The other day, I was pondering if acting our my dreams might prove insightful. I'm not talking about acting out my desires, but rather to try to allow the night's dreams to give direction to the following day. So, today will be my first trial run.
This dream was vague. All I can recall is that I was wearing a T-shirt that had a picture of Bill Cosby.
Actions Per Dream #1:
I don't own a Bill Cosby T-Shirt, but I do have a Fat Albert shirt. It has pictures of Fat Albert, Mush Mouth, and Rudy. Since Bill Cosby created Fat Albert and did the voices, I am now wearing my Fat Albert T-Shirt.
I was at C. Anna G's House with a large group of people including my wife. C. Anna G is somewhat of a Shaman who lives near Athens Georgia. She is a spiritual leader in her community, hosts moon lodges, and has spiritual workshops for those seeking for a peak into the spiritual realm. At C. Anna G's house, about 20 people had gathered for a role playing game. Masks and dice were passed out. About this time, I heard that it was C. Anna G's birthday. My wife came in and placed my checkbook on the table and said that she'd loaned some money to one of the other guests so that he could give C. Anna G. a present. I asked if she'd recorded it in the checkbook log. She said no. I handed her the book and told her to write it down. She wrote in it and placed the checkbook back on the table. I looked at it and found that she'd written the guy's name and not the amount. I asked how much and she told me $100. I was furious as the guy she'd "loaned" the money to was a young hippy kid with bleach blond hair who obviously couldn't repay it. And, we lived 2 states away so the chances were nil that I'd ever see my money back. I went over to the kid and whispered to him that he could pay me the $100 later this week or just give me $80 in marijuana as it'd been so many years since I'd gotten high. Hi nodded knowingly and I expected him to pay me in this way. Then, another member of the party asked me to come outside with him. We walked over the hill and found the field behind the house to be filled with creators/pits. I jumped down into one of the big ones (about 10 feet across and six feet deep). In it was a rustic chair carved out of a single piece of oak. It sat next to a simple desk on which were displayed many intriguing items carved out of bone or ivory. First, I saw the masks carved out of bone. The man with me pointed out the growth plate lines and said that he thought the masks might be carved out of real human skulls that the kid had dug up (aha! That's what the pits are from). The other items were mostly old buildings and houses carved out of bone. At least one item we were pretty sure was carved out of turtle bones. I commented that the items were absolutely beautiful but that they could never be legally sold being that they were carved out of ivory and bones. But, I wanted one and was hoping that the hippy boy artist could repay me by giving me a piece of art or at least counting the $100 toward my purchasing one for more money.
Actions Per Dream #2:
I live too far to visit C. Anna G. but may e-mail her about the dream. I don't have friends who role play, so that is out. I think that I'll go to a flea market or antique mall to seek out something made of ivory or bone. And, I'll try not to second guess people that I see no matter how simple they appear.
I'm not at all sure what to think of this dream. I think that it may have something to do with my stinginess with money. Perhaps I should not have been angry with my wife for giving money to this young man and for guessing too quickly that he'd be unable to repay me. But, I also have to wonder about the "treasures" that he made some of which were made out of other people's bones. And, what's with the masks? Are we all hiding who we really are? To me, C. Anna G. represents seeing beyond the mundane physical world and delving into the mysterious subconscious spiritual world which is the foundation for our waking world. So, maybe I should try to look beyond everyone's "ego" mask and find the true persons within. That even the most naive carefree person could present treasures.... but why are those treasures still dependent on the bones of others before him? I'll have to ponder this dream a while. Maybe today's search will shed some light on things?