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Mish mash of (internal) wandering dreams.
Dozed off right after an evening meditation session that included bioenergetic breathing; woke from a semi-nightmare of being in more than one bedroom or place (or, wasn't sure which one I was actually in), feeling I'd wrassled with something/someone invisible. Recall thinking to myself at one point, as I momentarily got myself on top of the wiry, invisible assailant, that if I could just slam its head back against the floor repeatedly, that might stun it enough to make it let me go.
Took a while to get back to sleep, so sleep was a little biphasic last night, but did.
Impressions from the later dreaming sequence(s) included wandering an internal complex. Seemed to visit my mother (!) at one point (my dad might have been there, too, but the main interaction was with her); as I was preparing to depart, she gave me some potato chips that were actually a weight-loss drug; perhaps she'd had some left over from the past* (as I'd apparently been complaining to her about my recent inability to lose weight). I ate them, before I quite realized what they were. I had also gone (or would go?) to another, actual doctor, and subsequently found myself concerned that the two solutions might intefere or interact in a negative way with each other. But in the meantime, I joked that the medicated potato chips (powder on the outside) must be 'speed'.
One sequence was unpleasant; was in some interior stuck for the moment with, or serving (or pretending to serve), this mafia / illuminati-like bunch. One of them gave the impression of being like 'Tony Soprano', and he may have sexually harassed me, but only briefly and not at all personally, as if it were something he did often, in passing, to those 'below' him. In other words, it was a quick reminder: 'This is what I can do to (any of) you, if I want'. Shortly after, these 'rich housewives' came in almost like a procession. IE, these were the rich, pampered wives of the 'illuminati' types, whose demesne this was. I generally laid low, getting the impression that I'd be able to get free of the place soon, possibly due to incoming, outside help (wasn't clear).
Hung out with some young friends or companions; as if we were 'kids' or in 'school'. We seemed to have some rooms in a corner, almost as if adjoining 'dorm rooms'. There was a bit of mucking/running about, but not for any bad reason; I think were just being 'young'. At one point, with another young person following along behind me, I tried to find/go to my specific 'room' there, but kept going in one door too early; had to cut through part of what was probably a suite.
Another sequence or area, I saw a 'video installation'; got the impression it was the product of some earlier artistic workshop (as if this was the artist's result, documenting their work with a specific young black person/child, who was seen running along, as if a film or video were being viewed, but seen on the side of a cube). This caused me to have the impression that the area I was in was a 'museum'.
* She never did this in Real Life, BTW; weight was never an issue with her, bar one brief period where she was unhappy at having briefly gained some weight.
** Right after initial nightmarish scenario while dozing, root chakra activity
At some point later, naval or heart chakra activity; probably more naval.
Dozed off right after an evening meditation session that included bioenergetic breathing; woke from a semi-nightmare of being in more than one bedroom or place (or, wasn't sure which one I was actually in), feeling I'd wrassled with something/someone invisible. Recall thinking to myself at one point, as I momentarily got myself on top of the wiry, invisible assailant, that if I could just slam its head back against the floor repeatedly, that might stun it enough to make it let me go.
Took a while to get back to sleep, so sleep was a little biphasic last night, but did.
Impressions from the later dreaming sequence(s) included wandering an internal complex. Seemed to visit my mother (!) at one point (my dad might have been there, too, but the main interaction was with her); as I was preparing to depart, she gave me some potato chips that were actually a weight-loss drug; perhaps she'd had some left over from the past* (as I'd apparently been complaining to her about my recent inability to lose weight). I ate them, before I quite realized what they were. I had also gone (or would go?) to another, actual doctor, and subsequently found myself concerned that the two solutions might intefere or interact in a negative way with each other. But in the meantime, I joked that the medicated potato chips (powder on the outside) must be 'speed'.
One sequence was unpleasant; was in some interior stuck for the moment with, or serving (or pretending to serve), this mafia / illuminati-like bunch. One of them gave the impression of being like 'Tony Soprano', and he may have sexually harassed me, but only briefly and not at all personally, as if it were something he did often, in passing, to those 'below' him. In other words, it was a quick reminder: 'This is what I can do to (any of) you, if I want'. Shortly after, these 'rich housewives' came in almost like a procession. IE, these were the rich, pampered wives of the 'illuminati' types, whose demesne this was. I generally laid low, getting the impression that I'd be able to get free of the place soon, possibly due to incoming, outside help (wasn't clear).
Hung out with some young friends or companions; as if we were 'kids' or in 'school'. We seemed to have some rooms in a corner, almost as if adjoining 'dorm rooms'. There was a bit of mucking/running about, but not for any bad reason; I think were just being 'young'. At one point, with another young person following along behind me, I tried to find/go to my specific 'room' there, but kept going in one door too early; had to cut through part of what was probably a suite.
Another sequence or area, I saw a 'video installation'; got the impression it was the product of some earlier artistic workshop (as if this was the artist's result, documenting their work with a specific young black person/child, who was seen running along, as if a film or video were being viewed, but seen on the side of a cube). This caused me to have the impression that the area I was in was a 'museum'.
* She never did this in Real Life, BTW; weight was never an issue with her, bar one brief period where she was unhappy at having briefly gained some weight.
** Right after initial nightmarish scenario while dozing, root chakra activity
At some point later, naval or heart chakra activity; probably more naval.