I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

[the mingo]

had a house dream. It seemed just before I woke up this morninng. it stood where it once stood and was being remodeled. all the windows had been removed so you could see inside. work was being done inside & outside simultaneously. the house was exactly as I remembered it except for a round window on the second floor, east side. When i saw it in the dream i thought "wow, i had forgotten that window" but i can't say that that round window ever existed. A pickup truck was in the driveway. An old (from our perspective) truck. light brown - no shine, a workman's truck.
this house is from my childhood. It was the next house down from us across the railroad tracks. it was old even then but impressive. Not huge but bigger than most of the old farmhouses around here tended to be. Had certain touches to it that told me the original builders had some money. The porch was cool, it was rounded out where it came around the northeast corner of the house as if it were trying to imitate a gazebo. the people what lived there moved away & the house sat vacant for couple of years or so. Then the local volunteer fire guys came and burned it down for practice. That was decades ago. it was a surprising dream.

tell me about your dream - & the phone call. That sounds interesting.

[SadLuckDame]

You'll think I'm just lying and stuffs, but I'm not.
The dream was about the 'cat fish' calling and he was in the midst of a new house. Instead of it being me, it was him.

I didn't write the dream out straight away, so I don't remember it in detail,
only that I was shocked he'd called and that it was his voice. And then the shock that he was doing as I'd so often done in my dreams. Had the awareness in the dream that it was dreaming and that we were discussing dreaming.

Then the craziness that it is to see your above dream, too, today. ha ha.

Had a dream last night of portals. The portal looked like a giant home-made string bubble wand, ya know, the kind to make large bubbles with.
We were using it to reach in and bring through people from whom we knew to put them right there with us.

I was concerned about not forewarning whoever we were to bring through the portal, because I didn't want them to suffer the shock of being in one place and suddenly arriving in ours by our fingers grasping them at their shirt sleeves and dragging them through the portal to us and where it was that we were.
I was saying, "Don't frighten them, give them a little notice."

[the mingo]

So the "catfish" calls you from his "new house" to discuss the very dream you were having?
Your dreaming self calls you up on the phone to talk to you in the person of the catfish. That is succulent. Direct contact between the dreamer and the dreaming self is always a heads-up. Whatever it was you were talking of is not as important as the contact itself. It's important too that the conversation was accomplished through the means of a device, a common device, a telephone.
Something you can not only speak through but listen over. Communication - Co - means together, a sharing, to make common. Your dreaming self desires contact for reasons of it's own - Listen as good as you can - something's up.

Your portal dream I'll get to tomorrow.
'Nite, Doll

[SadLuckDame]

I went to sleep thinking about your dream and I kept it in mind that there was no windows on the house you were getting involved in. It could mean the taking out of windows to view the inner soul. Do you think you were doing not only the outside work, but the internal work and the spiritual work that night?
I don't know what it means when a brand new window appears.

All I know is that it seems to me that houses equal bodies and windows equal looking into the soul and cleaning, rearranging and fixing is getting one's-self into natural order, the preparation and awareness of self.
Makes me happy.

[the mingo]

That's a good take on that part of the dream. I think ya nailed the thread square. I've been trackin' that dream myself because it was so clear and I woke up from it refreshed which I believe was the point. It's still with me that feelin'. I'll catch ya later on your portal dream - gotta go warm up my painting room. I'm in the mood for Darcy who wants me to get some more work down with her.

[the mingo]

... ok lets get to your portal dream ... and I don't wanna be yanked through no bubble hole either ! Seems you had a good time here. No dark binges to be seen.
But you kept mentioning "us" & "we" without identifying either. It's like you and the "us" were famous buds goin' around pulling people through your magic wormholes. You were with your dreaming self. Both of you in the process of rearranging the world more to your liking. The Apostle Queens of the Wormhole. And you, Ms. Little Warning, played the more considerate one. Wanting to give everyone a heads-up before doing what you were going to do anyway. In your dream here you are full of mischief too.

I've been reading about the Romanov's lately due to a book I am reading. Lots of stuff out there about them. I was on youtube day before yesterday watching a slideshow of photos of the Romanov's and in the background a piece of music was playing. I had never heard it before this and I fell in love with it. I'm sending it to you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NhFHpplF ... re=related

'Nite, Doll.

[the mingo]

...zzz...zzz...zzzzz...zzz...

[SadLuckDame]

Sorries I've not been here.
I'm keeping a lion. He has fierce teeth and a hunger in his belly, his roar is frightening (if I'm honest). Anyway, I'm the keeper of the lion to keep him in better behaviors and tamer.

(My daughter had friends over to spend the night, they're still here and I gotta stay sitting near the dog out in the kitchen or in my bedroom or else he's a hassle. )

I'm just reading a book, sipping coffee and writing notes to tell you about in a little notepad out there at the kitchen table. I wrote a remembered piece on the dream about a photograph in it.)

Neener neener
Thinking about your interpretation.

