On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolor in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat
She doesn't give you time for...
I found a picture of you, oh oh oh oh
What hijacked my world that night
To a place in the past
We've been cast out of? Oh oh oh oh
Now we're back in the fight
We're back on the train
Oh, back on the chain gang
A circumstance beyond our control, oh oh oh oh
The phone, the TV and the news of the world
Got in the house like a pigeon from hell, oh oh oh oh
And another one bites the dust
But why can I not conquer love?
And I might've thought that we were one
Wanted to fight this war without weapons
And I want it and I wanted it bad
But there were so many red flags
Now another one bites the dust
Yeah let's be clear, I trust no one
You did not break me
I'm still fighting for peace
Well I've got...
"The Sun And The Moon"
With the sun on my right side and the moon in my breast I've been taking my pennies from the rich and the blessed And they expect all their soldiers to parade what they've won Then to march back to heaven or where ever they come from If I ever live alone again I would live in the pines For I'd remember the future and I'd leave it behind And in the new fallen...
Ah we can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind
Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance
Well they're are no friends of mine
I say, we can go where we want to, a place where they will never find
And we can act like we come from out of this world
Leave the real one far behind,
And we can...
While walking through life I would never fall
If I could be close to it all and all,
If I could be close to it all.
If I had my dream it would not fall down
If I could live high on the ground,
The sound of high is a good one to many around
When they want to be close to it all,
And I want to be close to it all and all,
I want to be close to...
We sleep in broken glasswith no point of referencesaddled in and slainover and over again
Fires broken in twosin threes in foursinfinitumA plexiglass facadeunder false lightflickerings
a walk on the slow sidea ride through eternitythrough bonfires of vanitiesseeds crushed under rootstrangled in purposelost to joy
bootsI rememberI will never forgetbecause there is no never.
050219 Dream was all over the place last night. Remaining - there was a couple, a man and a woman. The sense was they had a habit of infiltrating and "taking"- succubus/vampyric energy types. The woman was a young thin blonde, the man- brunette but his appearance would change later on.
These two were not high level energy- they were low density infiltration types.
Obvious and did not seem to have an issue about what they did.
At first- there was this group studying together- like a spiritual group- we were learning alchemy/magic? and ways of the "upper world".
We would split off into different ways of being and reconnect in "upper world" reality, like a soul study group. So the dream felt fragmented as if my brain was trying to combine these two concepts into an understanding of worlds we inhabited.
This couple made themselves present in the upper world as journalistic types, like news reporters- the look was very h-wood.
At one point, in upper life, this became apparent to me and we were walking around some area-it was somehow both a park with a baseball field, inc a curved cage around home plate and an entry way to our "study" place.
So this couple was there with us, and I felt like at that time, our leader of sorts (K) did not know this couple was [our] issue. They were being allowed "in" somehow.
So during the "walk down", somehow me and this couple had crossed paths. I was somehow seeing the stuff the woman was doing, almost remotely- as if it were a gift I was using and part of my group as a whole- almost like a lookout/guard. I was closest in "rank" to "K" and so this was part of my job to make sure this group knew of energy interlopers.
I felt a sort of mentor relationship with K, as if I was being trained for something- like a new position but it was more like a gradual process, not like a rush or an intended outcome.
It felt like it was part of our group's way of being- we just grew our gifts and then found a niche or useful place for them, there was no competition. But there were still people? others? that wanted to somehow get into this group-for selfish reasons.
I saw the succub woman sort of sneaking around- her energy seemed obvious- at least to me. My group seemed less aware. I saw the man- he somehow tricked this other man, and this- succubus?
I saw an image of him in bed with this man in the most awkward position- it was on a bed, and one man was on his back and this succub was on his back too- and they were like connecting through their feet? and legs? but was meant to be sexual and the succub, at that moment, I could see he was wearing a wig and he was actually very old but with a fit body.
He had no hair, he was bald. And his features looked very old but - it was like he was getting something from this man and he did not know it somehow that this was a bad situation. And he saw that I saw him- and it had been like me hovering in the room, watching "in".
And he told the woman. And when I went back to what felt like my body, I went to tell my mentor, and she was getting the group ready- i peeked in and they were surprised to see me. They looked an odd bunch. One was very small with glasses and a big afro hairstyle, but they looked asian, and light skinned. That one looked at me with confusion- as if they don't often see me.
It looked like a group getting together for a book club and I looked at my mentor in confusion and she conveyed these were the group (again, split world).
I left to go downstairs as if I were to wait for her while she finished up. And then the woman showed up- somehow she had gotten in before the mentor came down- I think my going up to the upper world let her in somehow that time.
And immediately I tried to do some sort of hand spell and she was prepared for this. She held up a block of what looked like rock? granite? it was rough looking but square and it blocked my power to hold her back, and she somehow did something that knocked me on my a$$.
I was then on the floor- very hard to fight her off, and she was putting a round cloth, like a scarf, over my face, and there was a coin in the center that she placed - so the scarf was a circle over my face, on the center there was a hole, and she placed this old coin there- and I fought her alot before she could do that- I called 2 names, one escaped me and the other was Karen (K).
I was so worried for them, she was inside now, and they had no warning. I kept screaming Karen! and the other name but it was like Karen & the other name were the same person- it is as if I cannot remember the second name because it is meant to be kept secret?
And when she put that scarf on me and the coin was at the top, I mostly fought the coin being in the hole- it was as if, it was going to block something on my face that I did not want blocked- I would say my mouth for air, but it meant more than that and I keep getting a "third eye" sense but it is still connected to breathing somehow.
I managed to pull the coin loose while we were fighting but there were still threads, and I used that small space to keep yelling for Karen- somehow, I know that Karen could overpower this being.
I woke up right after. Felt sad. Like I had left somewhere again, and had left people open to harm somehow.
042819 Weird dream- alot of gross connections but not sure why they would be in there. Again, super busy and detailed.
At one point- I was with a woman, an asian woman, and I think I was her spouse? Maybe male? I am unsure. And we were in a sort of lowered bunker type location, almost basement like- but for a very large space, almost like an abandoned warehouse?
We were getting ready for the night, and me feeling like I was going to go to bed, happy to lay next to my wife?-again, not sure what gender I was- this felt outside of my life as I know it.
It looked like we had made a space for ourselves, but it did not look like a house- it was like being homeless, or in a destitute setting. When I went to close the door for the night- it was wooden, faded blue and w/chipped paint, it seemed wider than a typical door and shorter- maybe square, almost like a bunker. It was up higher a bit off the ground and swung inward to close.
I had no concern or fear going to close it, but when I grabbed the handle and brought it almost entirely closed, something grabbed it from the other side trying to pull it open. It had an old antique doorknob (pic below) and I could feel that in my hand, my grip so tight, trying not to let them twist the knob and wrench it out of my hand. It was really hard trying to pull it closed.
I felt panicked- I felt like it was something too strong for me on the other side, and I mean, I was pulling back with all my might and weight.
I called out for my spouse to come help me, she was behind me. on our bunk.
She did not come to help me, and I kept calling her name out behind me, unable to see her, and finally yelling myself awake.