teeth falling out

I could feel that a tooth was loose on the left side of my face. I wiggled it gently and it became looser. I tried to press it down to force it back into the gum, but to no avail. The surrounding teeth also became loose and dropped out. In all, about five teeth fell out - I held them all in the palm of my hand, not sure what to do.

ball of energy

I was walking across a field with B. My pointer finger on my left hand began to tingle and buzz. Somehow I knew that now was the time that all universal energies were in line to re-envision her business; we had to act now. I ran to collect some of the pictures that B had cut out and stuck up on the walls, pictures that had inspired her in her business and how it could evolve. I selected those that I believed were relevant and ran to her, urgent to begin the process whilst the time was right. Before beginning the visioning, I threw an imaginary ball of energy (about the size of a basketball) to B, who in turn, threw it to S. We had to imagine the weight of the ball, move our bodies to accommodate the weight, absorbing some energy on impact, and then balancing as we threw the ball again. We needed to rehearse catching and throwing balls of energy, to be ready for the enormous ball of energy that was coming; a ball about twelve foot wide. B and S needed to be able to keep the ball in motion, not to drop the ball.

seven fields

I was having breakfast with two friends, sitting on a wide wooden balcony that overlooked green fields leading up to dwarfish mountains, not too far in the distance. There were four young people sitting at another table: our new neighbours. After a time, I said hello and welcomed them. They were rather reserved, which I understood, probably adjusting to the different surroundings. I excused myself and went back to the bedroom dormitories, feeling that I needed to get on with the day as I had so much to do. We each had beds in different parts of the huge room; there were probably about forty beds in all. I found mine and opened my suitcase to dress appropriately for the hard work ahead - I had to single-handedly plant seven fields of corn or wheat and I was supposed to finish within three days. Before dressing, I spoke with a small boy who had come into the room, looking for something to do. I gave him a dvd and said he could watch it, if he would just return it to my bed upon finishing. I also had a moment with an older man with grey hair: rather than speaking with him, I sang to him, asking him rhetorical questions about his life as a man and about love. The young group of four came back into the dormitories to get dressed; their presence reminded me of the big task ahead and I went back to my suitcase to dress. I tried on an array of clothing, from high heeled sandals, a white lacy bra and boxer shorts, to more suitable clothing. I eventually found long cool pants, socks and sneakers, a bikini top and a long-sleeved top to wear over it, to protect me from the sun. Everything was white or white with a coloured pattern. Once dressed, I looked out the window, wondering how in the world I was going to manage to plant seven fields of corn or wheat by myself. I could see the ready fields and the sun, now higher in the sky. I was not sure where the seed was that I was supposed to plant and I was not certain of the method to use. Should I dig shallow trenches in lines, scatter the seed whilst walking the lines, and then cover the seed? Or did I need to press each seed into the soil? Daunted, I walked out of the dormitory through a common room where two young men and an older woman were making a business deal. She wanted something proofread and they were sorting out the fee for service. The men were wearing blue t-shirts with words such as 'proofreading' and related terms written across their chests in dark blue sparkly writing. I knew that I too would be capable of doing the job but that I had far too much work to do right now. Then, in a flash, I realised that it was not seven fields of corn or wheat that I had to single-handedly plant in three days, it was seven chapters of a textbook that I had to proofread. I was greatly relieved and woke up.

journey

I was walking with a group of women when my friend, who was walking next to me, suddenly crouched on the ground and steadied herself by holding onto my leg. She appeared to be distressed. She said she had lost her monkey earring and began frantically searching the ground. I looked around and saw an earring dangling from the hooked wooden handle of a black umbrella that was leaning against a log. The earring was long and shaped from silver, with an amber jewel at the end painted with the image of a monkey. I retrieved the earring and our group of women continued to walk down the hill, my arm around my friend, away from where we had been staying. I knew my mother could see me leaving and I was torn between going back or going forward.
At the bottom of the short hill, we needed to cross shallow, muddy water. It was on dusk and the fading light meant that it was becoming difficult to see. Something moved in the brown water; we watched as a big adult crocodile appeared and sauntered out of the mud, a little way up the hill, apparently oblivious to our presence. We were suddenly very anxious as we were ankle deep in the water, now unable to retreat for fear of the crocodile, and unwilling to move forward - would another crocodile be lurking in the water? We stood on a large log, our feet out of the water, but their were too many of us (about five women) to remain there, balanced. The bark protrusion onto which I held to steady myself broke off the log. I tossed it further up the hill and saw the crocodile launch after it aggressively. We took the opportunity and walked onward through the water. I remember looking down and seeing my feet, bare and muddy, streaks of skin showing through, gleaming under the light of the now risen moon. When I looked up, I had been separated from the group. My panic rose as I tried to find them. I reached a fence covered by vines and, rather than stand alone in the water, I scrambled up, scaling the fence and dropped down on the other side where I could hear them talking as they walked. As soon as I landed, I could see that they had simply walked around the fence, entering the bushy enclosure through an opening. They now had a torch and we could see that we needed to wade through more shallow muddy water to make it through to the other side.
Later, we finally reached a building through which we needed to pass to continue our journey. We walked along a cement floored terminal until we came to a high wall. I now had a bicycle and had to climb the wall, dragging the bike beside me. At the top, a man was selling tickets; we had to pay for our passage and for the luggage we brought with us. I was charged just over one hundred dollars. I emptied my wallet and was relieved that I had enough money. He then charged an extra thirteen or so dollars to store my bike. I was not sure if I would have enough change remaining.

