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Dream festival last night. In one dream, I was trying to reach a cabin that was in the foothills. I had taken a primitive route that put me on a road that was badly washed out. I made it to the cabin, but only because I managed to navigate past a swampy area where the vehicle threatened to bog down in the mud. When I arrived, some of the people there marveled at the route I had taken and that I had actually made it through. Normally, people who went that route got stuck and would have to be hauled out with a tow truck.

In a second part of the dream, I walked from the cabin toward the center of the city. I was pleasantly surprised that the trails near the city were well maintained. I was also surprised that cabin was so near the city--within walking distance. There were all kinds of branching trails as I neared the city. I chose one that made a steep ascent to a ridgeline area. I had on my hiking boots and easily walked the trail. At the top, I could look back over the entire valley. It was a great vista site once I reached the ridge. I hiked along and before dark settled in made my way back down and to the cabin.

A third dream segment had to do with a dance class. I went into an old building near the cabin. Some people were already there and standing in lines. H was there and I said hello. The instructor started teaching a dance, but she was not making it easy. She was teaching steps out of sequence and using confusing terms and directions. I asked H what was going on. She replied that the people were not there too dance, but were there to learn something about themselves. The dancing was incidental. No one cared if they danced or not. The goal was to learn something about the self.

There was a small girl child there. She refused to stand next to anyone. She stood by herself in the corner of the floor. At some point the class ended and people drifted out onto a deck. Some sat together and covered themselves with blankets to ward off the evening chill. H and I sat together with the little girl nearby.

There were long stretches in each dream segment where I was either driving, walking or dancing. The fact that people were not there to dance was such a strange revelation that I became awake while still asleep, still in the dream state. It was like a message being whispered to me that this information was important.

I literally did wake up at 5:30AM. It was as if I had slept enough and it was time to awaken. I looked at the clock and went back to sleep. But for a moment, I was fully awake, alert.

Went to a Qigong workshop today. It was at EastWest bookstore and was a short 2-hr peek at some Medical Qigong as practiced by a healing professional. It was worthwhile, but nothing of great newness. Practice is what makes the difference. More practice and keeping the intentions clear and fresh.

Just read a SciFi story about a toy designer who created some realistic, talking dolls. A story I could have written. Strange collection of feelings and thoughts as the story unfolded. Wonder how the author came upon the storyline--what prompted his thinking about how the story would unfold? Strange universe we live in--or perhaps more odd than even that.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. Creeps with sound and fury. Will listen to more Tolle tonight. Tolle's talks and Almaas's enneagram discussions dovetail on each other. With SciFi eeriness capping everything. Plus, I'm dreaming about a piece of cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory. The many-layered thought forms of the simple mind.

Weekend wafted away in a haze of food, books, sleep and waiting. Waiting for what? For a sign, a signal, an illumination, restoration, mechination. And it will come. It always does, perhaps.