The Man Under the Bridge

Last night I dreamt that my husband and I were at a fair very much like the Renaissance Faire but more metaphysical in nature. We were sitting on a hillside just chatting with each other when we noticed it was almost time for the fair to close. We decided to hurry back in and see what crystals or incense or whatever we could find that appealed to us. We were looking at some crystal and gemstone jewelry when it was time to go. Then we were in the car. My husband handed me a small sack from the fair. I couldn't remember buying anything, so I looked inside the bag and found the receipt. He had purchased 2 pink barrettes for our youngest - 1 with a big bow, the other with dangly crystal chains.
As the late afternoon turned to evening, our kids were in the car with us. We were driving up a curvy (not dangerous, just curvy) mountain road. As we crossed over a bridge, my son wanted to stop. This is where an old (as in elderly) friend of his lived - under the bridge with his 2 dogs, both Mastiffs (1 yellow/blond, 1 dark brown). As my son was visiting with his friend, I was watching the sky. It was dark now, with just a tiny bit of sunset highlighting the horizon. As I looked deep into the darkest parts of the sky, I watched purple rings that almost resembled the rings of Saturn pulsing. They were stunningly beautiful and calming.
Suddenly I felt a licking on my hand. I looked down and saw that it was the yellow/blond Mastiff. Then I felt a nudge on my other side. It was the dark brown Mastiff saying hello. Then the man, my son's friend, spoke from beside me. (He looked very much like the actor Henry Gibson.) He said, "Watch this. It's very special. You'll see an explosion of light. Don't be scared." Then he pointed to the sky. I looked up and saw a little bright cloud. As I watched it, it grew brighter and brighter until it was so bright that all I could see was the beautiful light. Then it faded back to cloud. I looked at him and smiled, then told him about the purple light rings I'd seen just a moment before. He smiled and said, "Only those who are ready see those lights. You are One."
The man and his dogs returned to their home under the bridge and we got back in the car and continued our drive up the mountain.

Tornado Stalkers

Last night I dreamt I was on a drive with my husband. He was behind the wheel. The weather was dark, gloomy, windy, rainy - a regular spring storm. Directly ahead of us were two small (barely cat 1) tornadoes dancing on the road. My husband was a little excited, I was anxious. He drove directly into and through them. This upset the tornadoes and they began following us everywhere we went. They never attacked us, 'though. They just stalked us.

Primus

Last night I dreamt my husband and I were seeing Primus play in an old, worn-out movie theater. I awoke with refrains of Gogol Bordello's "Your Country" playing in my head.

Presentation, party & Salt Lake eggs

Last night I dreamt I was attending a performance of some sort. I had to run out to the van to get something before it started. The pre-show announcements had begun when I came back into the auditorium. As the door closed behind me, I heard, "...and a very special presentation to (my full name) from (name of high school classmate who is now a highly respected University professor of music) to thank her for all her advice and support." Suddenly a spotlight was on me as I walked up to the stage where I was presented with a colorful bouquet of flowers. I made my way back to my seat amidst loud applause. That friend was standing there, smiling. I gave him a big hug and told him thank you. His mom was there, beaming. She said, "I wish you had never quit seeing each other."
Then I was off to an after-party. It was being held in an old mountain-top mansion. It was dark and raining. I called the house from the front gate and was met by a very good, lifelong friend. The party, it seems, was being held in my honor. I drove through the gate and started up the drive.
Next I was at the Great Salt Lake. It was day. I was alone. It was a beautiful day with blue skies and fluffy clouds. I was wishing I had a camera with me. Then I was on a bike, riding through the sand, working my way back to my van. I looked down and noticed eggs in the sand (some sort of turtle eggs?) - a pile of eggs with 1 lone egg a little distance off from the pile. The eggs were all over the beach that way. There was a scientist studying them. She and I started visiting and I pointed out the odd way the eggs were laid. She said they'd noticed that, too. One of us joked about it being a sort of insurance policy - the animal version of "heir and a spare." We visited with each other all the way back to my van where we said goodbye and I drove off, turning right into the flow of traffic.

Writer of Dreams

Last night I dreamt that I wrote dreams and room designs then printed them on rose petals. And Parthos was a writer.

Leave-In Conditioner

Last night I dreamt that my husband and I were arguing over the leave-in conditioner I use on my hair. I kept telling him what I use was recommended to me by my hair-stylist. He insisted his way (which I don't remember) is better. I was really upset that he dismissed my choice and had me second-guessing it.

Cruise and deteriorating part of town

Last night I dreamt I was alone on a cruise. The ship had docked in a tourist city. I met a man there who was showing me around. He bought a slice of pizza and a plate of onions cooked like tagliatelle from a street vendor for us to share as he told me about the town. Then I was back aboard the ship. I was walking through the different restaurants and lounges looking for a place to smoke (note: I don't smoke in my waking life at all). I had shots of ice cold vodka served in tall, delicate glasses. I finally found a lounge with ashtrays on the tables, so I sat down to smoke. Just as I was about to light my cigarette, the wait staff gathered around the table and informed me in no uncertain terms that smoking was strictly prohibited there - the ashtrays were just for appearance. Then the cruise ended and I was back home with my husband, telling him how much I had missed him, I was miserable without him and was so glad to back home with him.
Then I was alone again in an old, deteriorating building in the city at night. I was exploring the building, carefully climbing the rickety stairs and wandering the rotting halls, crawling through tight passages and peering into the dark rooms. I met a darkly creepy man (sort of like Tom Waits in "The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus", only darker and creepier) who scared me, so I turned around and quickly made my way back to the ground floor where my friends' boutique was located. I watched as a red haired girl and her sister were trying on dresses. The girl tried on and was modeling a gorgeous sparkly mocha, gold and apricot gown with a starched lace Elizabethan collar - high in the back, low in the front. It need altering because it was too large for her, but the style and the color made the girl glow. Suddenly, the man I met upstairs was there, smiling at me. I turned away from him and gave the package I had been carrying to my friends who owned the boutique and left.
It was dark outside, and drizzly. As I was stepping into my van, I heard a voice say, "It's okay. We can use her headlights." I looked back and saw Aretha Franklin and Quentin Tarantino on mopeds. Tarantino was eating a donut. I started the van and drove off. They rode behind me for awhile. I realized, then, that I was in the Democrat part of town and need to get out of there fast. I made a sharp left turn across traffic onto a side street. I passed an open theater on the left that was all lit up with a live performance. On the right was a luxury swimming pool with a large, long bearclaw-foot tub filled with steaming water for solo soaks in "soup." My heart was racing with anxiety as I looked ahead of me and noticed a traffic light about to turn red. I did not want to stop there.