I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

[the mingo]

Ok, if ya lookin' for me look out on the trail. Catch you then. Keep a sharp eye for bears!

[SadLuckDame]

Mingo darlin', but what am I messenger for?
Shouldn't I know, cause I'm baffled, I'm simply a mess and not sure how helpful I can be for people. I'm an excellent student, but I don't think I'd be so good at teaching messages.

I might be way off, I'm gonna keep digesting this and the dreams, shifting through and seeing what I'm needing to see. Some times it takes awhile for a light-bulb. Ha ha! I'm loopy, you know me.

Just ate scrambled eggs, power of suggestion, thank you, I've spent an entire week-end happily amused without any down time. This amazes me. What a treat, no time for idle thoughts and I stayed healthy.

You gots me going like this and I stayed up, up, up.

[the mingo]

OOOO - Good question! Your not a messenger - not so much. Your bee dream brought to light that you have potential as a tracker - a dream tracker. To dream track well, to work a trail in respect is to listen. Listen to the dreams. They like you and need someone to talk to. You look at things thoroughly, you allow time for images to reach their bedrock before you speak, you recognize and give things their own space. You naturally notice relations 'tween things. You do not impose but work to see. Like your bees showed you, you go to the light. The dream is the messenger. And you don't teach - not so much. You track - you listen. Dreams always work to raising awareness.
Always Always Always. Your part in that is to recognize and point to. And don't act as if under the gun here, your bees simply pointed out you have potential here - does not mean you have to or are obligated to or anything like that. They simply raised your awareness about it. That's all.

If you go all heavy on this I will just have to find you and tickle you 'til you begin to breathe.
Yeah, that.

You're not loopy. You're just as you should be.
And I'm glad your happy and amused. That's as it should be too.

So I'm gonna take a break for a movie. Ever seen "Frozen River" ? I've been to the Mohawk rez where they filmed a lot of it. Was weird to see someplace you are familiar with through the lens of a camera. Anyways, you might check it out. Good movie.

I'll finish work on your dream later today and post. It's ok if you're way off, your dream will be here for ya when ya get back.
Catch ya later, Annie B.

[SadLuckDame]

OH! yes, for sure I've a love of that, it's like an addiction to sort and piece, on the prowl, on the hunt for foot prints. Whether it bees for me or to find someone,
cause of that word 'possibilities'! One of the best words out there.
Gonna check youtube and google for the movie.
I'm in the mood for one, just hangin' out doing laundry.

[the mingo]

I shortchanged the trail and the trackin' on your second dream. Yeah, that. I'm gonna finish it now right. And straight up the way I normally would without all the breakdown of parts like I was doing. I did that because of what your bee dream showed me and I got excited to show you how it works - tried to do too much. So, to the trail - You've been moved into a "new house", behind your back and without your say-so. Not only you but also "all of my belongings". You describe these belongings as "my most intimate" & "all my most knowable items". and they are all on view, no less. Your dream has brought these along with you to this "strange place". First this "mostly upsets" you and then you go to "also mad". Lets look at what has happened here. Your dream puts you not just anywhere. It puts you in a "house", a "new" house. With all your most intimate and knowable items on view. Your dream has acted to raise your awareness by immediately engaging you on an emotional level right after putting you in a new and strange place. It shows you how familiar it is with you. It knows about all your "intimate" and "knowable things". It knows where they all are and it gathered them up so that they all arrive with you in this "new house". It acts to reassure you like this to show you you are not alone. It knows this approach will work with you because it knows you so well and it does work because after you rant and swear what happens? You say it yourself, "I started noticing" - your awareness of the situation is now active, mission accomplished and on with the show...

What happens next after you " started noticing"? What did you notice? You didn't notice just anything, you noticed something specific and then you noticed a certain detail, "some items were dusty with layers,cobwebbed" and, even more, "I'd not seen them in very long." Now ain't that something? What's your dream up to now ? It is doin' something for you here, showing you something, something important, something it wants you not only to see but also to realize and take to heart. Let's let that sit a moment with you while we go just a bit further ahead here - you do have a realization of your own about these items, you realized where they were from, "from my attic". Where they have been for a very long time. So long in fact that they have become the territory of dust and spiders. ( just a side note here, your dreaming self has a sense of humor with you about invertebrates. Two dreams here and one has insects {bees} and this one arachnids.)

Ok, all for now Annie, got some chores to do. Will try and cover some more ground after work tonight. What I left to sit with you, think about it. Hint - consider the presence of dust and spiders on your "most knowable items", why might your dream have acted to place these in front of you in such a way that your specific response to them was "now I needed to clean them." What to you need to do when you clean something? ( And no, there is no horrendous discovery for you here, quite the opposite. So don't be afraid. What your dream has done here is a good thing.)

[SadLuckDame]

It knows about all your "intimate" and "knowable things". It knows where they all are and it gathered them up so that they all arrive with you in this "new house".

It is very good indeed to know a tracker, you've amazed me with this.
I'd never considered it in this light before that it was actually me doing this, the exposing, the intimacy with myself in the night dreaming away, setting myself in such disarray at times, only to get an awareness by using methods it knows will work on me...it being me.

Last night it was carnivals, I'm going through it all as we speak, trying to dissect and see what I wanted me to see. Especially one section in the dream, a carnival man (painted face) stood across from me while I tried to catch pictures of him with the carnival scenery and colors behind him. He held up this colorful swirled tube, where the swirl twists and twists. I went to snap a picture of him with his face inside and the swirl all around framing him.

He laughed and pointed to my camera lens, it became twin to his swirling twirl and became an identical object. We focused a reflection back to each other, than our two swirls reached out across the distance, connected and became one, became a long tunnel of swirling twirling color, his face on one end, mine on other.

