This dream last night seems to have been a type of explanation or teaching spurred by a discussion on the forums and I will talk about my analysis of it there as it seems to fit. I am outside a house somewhere and there is a festival going on somewhere else. Six of so people get into a short bus or large camper like vehicle and take off. I'm like " Hey Wait!" and they shout that there will be three cars along. I arrive at a parking lot near the festival and the people in the vehicle are just driving away to get in. I ask them to wait and again they say "There will be three cars!" I SAY "FUCK YOU!" really loudly while flipping them the bird and am pretty angry, because there weren't any cars along - I walked from the house and it was quite a ways. They reply "We love you too!" and flip me the bird from the back of the bus, off to the festival. I walk towards this building and there is a large partially enclosed and roofed area. I see a soft sided red cooler. I am very thirsty and go over to the cooler. It's open and there are sodas and water in it, but I don't take any because it isn't mine. Then, my body moves around in a counter clockwise circle in the space, gliding along although I am not controlling the motion. I end up back at the cooler. Again, I decide not to take what isn't mine. A man appears. He has on a yellow canvas waist satchel. He says "You didn't think I would not be here, did you?" with a smile. I smile back and ask if he has any water for sale as he appears to be a vendor of sorts. He gestures me towards a giant open vending machine. I go over to it and bend down and crawl inside. He has a small bottle of water in his hand that he says I can have, but I see some large sized ones n the back of the machine. I get one of those, as I know it'll be a long thirsty trip from here to the festival (since there are no cars coming). I ask how much it is and he says $1.50. I reach into my pocket, where I know I have 9 dollars. I peel two ones off and ask if he has change. He jingles his belt and I know he does. Then I am inside and am drawn into a room like a library, moving in a similar manner to the circle I made with the cooler. Once inside I walk around. I am barefoot. There are lots of books in the room, a wood floor, candles, a skull. As I wander about, these dark beeds on the floor seem to be drawn to my feet, like I'm a magnet. I scoop them up into my hands and say "I wish a reading, with a medium time frame" and them cast them in front of me where they scatter about. I bend down to the floor and push some power into my request, watching the beads. They start moving about, drawing together and I get a cut scene - a closeup of the beads melting and then moving together, like in that Terminator Movie (2?). They are arranged in some shape. I go over to it and look down. I can make out half of what's there, although it is difficult. It's a word, except the letters are white, and outlined like a shadow font with the black beads. "Echo". I shift my perspective slightly and continue to stare and the second part comes to clarity - "echoecho". I try to think what it means, "re-echo?" i wonder to myself. I am swept around the room, counterclockwise again. It's exactly as in the first part. I don't have control, but I never try to, either. I end up facing the same direction. I say "I would like another reading, short term." This time as a scatter the beads I exhale and many more beads come out my mouth. It's not exactly uncomfortable, but surprising. This time, they come together to my left, in the form of glittering black black black empty loafers. I feel a sense of foreboding. "Am I going to die?" I think. Then I have another thought - "Does this represent my teacher?" and I awake. 3:20 am.
Fun, I love these shamanic dreams. Magic is certainly much more fluid and immediate. I do wonder who the shoes belong to...
It kinda reminds me of a dream i had years ago which involved going to a festival. I met my friend just outside ... he was a monk, ..shaved head, saffron robes and staff and covered from head to toe in chinese writing or symbols. I went in and saw friends and others i knew who were all asking me to join with them in eating and drinking and dancing ... it all seemed a bit unconcious and hedonistic though and i declined their offers, seeking the way out of this place and i eventually found myself going down through a small door or hatch into an underground room with glass walls. It seemed a bit like a library, there were lots of shelves of books and lots of guys who looked like hippy office workers. I was asking the way out and kept being refered to someone else. Eventually someone said "Ask him, he'll know." so i asked this guy and he said "Over the hills and beyond the eagles wings." I like your dream. It's pretty cryptic though
