10:00 AM

dream: mysterious, symbolic, ultra poignant

Part I: CULTURAL MUSIC SESSION
- Eastern-European/Mediteranian people, sometimes with epicanthic eyes.
- Draped clothing on the waist and around the head
- Musical instruments; flutes, stringed instruments like lutes, voice
- The food was hand-dipping dishes, like pita and hummus
- This culture had a period where women were not allowed to perform, so the female musicians wore fake grey beards--the kind that wrap over the ears with wire

I said aloud that this reminded me of a Monty Python joke, and people politely smiled. They were being hosted by a friend of mine. I was wearing in the dream what I wore in my sleep; t-shirt and underwear, plus the draped they were wearing. The fabric was mostly white with a colored woven border, like Indian dhoti.

There was something conservative about the gathering. It was tea time; from 3 until 6 PM. I knew there were things I shouldn't talk about in front of these people. It was very cultural; there were children and adults. Yet people were apparently dressed casually, like what you would wear around the house. The clothing was cool and covered very little of the torso, though the head was covered by the same drape which went around the waist. The knees were visible.

I don't remember any music. They players were primed, but the music hadn't started yet.

Part II: BIRD OF PREY, EXTERIOR, PALO ALTO
I was waiting outside on a park bench in a wide sidewalk setting. There were planters cut out of the pavement. Young trees on stakes. Jasmine ground cover. I arrived there via transition from the previous setting, which I can't remember.

I don't remember how, but among the pigeons, there arose a bird which perched on my outstretch two fingers. I easily accepted it as a tame pigeon for a while, but I soon realized that this was a bird of prey. It had a hooked beak, and forward-facing large eyes. He made excellent eye contact with me. He related very well. I made sure he was OK with perching there. I started to wave my arm up and down to let him feel the gravity. I spun around slowly. The strange part was that people don't perch hawks on their fingers. The talons dig in. I know they have to wear gauntlets.

The bird's coat was near white with black specks. But the head area was also patterned with a gradient patches of lemon-yellow or light green. I must find this hawk or falcon. Possibly an owl or vulture, but probably a hawk.

My search:
google: Inquisitor: search:
"yellow hawk" Yields:
- www.yellowhawkcellar.com/ a winery in Walla Walla
- www.yellowhawk.org/ a tribal health center in Umatilla Indian Reservation, Pendleton Oregon. The third headline on the page (and the first link) is "Extreme Heat Information". Hmm, that might be useful coming up. www.bt.cdc.gov/disasters/...eat/faq.asp

Ah!! Here we go:
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