[SadLuckDame]

I feel blessed in friendship. I don't know what I've done to deserve it, because I'm not entirely good, but God smiled on me and provided good hearts to surround me. Thanks bees to you mingo and Jack, for the friendships here and to Doreen, constantine, and our studio 8ers.

[SadLuckDame]

Practiced some tracking on another dream from last night. First I'll write the dream, then I'll show the trail. Let me know if you think I got the map right.

Dreamt about a small girl I was in possession of, her being mine whom I protected and cared for. I was ordered to prepare her to be given over to the queen. I was still to care for her, but she would go to share a room, home, life with the queen. I took her to her new room, it was a huge bedroom chamber kitty corner to the queen's own sleeping quarters, infact little separated the two rooms, just a turn really, because there was not even a door.

I slowly introduced her to the new area, to all that seemed alien. It felt like Moses being put into the basket for the river. That sense of almost losing her, when I wanted to cling but could not, especially a knowledge of not wanting to hold her back from destiny, growth. I walked her through the details of the beautiful book cases, the wall paintings, the gardens outside, then I noticed a large gilded organ and knew it would be a thing for her to desire and she'd often said she'd wished for one. I was thrilled for her, but nervous for it was the queen's nap time and my little girl was so impulsive, spontaneous and reckless. She'd make a mad dash towards the instrument and it would result in the queen's waking with anger.

I spent time worrying how to introduce the piece, but too much time and before I could stop her, my girl sprang on it, running her little fingers over the keys in melody.

..............................

The tracking I've done on this is that the three represent myself, my little darling child self whom is impulsive, naive, reckless with the moment. Then my protective self, whom has a goodness, but careful and thoughtful to all surrounding, concerned, worried, never a settled mind and finally myself the queen, angry, bossy and demanding. If I allow my child-like impulses to win the moment, then I have my motherly worrier about trying to watch all the area, to try to jump before the child's whim and finally if she fails then my child self is to suffer at my larger than life queen self who will drag her by her pig-tails and toss her to the sea.

[the mingo]

Told ya. Nennie Nennie boo boo. Well, I can't really claim...I mean it's not like I just pulled it out of my hat...Well, to tell ya the truth I was tipped to it.
Yeah that's right, somebody dime'd on ya. Ratted ya out big time. O and let me tell ya they just couldn't wait to tell me all 'bout it. Don't think too bad 'bout 'em though. They're really a bunch of good guys at heart. They got a couple of quirks, mind ya, they like sometimes to go around dressed as a bunch of biting bees & O! they just love a good carnival and masks and ... and ... o yeah and lights!

Wait! Wait! I'm tryin' to get myself under control here. Ok, got it. All funnin' on ya aside - Good trackin' Ann. Clean, keen, and sharp eyed. You avoided the temptation to get sidetracked by interpretation, you kept your hand steady on the tiller and you watched what the dream was up to and listened to it. If my half assed half Indian uncle was here he would have asked you out to dinner yesterday.

I'm so pleased I think I'n gonna take your advice and have that cup of tea. Earl Grey - shaken, not stirred. And I'm not doin' any more work tonight either.
I'll take up the trail on your new house dream where I left off tomorrow. The rest of tonight I'm just gonna cruise.

'Nite Annie B.

[the mingo]

PS - And sure would like to know what ya find out 'bout the carnival and the man with the painted face and the twirling light. Sounds exciting

[the mingo]

Ain't got back to the trail yet, weekdays are so busy. So I'm slippin ya a painting I did this mornin' by way of lettin' ya know I ain't forgot.
(I'm so suave) (Ain't I just so suave?) Yeah, that.

[SadLuckDame]

I see a little animal prancing near a flower, plus two heated spuns going skyward... Thank you much, mingo. Sorry I'm not here, not feeling good, gotta go to bed. Taking meds, hoping it's just a 24 hr bug. Talk to you and Jack tomorrow and not trying to seem distant. Lots to catch up on, I appreciate the thoughts.

[the mingo]

That's not good. Rest up, we'll be here.

[SadLuckDame]

I know I'm supposed to be here, bees writing and not only interacting with all of you in my head, but with words too, as to invite you into what it is I see us doing. I just don't know hows to yet, still obstacling myself. I'm here, and I've a ton of conversation back and forth with you, I'm only stuck on the actual typing it out part.

Here we are.
I'm glad you're here.
I'm looking for the cat in the box.
I'm so frustrated when I don't dream. Makes me feel detached from a world.
And I'm a duller girl by the minute the more minutes, the more I lose by the minute. I'm dealing with the character and what it means with her, and how the loneliness resonates not only now, not only past, but future. It's a grasper. Sigh dame, what a tucker upper.

[the mingo]

O bitch moan whine, what? You've been sick so your dream self's been sick too. You put yourself on meds - put your dream self's on meds too. And what did you 'spec? Extravaganza? A hundred million dollar take the first weekend out ? Maybe even in 3D ?

O Lord! O Lord! , why have you forsaken this poor spoiled creature and left her bereft to wallow in her miseries?

Quick ! All the Queen's horses & all the Queen's men! To the Queen's side at once ! It's an emergency hissy ! Step lively now, lads ! If we don't catch that frustration nip-in-the-bud fashion you know how that wrath of hers will be ! Sweet Son of David have mercy!

My notion on all this postering of yours is G-a-G. Also known as Get-a-Grip - before you bring down the Four Horsemen upon us all.



Hey, you're not so disconnected. Your dreams are there but they are frustrated and are in the midst of a hissy by way of obstacling themselves. They've a ton of conversation for you but they are stuck on the actual typing it out part.


Ain't I suave? Please say I'm just sssooooo suave!

BTW - yes, this is a spanking and you've deserved it too, you mischievous little darling you !