Waterfalls and Dark Castles

This was quite an interesting one, because I have had a recurring dream with this same castle over and over again. Each time, I have gone through different seasons of fields and snow and heat and mountains at night; only to reach this castle each time in my various dreams.

This time, I was driving during the day and it was overcast and cold. In a little European VW bug car. We drove through miles of green countryside and drove in front of this magnificent overbearing looking dark castle in the middle of nowhere.

We went up the driveway and I got out of the car. To the left of me was a small tiny building that looked like a temple, and I went inside. Suddenly I was surround by bright and shining gold, and as I walked in, there were hundreds of rich, elite people there holding a Jewish service and speaking in Hebrew together. I walked down the aisle and no one noticed me. I sat near the front and just looked around in awe at the historic artwork on the ceilings and around the gold walls. Since no one was speaking to me, I decided to quietly get out of there. I went out the back door and went back to the dark castle.

Ironically, the dark castle seemed more inviting than the temple. I so badly wanted to walk in, because it was obviously empty and no one was living there...that I knew of. Which is probably why I wanted to explore and see what or who I could find.

But I decided to explore the grounds. Instead of going through the front door, I saw a dark corner to the right. I went through it and started to crawl on my hands and knees through a hole in the ground.

When I came out I was in a large cave, surrounded by cold rock and glistening pools of moisture. There was a wall of water that was shimmering down on one side and falling gently across a bunch of rocks that had lights underneath them - so the water appeared as if was all lit up as it fell.

I think the cave was sort of my own temple; full of dark yet welcoming mysteries. Feeling more at one with myself, rather than being surrounded by people. And, water too, of course, since I think I must have been a water mammal in another life.

Milhouse Dream

Why I’m even writing about this, I don’t know.

I guess because I need to get it out of my system.

I went to bed last night, filled with anxiety about my job, my film, finances and the future of my and my animals happiness. I’m sure this had a lot to do with the dream.

It took place at night, in the middle of a small town in the middle of nowhere (probably because I watched an episode of True Blood last night). I was at a small train station, and Milhouse was with me. Him and I were going to travel somewhere, but I have no idea where. Already I was stressed because I had Milhouse in a small crate cage, and he wasn’t liking it at all. He was very scared and not sure where I was taking him.

I stood in line at the train counter and asked if I could get a train car for just Milhouse and I, because if I were to sit in coach with him he’d be meowing his head off and disturbing others. If I had my own little compartment, I could let Milhouse out, and he could walk around, sniff things, and eventually, hopefully fall asleep.

Apparently I was given the best seat they had for this kind of situation, which was seat 6A, a tiny seat near a closet that I could adjoin to me. I stood in line to pay for it, and it came to $1800. I almost choked and paid it, just miserable.

Suddenly I remembered there was something I absolutely HAD to bring with me. I put millhouse down in the cage, looked at him and told him I would be back shortly. He watched me leave, meowing and all alone, surrounded by strange people and a busy environment. I ran out of the station, down the street, down the highway and was running through the streets of downtown for some reason. I was scared and wanting to get back to my Milhouse. I went into a building, grabbed whatever it was I needed (I can’t even remember) and then I ran all the way back to the station, hoping I didn’t miss the train.

I got back to the station, seeing the train pulling out and starting to go down the track.

I missed the train.

As it passed me, I saw a train car full of animals in cages stacked on top of each other. Milhouse was one of them.

I yelled and screamed for the train car to stop. I started running after it and screaming Milhouse’s name. Milhouse started meowing, along with the other animals barking and whining above him. I couldn’t find anyone to stop the train and there was no one to help me. I continued to run after it, hearing Milhouse meow for me. I stopped running, to watch the train totally disappear into the dark, and I had no idea where it was going. Milhouse was gone, and I had no clue what would happen to him anymore.

It was the worst dream I’ve ever had about my animals. Just writing it, makes me tear up. I have a passion for my little boy Millie. He and I are connected. If he were to disappear, I do not know how I could go on living. Not knowing how he was, not knowing if he was alone, hungry, taken away? Scared? Looking for me? And never finding me?

