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  • O.K., the heavy-duty dreams have continued nightly, most of which I do not remember, but last night’s is one I wish I could forget. It was most disturbing. I have forgotten most of it, although the feeling of the whole dream still lingers.

    The images that I remember from it are the most disturbing part. The feeling of it wasn't quite as bad. I was in a large, old house. There was some kind of a ceremony taking place in a large hall on the main floor of the place. It seemed to be religious in nature. Some kind of a service or meeting - a lot of people were going in there, and it seemed to be a big deal. I chose not to go in. While I knew about what they were doing in there, I felt that it wasn’t my place - I knew didn’t belong in there. I went upstairs to look for someone - there was a room I was trying to find, but I couldn’t find the door to the room. I had no idea what was there, but I knew that I needed to find it. That was where I belonged. I kept getting lost, and was roaming all over the upstairs, which had many floors, and many rooms.

    Then, suddenly, there were terrible noises and shouting and confusion coming from downstairs, the sounds of mayhem and terror. It was beyond my reach to do anything about. I tried getting down there, to somehow help, but I couldn’t find a way back down. I kept losing my way. Finally, I made it down the stairs, but it was too late. People had been gunned down, and were just laying about, some in piles, some out on the back patio, and in every room I looked, there were people just laying about, dead.

    Others, who had been away, started coming back, just as I arrived downstairs. They began to ask me questions about what happened. I didn’t know what to say. I had missed it all. I had been upstairs looking for something. I tried to explain it, and they seemed to understand. They had a calming presence about them, and I felt better about it all after talking to them. There was a feeling that everything was going to be alright. There might have even been a sense that "this was just a dream - it's not real - it's o.k.", but I'm not sure.

    Then I woke up. It was far too early to be up….again. I hate these dreams that wake me up for no good reason! It’s my day off, I’m supposed to be able to sleep in! But, I was wide awake, so I stumbled out to the kitchen and put some hot water on for coffee. Before I got to that first cup, I had the best Cowbirders Facebook exchange with Jaga, Diana, and Lynn, all of us just riffing on Fairy Godmothers, Santa Claus, Unicorns, Care Bears, Cowbird Family, Sweat Lodges, the Wizard of Oz, Eagle Peak and Buddhist Chants – you know, just your typical all-over-the-map Cowbirders dialogue. Man, did I need that after that weird dream. I thought I would just forget about it, but since it’s still lingering in my brain, I thought I’d share it with you all.

    Maybe Kathy (my wife) will make some sense of it, for me. She’s come up with some seemingly spot-on interpretations of the last couple of dream sequences I’ve shared on here. Good luck with this one, Kath!
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