I was with a couple friends, (don't know them on earth). they were coaxing
me to go to Arizona with them. I was excited and we began on a dirt road. I noticed a snake on the side of the road, and then another one appeared a bit
further down the road. they told us to follow them as they were going the same
direction. we instantly took their lead and began following them, but just
as quickly as we starting moving, the whole picture stops and I am the only
one there with these two snakes. it was relayed to me that they were pythons. I
stopped to look at the two snakes coming together, but simultaneously I feel
soft whiskers on my right cheek and notice that it is a third snake.... but
it has whiskers and I am confused. it hangs on my cheek and tickles is soft
with it's whiskers, but then moves away from me slightly (only about an inch)
to look at me and says in a voice "shhh, Listen". then it tries to cover my
eyes and I can no longer see the two snakes, but am struggling to see what they
are doing. soon my friend snake, removes it's blinders and lets me watch the
other two snakes sparring, and dancing and winding themselves in each other
2-12-01 - Leonardo Pasquale I was driving on some sort of coastal highway at dusk. I wasn't going too fast, cars were passing me. then came a steep incline. I was drinking water, and the amount of water I drank seemed to determine how much gas was left in the car. I only had about two sips left as the car was climbing this insane incline. it was 901Ú4, at times it seemed even more than 901Ú4. a few cars were stopping by the side of the road. I couldn? understand how the car (the Toyota corolla) was staying on the road, it was certainly quite scary. several times I thought I should turn back but I had to make it over the hill (to see the other side).
suddenly, I was close to the top and the car disappeared and there I was hanging onto a ledge. it was well-lit: someone? living room. a middle-aged woman named Mattie or Hattie was there, and she was proprietress of this little hideaway or mountain rest-stop. I was desperately hanging on, not wanting to fall back down the approx 1 mile I had climbed up this hill. But I wasn? terribly scared, just wary. I didn? look downward, but kept talking to Mattie, trying to convince her to pull me up and away to safety. She was pretty stern and rigid in her ways. She was selling something, and this space I had reached, this ledge was for people who were buying or were somehow previously associated with her. We discussed this for 5 minutes, the whole time I was slipping and worrying that I might not be able to keep hanging on. But finally., I convinced her to let me grab hold of the plastic banners that she had draping off the edge. the banners were some kind of advertisement and she had a lot of them. they were made from a fibrous plastic. I grabbed hold. then I convinced her to pull me up using the banner. This she finally did.
There I was, in this terribly small room. She was very strict as to where I could stay for the moment. I needed to rest, and I was still coming down from being petrified. I lay straight on one side of the miniature room, right by the edge where I was afraid I could lose my balance and fall off quite easily. a few more hikers showed up eventually, crossing over the ledge like they had done it before. I took one look down and it was indeed a 901Ú4 asphalt road that led to this perch.
eventually, I left the room, for I had lost my fears and had settled things with Mattie, and wandered around the plateau, trying to find a way to get back down or to go to the next location. On one side, there was another insanely steep incline, but this one was 651Ú4 or so and cars were whizzing up it without much problem. At the top of this plateau was some sort of town. The hard way I had come was rarely taken by many travelers, but it was on the map.
outside, in a city, I? looking up into the sky with a huge crowd of people. the clouds are performing crazy rotations and storm-like movement. swirls, colors with bright indigo blue interspersed.
suddenly, after ten minutes of this action and my father standing next to me taking pictures of the clouds, I noticed the beginning of a swirl formation, a funnel. slowly it built up and then down came the funnel, straight down and immediately I darted to the front.
without hesitation. normally, I am a cautious sort, but without thinking I ran up through the crowd to the front of the line that was forming to go into the funnel, which now looked like a UFO beam. augie Kreveienas had also ran up and was ahead of me. and then who do I see up close but Elle and I know she wants to go, and I know she feels like she should, and I grab her and convince her to come and we are in this line to the heavens, together, and it is all right.
augie shoots upwards. the clouds are still roiling and the massive crowd is still in awe. Elle goes before me? it is risky - the hole will only last so long everyone knows. I shoot up and land inside a hazy, light-filled wooden octagon-shaped tree house. everyone is there, sitting around, practically bubbling with muted excitement. we are waiting.
then suddenly, we are all in a ford economize van driving down the main street of the city where we just were, past the crowds of people staring at the sky. it is not too bad of a day. we head over to a thrift shop. I have my camera with me.. Elle and I, so happy, were enjoying its presence. its beautiful polished steel, and curves. I was fingering it, I admit.
when we get to this thrift store Elle and I have a fight. she wants to go in
and do this. I am being cautious once again. she leaves and I am disgruntled.....and
wake up and she is gone
2-7-01 - Leonardo Pasquale
It was a funeral for grandmother, an Italian grandmother, not Betty though.
It was at a huge gothic church. All my family was there, as were friends (I
remember in particular towards the end of the dream seeing a nattily dressed Jeff
koyen drunkenly crossing the evil flood to get to the foot of the church,
where he passed out, bottle in hand). There were some very strange and twisted
circumstances. Everything was very ornate. There was lots of food and it was
good, and it brought up memories of Little Gramma
2/1/01 - Iris AlRoy
I was riding a mountain bike along some southwestern trails. I saw
a huge curled up rattlesnake in my path. it was too late to avoid
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