I can’t live like that.

When I awoke, I was in the worst fear. I looked down and saw Milhouse sleeping near my feet. I whispered his name and he got up, walked over to my pillow and curled up into a ball on the pillow. I whispered his name again and began to pet his soft coat of fur.

And Milhouse, being the cranky ball of fire he is, MARRWED harshly at me and his little paw bounced off my hand, as if saying “Awww come on, I’m sleeping!!"

No wonder little boys can't stand their moms giving them smooches at night.

Burnt Houses and Hopping Around The Universe

It started with me in a burnt down house, yet the structure was still in tact. And I was so broke that I convinced the owner to let me and my two kitties live there. Ironically, there was a pool in the back that was in beautiful condition, and it even had a fountain that sprayed everywhere.
The house was a complete dump, and there was dirt and broken/burnt wood everywhere. I set up a Television, my couch, and my bed. Made sure I had a fridge in the burnt kitchen that worked, and that the toilet flushed. It was late at night, so i turned on a lamp I had. If one were to drive by, they'd see a woman sitting on a couch with a lamp, watching TV with two cats - and no walls.
It became the next morning and I was suddenly out on the back concrete porch, looking at the beautiful mansion-like pool. There were four people surrounding me, and singing Happy Birthday. I didn't know any of them, except one person who looked like a co-worker I bumped into weeks ago.
It began to rain and I went back inside, avoiding the drips from the holes in the burnt ceiling. I went to bed and pulled the covers over my head. Suddenly I heard a whirling noise, and got up to see what it was.
There was a hole in the floor. A large hole, and it was spinning.
Almost like a pool of oil that was going round and round until it created some kind of a vortex that went down into the ground forever. I just stared at it, not really believing what the heck was going on.

So, I jumped into it.

Went way down into the bottom of it, whirling around, and suddenly found myself thrown onto a grassy ground, surrounded by pink trees and a long bright path in front of me. I looked up and the circle I fell from closed up immediately.
Standing up, I felt like Alice in Wonderland. I walked down this path, passing all sorts of strange, quaint little houses that looked like they were made out of candy. Very colorful places, lots of colorful trees - almost like a Disney movie. I came across a tall woman, with long blond hair and a huge flowing white dress. Someone she told me I was on the planet Venus.
I kept walking and realized I was getting lost, surrounded by all these blissful blooming trees. I looked down and saw the vortex appear. I jumped in it and was thrown around again, until I was gently brought back into my room at the burnt house. I was exhilarated. I called a friend of mine and convinced them to come over. They walked through the place, laughing at the state of the house and then I showed them the moving circle in the ground. We both just stared at it.

High Ceilings and Waterfalls

Apparently I was sitting in some large architectural neo-modern building that was completely empty. It had incredibly large ceilings that seemed to go on forever. The room I was in sitting in the middle of, seemed to go on and on for miles, without any end or wall in my sight. Just a large open space with walls on the side, but no end of it anywhere.
I was sitting on a white concrete stool. One of those things you might find in a garden. Behind me, was a quiet, large waterfall dropping all the way down from the top of the ceiling and falling gently behind me. I could hear the sound of water rushing down, but never hearing it hit the ground.
I was holding a pen and had a dark notebook in my lap, but I wasn't paying attention to that at all. All I was doing was continually staring up at the ceiling above me, and looking at the vast emptiness of it. Suddenly I heard an organ playing, echoing in the distance somewhere, with people's voices whispering over it. I remember not moving my head, but looking down with my eyes at the dark hallway that I could barely see miles away - way, way down in front of me. Sort of a dark spot in the middle of all these white walls. I strained to hear more of what might be going on.
Sitting there in the middle of the quiet, peaceful water falling, and hearing the gentle underground noise of an organ playing gently - I finally felt content and closed my eyes. I think I liked knowing I was there completely by myself - accepting and embracing the beauty that can come from being alone; that only you and yourself can experience. No one else. Because its the only time you feel fully understood. It's a great moment of fulfillment.
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Trailer Parks and Lifesize Talking Grasshoppers

