deja-vu and caves
The boy (but not boy, dream logic) and I are looking for a cave ... forest, evening, ruins of a classical sort, step over here and the cave should be within the cliff. Now note the tone, emotion of the dream so far are identical to others I've had...it's deja-vu, but this place has only existed in my dreams, and there's a dream-deja-vu....colours blue, deep, the ruins are lit by floodlights but they found this cave when digging them out...I remember it, an evocation of memories and emotion, I'm here to show the boy...
...we find the entrance, enter, pillars, walls, ceiling, but it's not the cave I remember, confused....a large breasted woman and her daughter find us, they want directions to the cave, I can help them...we're in it (sort of) but I'm not recognizing it, it's too civilized, not a cave anymore, ....it's ok, she's on her way to the hot-springs and brings us towards another stair in the middle of the floor to descend, perhaps it will get more cavish below....
Now strange, in that I recognize in this large breasted woman abundance, and while typically not my style (preferring spare and lean, myself) she's not unattractive and I decide to give her a try...in my dream I recognize in her abundance, the symbolism...I am coming into a cycle of abundance.......we haven't found the right cave, the boy and I, and so I'm summoning up deja-vu memories of other caves I've visited in my dreams....next to Cadomin this one is Cadomin-not-Cadomin, with all the bodies inside, too dark perhaps, there are the other ones I've looked for but not found, there's the caves I found (WE, FAMILY) in dreams, long narrow ones beside the road, horizontal slits filled with fallen rock that in previous dreams we've discovered but not gone back to explore, they must be close by to here I think but really they are so very, very far away....evocations of my dreams of Alaska, the far north...
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Dream of you in a house filled with skeletons
It was night, your house (but not YOUR house, dream logic...), 2 stories cut away in the front like a child's doll-house set into a dark hill...All the rooms are lit, a cosy, inviting warmth, there are strangers and men there, they all seem friendly enough and I can't tell if they're boyfriends or lovers or just friends...
I can see you through these two skeletons, artfully posed as if they were lovers sharing a toast, or Siamese twins, their bones are stained deep brown as if they've been long in the ground, deep brown and polished...
I ask you "What's with the all the skeletons?" but you pretend not to hear me...they're everywhere I look, one is a tidy white with bleached, dried brains piled above the skull like a giant papery balloon, another with a cone-shaped head, others in different poses, all somehow seem a bit freakish, and I try to tell you they probably have great curiosity value, and ask again what's up with all the skeletons...
You acknowledge me this time, but Immediately change the topic, not rudely, you seem glad to see me, but in that way you have of avoiding anything uncomfortable....
And room after room is filled with them, different poses, different skeletons, and you're now artfully avoiding me, flitting room to room, yet glad to have me there and we'll sit down and talk in just a moment....
(I interpreted that one I think, but thought I'd share it with you anyways...)
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Forrest Fenn
No, not lost in the conventional sense of owner dying and taking the secret to his grave, rather a more curious tale of an eccentric who's organized his own treasure hunt...
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