I am a Fish
I dreamt I was a beautiful, colorful and shiny fish caught in a net. I had scales that reflected light. I was awash in shimmery green, silver and purple. I was floating in the current. I wasn’t trapped so much as hanging out in the net. Like an otter who hangs out in the kelp.
The net was silver mesh. I was moving around in the net. I was kind of relaxing in the net like a fluid hammock. I realized that I was drawing energy from the net. Other fish were attracted to the energy in the net and to me. I was feeling super charged.
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Whenever, I am struggling with things I look to my dreams to inform me. I have had some really vivid ones. Here is a hodge-podge of my dreams.
I was staying at this crowed resort type place. There were hills and mountains all around. It was very green and verdant. There was mountain biking and the housing was pretty split level dark wooden condos. I was in the midst of a crowd of people filled with some familiar faces and some unfamiliar. My group was waiting to join one of the color-clad, fully decked out super jacked sports teams playing on the field. One team in particular was wearing this deep blue color. Like the color of water. There was a human pyramid and one team of 10 or more was pelting a single player with a water cannon.
There were large screens that projected the activity for people to watch on the outskirts of the game.
I remember thinking that this was a much younger crowd than I am used to and that all this “sports stuff” seemed overly steroidal and sort of militant. I was not looking forward to joining the super-soaker team.
Green Cigarettes and the White Haired-Lady
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I had a dream the other night that I was chasing a plastic bag in the air. As the wind carried it so I was also lifted in the air. As I grabbed for the bag I was pulled along by it. Like a crazy floating carnival ride.
I was in the Chicago O’Hare Airport running through the airport chasing my plastic bag when it zig-zagged and gently tapped someone on the back. It was Oprah. She was sitting in a cafe with Gayle and they were having some coffee. I had a choice. Do I stop and talk to Oprah or chase the plastic bag?
I chose the plastic bag and out of no where starting floating and flying again. Oprah turned around and said “This coffee is very good.” Gayle said, “un huh.”