I had a dream last night (April 4). In it,
my boss Dan was frustrated with me. I was driving with him and his wife,
Michelle. He was arguing with her about something. Michelle kept changing
back from Michelle to the new girl at work, Lindsay. Michelle knew
everything about me, professionally. She seemed to be very familiar with
Dan’s frustrations regarding me. We had been on a dark highway. Dan took a
turn off the highway onto 27th in Bend. This interchange does
not exist, but it did in my dream. From there he turned into the frontage
road near the police station. Again, the places exist but the interchange I
saw does not. We traveled on the frontage road (near Food For Less in Bend)
until we pulled into the parking lot of a box store where the fire station
currently sits. The store was closed and the parking lot was dark except
for a couple of street lights. There was one other car in the parking lot.
As we were pulling in, I saw two bald eagles playing. They were beautiful
and so graceful – did not seem to know we were there. They played for a
while with one another, swooping and racing in the dark sky. As they flew,
they seemed to change from bald eagles to golden and back. They eventually
landed with one perched on a telephone pole and one on the wire and looked
at us for a while before taking off and playing in the air again. As they
did so, they got closer and closer. Eventually they swooped down so close
that I could almost touch them while I was on the ground, even though they
were still flying. Then one landed very near the car. I got out of the back
seat and walked towards it. It was now as big as a man (this reminds me of
the Eagle Man vision I had in my first sweat). I had voiced to Dan that I
hoped he would drop a feather so I could get it. Now I tried to pluck one
off him, but he moved just out of reach. This seemed to be a massive golden
eagle –I guess it could have been a young bald one as well. I was
concentrating on the one eagle although I think they had both landed and I
was so focused on the one I didn’t see the other. At any rate, after they
had grown to be huge, as big as a man, they just flew off. When they flew
off I noticed a man there. He was a beautiful, intelligent,
regal, Native American man. He was in perfect build proportionally, a
handsome face. He was not tall, maybe 5’9 or so. He had long, straight
black hair that seemed to have things in it like maybe feathers and beads
here and there. He was dressed in buckskin leathers and had tattoos of
stars on his feet and planets on his chest, which was open just enough to
see. It seemed there was a bear tattoo or sign somewhere on him as well,
but I don’t know for sure where or how (Bear was another of my visitors in
my first inipi). I was still near Dan’s car when I saw him. I walked
towards him to speak to him about the eagles because he certainly saw them
as well. I wanted to comment to him about how beautiful they had been, how
graceful and full of life and fun, how they seemed so carefree and happy to
be alive (Being-ness). One of us, or seemingly both of us at the same time
– asked if we could smoke together – an impromptu pipe ceremony. He eagerly
agreed, with or without words, I don’t remember. Dan protested that I would
just smoke with any guy I saw, apparently upset and without understanding.
The Native American man opened the trunk of his beat up white sedan – a
late 70s model Ford possibly, with a lot of stuff in the back window and seat. There seemed
to be another person in the car on the passenger side I never really saw or interacted with (just
like the second eagle?), but his profile was decidedly larger than what seemed normal. I did not ask about him. The beautiful Native American man eagerly pulled a
bag out of the trunk and produced a filled pipe with what appeared to be an
oversized bowl compared to the pipes I’ve seen. (In re-reading this for the
first time in almost a year in January 2011, I am amazed that this
describes perfectly my own chanupa bowl…)
“Where’s your pipe?” he asked expectantly.
I said I didn’t have one yet. He looked
disappointed.
“You (should) never go anywhere without your
pipe,” he said.
“I just don’t have one yet”, I said,
disappointed in myself for not having one to share with this man.
He smiled at me anyway and picked up his
filled pipe. The chanupa mix looked and smelled amazing, perfect. It, like
the man, had a beauty to it that I cannot describe. It resembled, in
concept and possibly appearance as well, a clear night sky or the universe, turning slowly. Michelle
approached us to see what was happening. She was my Mom now. I introduced
the man to my mom, saying, “This is my mother, Myrna.” He graciously took
her hand and spoke to us about something – I think the importance of the
pipe. I was amazed at how the words flowed from him with such perfection.
Mom was intrigued and pleased. I awoke.
NOTES: I had a vision of an Eagle Man in my
first sweat (rabbit, mouse, bear were there also – probably wrote this in a
journal somewhere and should consult it). I spoke to Brennan about his pipe
yesterday – got his story about it. Also in the past two days I saw pics of
the male/ female yay at Becky’s studio. Called Jakk yesterday to say hi as
well.
Dream #2, same night:
I found a HUGE black feather. As I
approached it, I imagined that because of its size it certainly had to be
an eagle feather. As I picked it up, it was a combination of three
feathers. I was discouraged, wondering what I should do with it. Upon
closer examination, the uppermost of the three was an eagle feather.
Dream #3: earlier
A black dog walked in front of me from right to left, stopped, looked at me and spoke aloud, "Sundance."
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