I was a spinner and a winddancer. I cannot think of a better term to describe what I was in this dream. I would flip and spin at odd angles or seem as if I floated as I turned on the ground. People would come watch me in quiet peaceful crowds. No loud cheering just quiet amazement. I did this on land and in the water, as if I traveled that way and my goal was to calm people by my movements.

A family or cult of some kind. On a huge ship in a large dining room.There were people around, nicely dressed and polite, but some shot odd looks at me as if I did not belong.

A beautiful fishing tank with some fish and a crystalline looking creature you could barely see. The creature was almost sacred. Someone had to watch the tank at all times for security as the creature was very transparent. The creature was used for a drug some how. It was used for injecting a serum or drug into your system for the initiation. When you were initiated you were hallucinating. If you saw something particular you passed. If not you failed and were stripped down and kicked out. (continue reading…)

It was a family reunion of sorts. Though other people were there too, a few that I knew. We spend time outside as it was really hot inside the house we were all staying. We waded in the river that was nearby. I was listening to my iPod, and sometimes chatting. There was one guy there that my brother knew who looked a bit familiar. He kept looking m way and smirking. I wasn’t sure why. Eventually he came over when we were packing up to go home and lifted me from the ground under my arms. I thought it was funny.

Yeaaaa… odd.

It was my family. We had to cross what looked like lava along a rickety bridge of metal. We walked across fine and toured some other sight we were going to see. On the way back it was daylight. We could see what we crossed over was actually sewage. It was a city of cement and metal. We crossed the one section of sewage then came to another section of clear blue water where the rickety bridge continued. My brother walked across fine. I had to eventually crawl because the bridge had started to twist. We all made it and stopped in at the hotel for a room. The old guy with a scraggly beard said he hoped we enjoyed the sights.

Weird.