I remember the first dream I had when I was twelve. I remember waking up and going, boy - do I really dream like this?
So when I was twelve, I believe at the time, the song "Ghostbusters" was a hit. My dream began with a trailer in the middle of nowhere, in a large deep green field around 8pm at night. A couple were dancing in their trailer to this song. Slow dancing. The man seemed irritated at this, while the woman was smiling the whole time and happy she was enjoying herself and her husband.
Suddenly she hears a noise outside. She leaves the trailer, and walks out into the field in the dark. The music grows faint and it is suddenly silent. She is in total darkness. She sees a glow from beneath the ground, and bends down to look at it. The glow begins to pulsate. The glow is a bright green, flashing off and on. Fade to black.
10 years later.
The trailer park is gone, and on this ground that used to stand a grassy field, now stands a middle school. She is now a music teacher at this school, and is watching her class sing in the auditorium for hundreds of proud onlooking parents. She stands in the back of the rows, watching. She suddenly sees an open door in the corner of the room behind the stage where the kids are performing. She goes behind the stage and see the door, wide open, leading to darkness. She hesitates, not sure why she didn't see this door before. She walks through it, and into a void of black silence.
As her eyes get used to walking in blackness, she sees that she is walking down a long hallway. The hallway turns into a labyrinth, that begins to twist around. It is going further and further down, underneath the ground. She sees all sorts of old rustic black doors, all with locks on them. The walls around her are all black brick, with dirt and grime all over. No one has been down here for years, if ever. No human, that is.
She stops at an open door. Suddenly, she hears a shuffling from this empty dark room, and a grunting as some massive thing is moving. She stands there, not knowing what to do. From the darkness, comes a life size insect, looking almost like a grasshopper, wearing a black vest and hat. He stops and breathes raggedly. She stares back at him.
He looks at her. He bows like a gentleman, and takes off his hat. He stands back up straight, as she hears his wings shutter. She smiles.
"Welcome" he says.

An Empty Building and a Yearning Ulrich

Music: Ulrich Schnauss "Einfeld"

All I can say is that it began with a large stone palace, that somehow turned to the color of ice. It was shiny, bright; brilliant. Yet the insides of this place was completely empty, full of dust and dirt; as if it was one of those unfinished warehouse buildings you see as you drive by it.
6 Floors. Six empty floors. You would enter the building from the bottom, and see a long staircase that went all the way to the ceiling; yet there would be an opening at every floor. The floors had no walls. Everything was in full view.
I was there, with the music of Ulrich's "Einfeld" in the background somewhere. I was alone in all of the emptiness and dust flying around slowly, like slow tiny fireflies that were being highlighted from a setting sun outside.
I looked over the staircase from the highest floor, and saw all the way down to the bottom of the 6 floors this place had. I had a strange feeling that there was no gravity, and that I could fly down to the bottom if I wanted to. I bent down and swished my hand into the empty air, as if putting my hand through water. It felt as if there was no air - but a elating energy that was asking to be felt. I took a rock and tossed it out there, and it leisurely took its time to slowly fall past all the floors, and land softly on the ground.
I decided to fall into the space, and I floated as well down towards the ground. I felt a calming feeling I had never felt before as I was descending. I was at the bottom. I then walked back up all the flights of this one staircase and went back to the 6th floor where I originally was. For some reason I felt compelled to walk over to this one sheek thing in the building; which was a stereo system, playing the same song I had been hearing since the beginning. There is a part in this "Einfeld" song that someone is singing faintly in the background but it's incredibly hard to decipher. In this dream, I heard the entire lyrics - of his saying something like "I can't stand this waiting anymore; to be by myself and waiting for your beauty; trust in everyone you see - Jesus Christ, give me the strength to see through me" in almost a sancrasant type prayer. I looked behind me and saw my two cats watching this, and listening. I walked over to them and sat down with them in the dust, listening to the rest of the music and hearing the passion whisper throughout the entire building structure.