HELIOLITH

dreampt that i was really high up in a building, sneaking around-
-this was just the last part of the dream, the rest was epic in proportion, and has mostly escaped me now, I should have journalled upon rising–

a custodian was working up there–
I feel so well rested it’s amazing– I worked really hard yesterday getting my workspace dialed in– lots wrangling heavy objects around so maybe that’s why I slept so well, because I got exercise, or maybe it’s because I didn’t get woken up by the little one squeaking. –

suddenly “I” was “we” and we were climbing up, up, up, to look out these windows across the bay––it could be that because there’s a full moon (I actually just went and checked it’s fullness and found this): “The Moon is full today. It lines up opposite the Sun in our sky, so it shines big and bright as it rises tonight. It’s actually the second full Moon this month, so it’s known as a Blue Moon.” Coolio. I’m hoping to get to go somewhere cool this evening and do a photoshoot at sunset (moonrise). I love that.

in the dream the funny thing was that after climbing up like 5 stories–you know I never climb 5 stories anymore… everything out here in California is flat… there’s so few even 2 story buildings the highrise part of my psyche is neglected–

and we’re looking out this window, right… and I see the ocean is practically right up against the glass… LEVEL with us! and I’m like, “Huh? how can that be, we just climbed up several stories… and my company (after a few beats that it takes for my mind to create a response in dreamtime)

replies that it’s because we actually came down again through a series of “wind tunnels” and secret chambers funny. I can’t remember the rest of it, it was truly epic and entertaining, except for the fact that I visited Asminda in Morelia, and they were all happy to see me, but when I was speaking in one part of the dream, I couldn’t control which language I was using and my words kept mixing Spanish/German & English lol. The dream ended with me trying to explain what a “wind tunnel” was, but it was clearly being given a new meaning in this context, because I didn’t remember any wind on the way down…

[sidenote from the previous night’s dreams]– I was getting married again (to L of course) and it was a “musical” wedding! The neat thing is that the singer was singing beautifully, as if from a pre-written song, with nice rhyme and meter, and with really funny (amusing) lyrics… the part that amazes me is that it seems that means my mind created the song on-the-fly… either that or it wasn’t coming from me! or perhaps dreamtime can slow down considerable to allow your mind more time to work things out– or perhaps you just tap into pure skill & intelligence when you’re not inhibited by your waking mind… what do you think?