into deeper water

I was skirting a vast body of water, much like an ocean but the shallows stretching onward for miles. Though the day grew late and the sun was setting, I walked around the water's edge, following the snaking shoreline until I came to a channel that would lead out to sea. I lay down in the water and began to walk on my hands, using my arms to propel me on. Sitting on the sand at the mouth of the channel, was a group of people under a tent. I did my best, still walking on my hands, my body floating in the water behind, to navigate my way through the ropes that held the tent in place, pegged into the sand at the very edge of the water. A small russet dog ran at me excitedly, barking and jumping about. I stopped and picked him up in my hand; he fitted neatly into my palm. Once lifted, he calmed and became affectionate. I passed him to someone sitting under the tent, saving him from being washed away by the sea. I continued on my way out to deeper waters.

suits

I was looking through a friend's wardrobe. Her clothes and her partner's clothes, were hung in straight lines on several clothing racks. Everything was ironed and impeccably stored on wooden coat hangers. They had bought at least one hundred matching pastel mauve dressing gowns and draped them over every coat hanger, protecting the clothing from dust. I was amazed at the order of their wardrobe as I searched under the dressing gowns for a particular men's suit.
Next, I was crossing an extremely wide road with my brother. I held onto his arm as we crossed the lanes cautiously, timing our steps to avoid the oncoming traffic. As we walked, I explained my concept of the ideal men's linen suit: a deep grey blue, cut well with straight lines - no puff or slouch. He agreed and we found an example of such a suit hanging in a shop on the other side of the road.

dancer and the devil

I was in a dance troupe, though I seemed to dance very little. Rather, I observed the other dancers and admired their physiques and dancing form. I had a particular friend within the troupe: an extremely handsome man with chocolate skin and black hair. At one stage, we walked down the long hall leading to the auditorium where we were to dance. He was wearing a pale blue singlet and black dancers' tights. I tucked my hand in under his singlet as we walked, feeling his muscular torso; in this way, he led me into the room. We sat on long chairs, almost like church pews, to discuss the next piece. The various dancers were lighthearted and chatty. For some reason, my good friend told everyone about when his partner had died, how, though it was terribly sad, it had helped him to develop and to understand the world and spirituality in a new and deeper way. It was the first time that I realised that he was gay. Not long after, another man appeared in our midst. His presence troubled me and turned to look at him face to face, to see into his eyes. Almost beyond my control, I hissed at him like a cat, acting purely on instinct. Immediately, his eyes changed to a yellowy colour and I could see that he was entirely evil. I continued to face him and told him 'I know who you are'. We had a battle of spirits, me facing him, staring him down, and occasionally hissing. I called to my friend who came to my side and could also see that the man was evil. I said that the other dancers would not be able to see or understand and he said he knew. Together we engaged the man in a spiritual battle.

too soon - a warning

I woke up in what looked like a big commercial space in the process of being divided into three apartments, basically one on top of the other. I was excited and very eager to go downstairs to view the ground floor apartment as that was the one in which I was hoping to live. I ventured down to the middle level where various members of my family and my partner were gathered, making breakfast. From the makeshift kitchen, we could see into the building structures of each apartment: the wall frames, the flooring and so on. It was evident that they were not yet finished. Still feeling excited, I ran across the cement floor to go down to the next level. The floor stopped suddenly with no walls or railing to prevent anyone from falling over the edge into the vast open space below, and the stairs similarly had no railing on either side. Nonetheless, I started running down the stairs, still keen to see the ground floor apartment. A short way down, I realised that not only was the building incomplete, but the stairs were unfinished and extremely precarious. They began to buckle slightly under my weight and the wooden stairs, like rungs on a ladder, were dangerously flimsy. I began to slowly back up the stairs, shifting my body carefully. Toward the top, I could see that the screws that held the entire staircase (which was now much more like a badly made ladder) to the cement floor at the top, were inching out of their holes. My mother saw that I was distressed and walked across the cement floor to help me. She sat down on the edge and looked over into the huge space below, some distance to the ground floor. I warned her to go back, that it was dangerous, but the cement floor on which she sat turned into thin plywood and began to bend under her weight plus mine on the ladder, dragging it down. My mother did her best to cling to the edge but the slope was too steep and she simply lost her grip and disappeared into the void, heading toward the cement floor far below. It was too traumatic and I woke up.