dreamblog #6 - drum circle

I fall asleep with my ears still ringing from the drum circle, my arms hands and legs envigourated, body spirit & soul.

All night in my dreams the drums continue to move me. I see Serena dancing, slow and elegant, barefoot, passionate. She dances with a male dancer in the ring, a man who moves with Jagger-like lightness. Their smiles burn bright, and I love watching them enjoy each other and enjoy their dance. Serena moves into "Dancer" pose, balanced on one leg, her other thigh held away, dangling her bare foot in mid-air. Light on her feet, she responds to the moves of the male dancer in a mutual exchange of laughter and creativity. All night complicated rhythms, patterns, thumps, cracks, and bangles resound through my sleep. Still Serena dances, only now she has removed her jacket, and her belly-dancer torso draws all eyes. The joy of the dance takes over as the drumming intensifies, the beat reverberates through Serena's body, from her bare feet to her sapphire navel ring, from her black butterfly waist-scarf to the silver-winged dragon on her bikini top. The dance goes strong til the sunlight pours in & the dancers and drummers fade into morning.

dreamblog #5

I'm filled with anticipation as I am about to do something I've never done -- skydive while on a certain very potent hallucinogen. Who knows why I have to combine them but here we go! It's starting to kick in and the plane is in midair, I can't wait -- but I awaken before I get out of the plane. The whole next day I'm disappointed -- I know I'd never do this in real life. One or the other, maybe, but not at the same time!

Adopted baby grand

A few weeks ago, we adopted this baby from the most generous sati. We're taking good care of her! :-) We got her tuned up, even shaped her hammers to restore her dynamic range. Just today I was playing "Dire Wolf" (from Workingman's Dead) and "Hazel" (from Planet Waves), and I was so impressed with how rich she sounded. I could find all sorts of colors I couldn't get on my old upright. A fine instrument is a great inspiration to creativity. Thank you, sati, your baby is doing well!
- Daddio

dreamblog #4

At a conference in Washington D.C., I fall asleep in my hotel room. At 3 am I awaken to absolute silence as the walls behind my head concuss shatter explode across the room, chair lamp desk dresser hit the far wall, which blows apart too ahead of a blazing firestorm. Instantly I know the bomb has hit and these are my last few moments of life. Time to make my peace. No time for anything else.

dreamblog #3 (short)

a friend tells me a mutual friend makes $936 million a year.
"That's almost a billion dollars!" I say.
"Yup," says my friend. "It's a lot of money."
I wonder why I don't make that kind of money.

Kudos to Josh Holiday!

I've been listening to Josh Holiday's "Kung Fu" a few weeks now and his stuff has saturated my brain. It keeps going at a nice steady fast bpm that keeps me moving when I put it on my iPod and take a walk. And it makes the walk feel like going to get me some playa dust. Nice!

dreamblog #2

This dream is from when I was 17, almost 1/3 of my life ago.

I'm looking at the mountains to the north of my home, the mountains that have always given me a sense of direction. Now I'm about to travel beyond them. Suddenly the mountains vanish, and I panic.

Which way am I facing? Where am I going? I'm completely lost, I have no idea where I am. Why not take a look around. And the first thing I see, in a green hilly terrain, is people. Lots of people. Some in small groups, some individually or with a few others. Everywhere I look I see all these ups and downs. In some places these people struggle. In others they're finding it easy.

Suddenly, I realize the whole mountainside is green. Green grass has sprung up everywhere. The lost hikers stop and enjoy the luxury of the day. Some paths are exceedingly difficult, but all are full of beauty. The mountains I thought I had lost, actually surround me. I'm lost in the mountains I thought had disappeared.

Now when I run into troubles, I think of how I need to find that fertile ground again, how I need to reconnect to it.

dreamblog #1

An old professor who I never liked literally throws a book at me and tells me to look it up. I'm pissed off at him, so I leave the book on the ground and go tell him he's full of shit. Meanwhile the thing I needed to learn has not been learned.

I've been suggesting to myself that I lucid dream every night. In the absence of actually getting lucid, though, I try to go back to sleep to see how else the dream might turn out. So this morning I thought, I know, I'll tell the prof something so witty, so elegant, that he will recognize the error of his ways and he will show me what part of that book I'm supposed to read. But each time I fell asleep, I couldn't get lucid.

Later I realized instead of blaming the prof (who after all is just some spllntered part of my own psyche), I could just read the damn book!