Monday, October 30, 2000

October 30, 2000, The Merpeople

I dream I am in the basement of a building with other people. A group of beings are there in a pile on the floor. They are naked. Their skin is translucent, the veins show through. They have webbing between their toes and fingers. They have no hair. They are merpeople, people who live under the water. I wonder if they live beneath the oceans of the earth or if they are from another planet. They have a mission on the earth. They need to travel among people in order to accomplish their goal. I do not know what their goal is, but I sense that it is good. A person there with me suggests that they wear street clothes so that they will fit in. I say that is an excellent idea. So we get them clothes and dress them. One of them, a woman with no hair, embraces me and tells me, "You are Messenger, Ma-Singah, Mercury. You are Unutilized Potential." She asks me to get down low and dance. I comply.

Then I am dancing and playing with another adult and two children. We are all naked. We collapse on the floor in exhaustion. I lay flat on my back. A naked woman comes from behind me and lays diagonally across me, chest to chest. She is beautiful, slim, full-breasted, with dark brown hair. She whispers in my ear, "I really enjoyed the dance class last night." She is happy to be with me, to be close to me, to share her thoughts and feelings with me. She smiles. I hold her close. My penis stands up to honor her with admiration, appreciation, and desire. We are magnetic. We are in bliss.

Friday, October 27, 2000

October 27, 2000, Armana

I dream I am walking into the kitchen of the apartment I live in. Then in walks a beautiful bronze-skinned woman wearing only long pants, like bluejeans. I recall that I have two new roommates and that one of them is named Deborah. I ask her if her name is Deborah. She says, "No, my name is Armana." She seems shy. She does not make eye contact with me but busies herself going to the cupboard for something and bringing it to the table to prepare. She is facing to my left and down at the table. Her shoulders are somewhat hunched over. She seems guarded and bewildered. I tell her my name to reassure her of our equal vulnerability. She asks me what is the meaning of the name. I say, "My name?" She responds, "No, my name." I am becoming as puzzled as she is. She is asking me to tell her the meaning of her own name. Her long brown hair is held up casually, perhaps with a barrette. I feel delighted and intrigued and amazed and bewildered to live with such a beautiful woman. She has a silver mark between her eyes on her nose and forehead, such as a Hindu might have.

Saturday, August 19, 2000

August 19, 2000, See Me, Feel Me - Lucid Dream

I dream that I am in my bedroom in the house where I grew up. There are pictures on the walls of the outside of the house with Doonesbury characters pasted on them. The characters are talking to each other. They are saying to each other, "See me. Feel me." I realize that this is a dream, so I push myself off of the floor and float in the air. I continue to look at the images. I rise up to the ceiling and lay upon it as if it were a bed. I close my eyes and imagine that I am laying on the floor, so that I can stay focused. I become aware that there is a woman in the room. I float down to the floor and walk over to her. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I remember this is a dream. I can do whatever I want with her. I kiss her and embrace her lovingly. I send her love energy - receptive loving energy from my belly into her body so that she will love me and desire me. She does. She embraces me lovingly. My penis becomes erect. I am now aware of my physical body.

I ask her who she is. She gives me different women's names. She tells me she can be any woman I want. She can split herself into the triple goddess or even one goddess with three yonis. She can split herself into a hundred women if I desire. She is my dream guide, my love guide, my muse. She is my teacher, she empowers me, she heals me. As we are embracing each other, I feel warm inside, safe, loved, and at peace. We unbutton each other's shirts. I reach into her shirt and rub her large firm breasts. We rub our chests together. I reach under her skirt and rub her hot, juicy vulva. She wants me, she desires me. She lifts her skirt and showers light and love juice onto my love wand from her yoni. I open her love gate with my love key. I feel so empowered and energized and warm and relaxed and peaceful. Although my mind is now awake and I can feel the sensations of my awake body, my body has not moved, my erection has subsided and I feel tingling in my hands and waves of kundalini energy rush through my body at times. I am in bliss.

Friday, June 23, 2000

June 23, 2000, The Womb Room

I dream I am in a very large room, curved with a platform around half of it. There are no corners in the room. The room seems to be in the future or a different dimension. There are many people sitting and standing in the room. An attractive slim woman is giving out writing assignments to different people. There is a teenage boy who has been on the Star Trek TV show and has a Star Trek communicator. He is told to write about Star Trek. She walks over to me, lays on the floor beside me, rests her head on my belly, and asks me to write about sexuality.