m at some kind of singing competition. All of these individuals are auditioning for some production, maybe it’s a commercial but it’s a public production. There is a conveyor belt that people are standing on and as they approach the mic it’s their turn to perform. Some of them are OK singers, some could benefit from a few months of voice lessons while others are good. No one is really over the top. My sister Gloria, who is about 30 something in the dream, is the judge of who will go on to do this project and I’m sitting there beside her. I’m afraid to tell her that I really want to audition. I’m thinking how it’s not like Sweet Adelines where the timing of everyones performance has to be exact to “win”- I know I can do this. I believe that if I ask her it will put pressure on her and there is something else bothering me but I don’t know what it is. It isn’t until I DO say something that it becomes clear that I believe she doesn’t want me to be there because she wants to be able to do this on her own. There is something in the project that is about “her” and her capabilities and if I’m there I’ll just dominate the scene. Part of me understands and is trying to support her and the other part of me is struggling because I know that I can do this then I realize that it isn’t about her. It’s about just doing it and taking the chance. (My sister passed away just before her 16th birthday in 1981)
• DRIVING THROUGH THE RAIN; Then I’m at some place where it’s raining and we’re in a building talking about driving. We have to leave the place, maybe it’s a hotel, and as I look out the window the water is rising everywhere. I don’t know if it’s such a good idea but I know we have to leave. As I’m watching I am aware that there is only one road to leave town. As people are driving they go through an area where it’s below water level. I watch as a white mini-van drives and the water is almost over the roof. It is only a short distance when it comes out the other side. Then I’m in some kind of school bus, we realize that several of the window are down and we have to close them before we get to that low spot in the road. I’m concerned because one of the windows closes from the top down because it’s not really sealed. I’m looking at the air space between the bottom of the window and the frame and the scene changes.
• REMEMBER TO CALL YOUR MOM; The next thing I know is that I’m somewhere and I have a long coat on and in the pocket is my mom’s cell phone. We (all I know is that I’m not alone) are trying to figure out where she might be and finally I drive up to…somewhere and she is there. Somehow we had gone different ways and I had her phone in my pocket so she couldn’t call me. (My mom passed away the end of May this year)
• PASSING THE TEST; Then I’m BACK at the building where the card game was and standing in some kind of hallway while there is one person standing at a big chalkboard writing answers to questions they are being asked. It’s a multiple choice series of questions. As each person finishes they are told how they did then they erase the board and call the next person into the room. I’m walking around still in the hall/foyer. There is a door that leads to a garage that is standing open. I see a small black convertible drive in and the car has some pink flame like decals on the sides. I go out to see whose car it is but by the time I get through the doorway the owner has parked the car and is gone. In the meantime another person I know, JN is parking her car; she gets out and uses some kind of remote control to drive it into some kind of storage area. The wall of the parking space in front of her rises and the car drives inside. She’s concerned that it will hit the front bumper so she goes in to check on it and it’s fine. I’m thinking that it’s pretty cool to have a remote control to park your car so one doesn’t have to worry about being able to get out of the car AFTER it is parked in some tight spot. I go back in the hallway because it’s going to be my turn directly. I’m standing in front of some kind of counter and looking at a decanter – actually looking through the decanter to the glowing tiles on the wall. I’m semi caught up in how the different colors and glass make patterns of light and texture as well as being aware that I can see through the door to the chalkboard where the person going before me is writing the answers to the test. I’m afraid that I won’t pass. I find myself trying to memorize their answer sequence feeling guilty because it’s cheating while at the same time knowing that it won’t help because I know their questions and mine will be different. As I walk into the room I know that the questions will be about what I owned from the movie, Peaceful Warrior, things that I’ve learned in studying Authentic Reiki (R) aka The Radiance Technique, what I’ve understood from the Bible as well as what I believe. I’m supposed to know all of these answers and I am afraid that I won’t pass the test.

So one of the reasons that it’s been so long since I’ve posted anything – I realized that since I’ve started putting these up – I believe that I’m “supposed” to have something to contribute every day. I will be letting people down if I don’t. The two nights prior to this dream have netted me a total of two pictures.

• First one three nights ago is that I’m looking at myself crawling around on the floor with some big, thick soled shoes on and thinking about how uncomfortable those would be to walk in.
• The second night I am sitting talking to a man in clown face make-up.

All of this after more than a week of dreams where I would wake up and not be able to come up with one word.

I’m not sure what all of this is saying yet. I know it has to do with one path – I just don’t see the whole picture right now.