[the mingo]

Sorry I didn't give your portal dream a full run. There is more to it than I covered but...I read your daily stuff at night when I get home from work so I'm not at my best if you slip a dream in there and if I wait to get to it it does not always get done. I ran the trail but when I read what i had typed i felt the mood I was in had put it's slant on things so I gave ya the short version minus my crap. It deserves a better trail. The portal deal and the action associated with it was neat, I just won't get another chance at it - I'm beading a raccoon skull as part of a deal for my neighbor's birthday which is on the 3rd and I'm trying to finish it by then. This kind of beading where I use the bead like a mosaic eats hours & days as if they were nothing at all. So I'm wrapped up in that. Sorry Doll, I made a go on your dream and I shouldn't have given the state of things and I knew better.
Forgive me. I'm off to work, catch ya later.

[SadLuckDame]

But, I liked that you mentioned my dream self as mischievous.
It was an unimportant dream and doesn't have much bearings other than I wish I could get my hands on a person to be able to drag them by their shirt sleeves through a portal, then deliver what might-haps be I'd deliver to them in the time I'd need to be doing so.
It'd be so convenient.

Can you imagine such suches that could perhaps go on that never does go on, because there are no portals.

An important dream had happened about a photograph.
If I try to put my finger on it, then I'd say it had as much to do with my reading Jack's discussions on duality (Hey Jack!) and wanting to make sense of it in my way of fixing a thing into the wheels of mine mind. Ya know. And it was a troubling topic to grab and button. I couldn't get all those buttons and button-holes together. Then I'd fallen asleep in this position.

The dream being of photographs. Two photos, but I can only recall one of them to vision. It was a double exposed photo, when one side mirrors the other image, only one side is lighter and has less detailing. The man in the photo on the left was in all his details, had a full beard that looked like a leafless tree, but a tree with a lot of branches, very full, very detailed on each scraggly branch. Anyway, it wasn't a tree really, but his full beard.

The left side of the photo was the double exposed image, it mirrored the first only most of the beard was very much faded away and so looked trimmed and he looked younger.

It was as if though they were the same image, they didn't appear as the same image, due to this photo effect and the mistake in it, which in return became the art of it. There two men, seeming as the same man in two stages of his life, but really it was all the same other than the trick of the camera.

[SadLuckDame]

Sweet dreams, u.

[the mingo]

You too, Doll, got in late tonight, it's snowing. See by your last post you were up late too. I gots grainy eyes. So off to sleep. catch you tomorrow

[SadLuckDame]

Good morning to you.
I've been staying up kinda late, but the joy is the sleeping in, too.
I have truly enjoyed the staying in bed. ha ha.

[the mingo]

Your photograph dream is absolutely shiny. The photograph is an icon. You were conscious of many details in it. You connected it right off with the discussions with Jack on duality. Then you mentioned wanting to make sense of it by " fixing a thing into the wheels of my mind" ... "grab & button" is how you describe your approach to this. You couldn't get all those button & button holes together and that's how you fell asleep.

Your dream took the situation in hand then.

The photograph is an icon.

What does it show you? For one thing it put a human face on it or to it ... WHAM! Got right into the jazz now, didn't it? Dreams don't piddle around. You say, " Two photos, but I can only recall one of them to vision " - you were meant to only recall one at the end of things here - you remember the transcendent of the two, the one that rises above the other and includes the other within itself. The transcendent neither ignores nor denies the "other", it accepts and simply rises above... got your finger on it yet?

The photograph is an icon.

"It was a double exposed photo," ... double exposed to show how two things can exist in both origin & experience simultaneously...an aspect of our Creator, who occupies every point in space and time simultaneously. We deep in the shit now, ain't we?

The photograph is an icon.

"The man in the photo on the left was in all his details, had a full beard that looked like a leafless tree, but a tree with a lot of branches, very full, very detailed on each scraggly branch."
This is priceless. Your dreaming self is acutely AWARE of how it is where it is and shows you an analogy, an icon, of this awareness. Your dreamng self shows an intimate awareness of how the brain is constructed. The brain is a tree whose branches are neurons. Your dream presented them leafless so you could see them better and you did. You say, "looked like a leafless tree, but a tree with a lot of branches, very full, very detailed..." thank your dream, she did one hell of a send-up here. Hot!

I've always told you dreams always work to raise awareness. They raise it toward something, ya know. They raise it towards healing. It is their reason for existence.

You say, "The left side of the photo was the double exposed image, it mirrored the first only most of the beard was very much faded away and so looked trimmed and he looked younger."
This is to show the true state of "thought" and it's relation to our experience of reality. It is shown as faded & younger because it is younger. Thought as we know it did not come into being until after death entered the world. It is younger than existence and was absent at the beginning. Your dreaming self knows this and has acted to help you with your buttons.

The photograph is a living icon.

I just saw your mind go by - it wheels were whirring

[SadLuckDame]

I read this right after you'd replied and then I didn't get another chance to be here today after it. I just wanted you to know it filled me up and I'm going to sleeps thinking on it and duality and photos and brains branching,

Had family dropping by all day today.
Bees back tomorrow.
Night night

And thank you, mingo.