task of the month

2nd May 2015
I found myself in an old age home. The white back room I was in was well lit by large windows and high ceilings. There seemed to be a en-suite bathroom in the corner, with walls made from cardboard lower that the one in the actual room. I walked towards the rear of the room and caught a glimpse of myself in a large vertical rectangular make-up mirror on the right hand side wall.

I couldn't recognise the person who looked back at at all.

It looked as though I had aged 20 years, had a huge musache, and look like a long black haired Mexican that was aging.I immediately knew i was dreaming and and stabilized by focusing on the detail on my at my hands.They seemed to have large black and deep grooves on them.
I told myself that when I turn toward the front of the room I would find a flower to smell. When i did, no flower was in sight. I began exploring the space and what seemed to be a lounge area with turquoise and cream chairs and a low coffee table.
Finally, on the coffee table I found the small flower I had been looking for. It was a small white daisy that was growing out of a pink and purple cardboard box with a dark pruple ribbon running along the length of the box. Metal black spikes coming out of the box caged the flower in as protection, but the flower was exposed at the top.I gave the flower a sniff and it gave off a sterile hospital aroma, and immediately began to die and wither.

Monday, 25th August 2014

Moon Cycle:New Moon in Virgo

Tarot card of the Day: Ace of Cups

Mayan Calender:Blue Cosmic Storm

Nostril less blocked on awakening: Right (Masculine,left brain,logical/analytical)

This dream occoured on the start of the New Moon on Monday when my girlfriend,myself and two other friends (another couple) decided to hike up one of the nearby mountains and camp out in a secluded cave for a night of shamanism and star-gazing.

As the clear,still night fell we all consumed a small amount of plant medicines in the form of a tea (San Pedro and Psilocybin).
The effects where felt, although very mild.
We made a fire and began telling stories,playing music and chanting before falling asleeping just before the crack of dawn.


Dream:

I'm speeding through a city which resembles my hometown on my black Enfield motorbike, still on the initial lucidity realization high. I feel confident and invincible...there seems no reason to stabilize the dream.
(ln retrospect I should have, as I only maintained a surface level of lucidity)

I weaved through traffic, knocking pedestrians and cars to pieces knowing that no real bodily harm could transpire.
Or could it?
I asked myself the question while taking a particularly long and wide corner and the mental doubt caused the tires to slip from under me .
I began to slide with my right leg being dragged underneath the bike.

Swiftly I jumped up and let my bike continue to slide away while i scurried to my feet.
"it's just a dream,its just a dream...",I reminded myself.

There was a feeling of angst that the dream was about to end, which caused my behavior to become erratic and crazy to say the least.
Even though I was conscious and somewhat lucidly aware,it was as if my primal male instincts took over and I was observing my dream body on auto pilot.

I saw a frozen yogurt cafe on the sidewalk where I just had crashed and sprinted into it in a frenzy.
Jumping over the counter where various cakes and sweets where displayed, i proceeded to stuff as many flavors of frozen yogurt in my mouth using the cooling dispensers which lay along the far wall.

"What are you doing?",the cashier shouts from across the other end of the room.
"Whatever I want!" I reply in a commanding tone.

I double take at the cashier and notice she is extremely attractive.
Curly brunette hair ,deep brown eyes,olive skin, curvaceous body and full lips.

My "cave-man" mentality at the time gets the better of me and I grab her by the arm and pull her into the back room.
Strangely she complied without any resistance.
The erotica that ensued was very intense,fast paced and primal...with ripping off clothes, loud shouts and groans and the collision of sweaty bodies... often being thrown around the room.

Then she uttered something in my ear...
"Remember what you are here for...."
I was struck by a sudden clarity and lucidity again.
"The dream task!"I exclaimed.
I left the sexual escapades in the back room and ran outside.

Many dream characters where sitting on the sidewalk in the sunshine drinking around round white tables.
I took a seat at one of them and asked a chubby short man to tell me a foreign word and its meaning.
He replied in something that sounded similar to Spanish.
I then asked a middle aged lady sitting adjacent to him the same question,and she replied in what I could make out to be a French accent.

Upon awakening I was unable to recall the words or their meaning...only the unique accents in which the DC's spoke.
Arg.

Almost!