Dreams pipe

I dremt of a giant snake slithering through the grass in a field with pretty decent sized trees, not too many, but enough to make for perfect shade in the blazing sun. The snake would rest in the shade and look up to the sky to watch the birds soaring through the air. The snake would close it's eyes and dream of flying the world and soaring with friends and family, just as a flock does. But when the snake would open it's eyes it remembered that it was impossible, for it and all other snakes are cursed to live their lives bound to Earth's dirt and alone all because of the evil one caused in the beginning of time. Accepting it's reality as a snake it kept it's eye on a little nest with one egg built just in it's reach. It watched over the nest patiently for the next couple weeks awaiting the eggs to hatch. When the day finally came it prepared itself for a wonderful meal. Never realizing it had just succumbed as the prey... because that one egg was a hawk. When the hawk peered over it's nest and looked into the darkness of the snakes eyes, I realized it was me that the hawk was looking at -- I was the giant snake, peering into the eyes of all of my pipe dreams. -- As my surroundings did a 360 I opened my eyes dizzy and confused to then see myself looking in the eyes of the snake. I became overwhelmed with this divine intensity of higher power, all of my pipe dream suddenly became ropes hung from the sky, ready to be taken by both hands and climbed. As I grabbed one and began to climb I looked down to see the giant snake slither into the shade of the same tree, look up to the sky... and close it's eyes. I began to question what "adaptation" is. I thought, why can't the snake "adapt"? Who's to say that we only adapt if we have to?! I believe in the beauty and almighty power of choice, the one thing each and every one of us can be a God at. No one, not even God can control our choices. I believe that adaptation comes from the will of our hearts and not the forces of nature. So I looked down at the snake and thought to myself, "I believe in your dreams, for not every snake is evil -- for you are not evil." The snake peered up at me and said, "& as for you, never fear the fall. I promise the next time we see each other I shall be in the sky." ...the next time I saw his face was on a beautiful Chinese wall...

Dreamed someone was chasing me with a knife shiney and sharp knife and i was running at times, then I would stop and turn around and fight the attacker -- who was another woman. Then I would run again and turn to combat. At one time I picked up some type of pipe-like object and fought back. This woman tried to stab and cut me with the shiney knife, but I always defended myself. At one point the woman attacker backed off and looked at me because other faceless people came on the scene and were all just staring at her, but surrounding me. Then the chase began again, but I wasn't afraid. I was more angry that she was chasing me. Then all of a sudden, I woke up. I wasn't afraid or upset -- just nothing.

Oh, the celebration could be heard as I enter the courtyard; people dancing in line, torch light blowing in a slight breeze. “Zsu!” Patrizia gathers me in her arms and draws me into the row of revelers. Joy! Dancing, laughing, and merriment! Excitement on the ground and ecstatic energy in the air! Various beautiful people feel the drink and gaiety. I stop exuberated by the tables of food, famished by the traveling. There is so much to eat ???adjusted to between the drumming, strings, long lines of people holding hands weaving in and out, and around! I can’t decide what not to choose to eat when a tall man stares down at me, smiling. “Hello.” I say. “Hello,” he says back. I grab some prsut, sausage, cheese, and reach for the honey when, “Not yet!” young Lydia grins and pulls me into the weave. Mr. Beautiful quietly reaches for my plate and when I return, I find him sitting licking his fingers. “I would like some more!” “Indeed, as would I!” Returning to the table, with candles, and plates of fruit, cheese, olives, he introduces himself, half shy half forward. “I am kin to Mirabella.” “Kristo, I know of you. You paint.” He puts prsut on her plate and reaches for a wine goblet, ignoring the wine. “Awkward silence,” he finally says. * The night sky lit up, vibrant and full of stars. The moon hung over a branch of her favorite tree when the first guests arrived. Carriages and horses began to align the drive. She left behind the idea that any hope in salvaging what remained of this “marriage” with Istven. Zsuzanna needed to return to her roots for inner guidance and the wisdom of (name of older woman mentor). Musicians played their pipes and strings, drumming set the pace of the dance. Zsuzanna stood gazing out over this Eden when someone grabbed her from behind to join in the line dance. Hoisting her skirts she forgot her woes, and partook in the merriment. Krsto was present. His family held a long loyal alliance with various noble lineage, and he her only kinship with the world he wished to forget.

I was standing outside my car and a lady I work with was wearing red running past me and few seconds I hear a scream I took a steel pipe run towards her dirrection th help her and when I arrive she was fine I was in the area where there's shacks people were sitting in their small shacks I was scared I wanted to go back but the parth was steep lots of soil I went to try and evbentually I cameback they showed me a parth I could take to small girls came with me on the way the peoplel's belongs in black and blue plastic bags we were walking on them

Dreaming of my mum dad who passed on were in the garden planting red flowers and im jocking around with a hose pipe