les essenes

i dreamed i was at my mother's house. we had guests, and there was a sort of banquet going on. it was night. there were all sorts of people. some family. i was looking out the window, hearing a noise like a rush of wings. a flock of birds had landed in the great tree just outside. i could make out their dark shapes against the night sky, like leaves, they filled the great tree. i was tinking about looking at them, and suddenly i was outside, floating about between the tree and the house. i saw that the birds were actually figures, shapes of men in the tree. in my mind, i was told they were essenes. i marvelled at them, dressed in rags, or skins. on the rooftop hundreds of candles had been lit, little tealights, flickering in the darkness. i felt wonder and anticipation and peacefulness, the way a child feels on christmas eve.

i am dark but i am comely

“I am dark but I am comely..”

3.2.08

babysitting, apparently. thinking about freedom, and experience. wondering if babies were examples. marveling at a toddler running around, naked. it seemed to need no supervision beyond observation and provisions. lying down on a thick chenille rug with Pauline Nadler! kissing her mouth and nipples, her slim ribcage and long waist. the image of her caramel chocolate skin stretching out in front of me suddenly, like a painting by egon schiele. very beautiful. i was aware of having made the painting, and it was half finished, (her torso,) that is, it only went as far as i had kissed her.

thought about the unfinished work of humankind. the development of civilization, the body and the bride of Christ, myth and the cosmos. what do we bring into being by naming? what is dark matter? i tried to remember something about quantum physics..

waking, i regarded the cats, their contemplative nature and instant access to their own ground of being.. contemplating freedom and the multiple states of being. in my office, i turned on the computer, opened the mail. thought about babies. the concept of manifested being and principle being. wondered if pregnancies that are terminated represent principial or contingent manifestations of being. contemplated the national and private debate over abortion and “rights”. the phrase no rights without freedom, no freedom without rights crept into my mind. but i knew it was off. the usual phrase is no rights without duties, no duties without rights. i pondered the difference, if any between these two axioms.

looked to the bookshelf to my right and let my hand pull out guenon’s the multiple states of being, opened to a random page: Page 127, necessity and contingence, chapter 17. i read through chapter 18, the metaphysical idea of being. stunning.

finger of god

finger of god

December 4/5 .06

i was with my parents, in a place i did not recognize. it seemed similar to the inside of a great building, but perhaps a hall way or a small chamber, anteroom. perhaps it was a church. my father was there, and my mother. this is the first dream i have ever had where my mother was with my father and wholesome and kind. my father was speaking words i could not keep, but i wrote them in gold thread upon a tapestry, cut like a page in a book. on another page, i embroidered light into a picture of many people leaning over a gallery wall, looking at the scene in the center, which i had the impression was the nativity of Christ. the golden thread was the shine in their hair, the edges of structures in the surround, the lining in clouds above, and the sheen in their garments. it was beautiful.

i stopped to show them my handiwork, and they both admired it with pleasure, seeing that it would be a suitable gift. i read again the page of my father’s words and still i could not translate them into my conscious mind. i knew they would elude me upon waking.

then i wrote again, as my parents watched. i was showing them a new tool. it was like a quill, and i wrote in golden calligraphy. the letters laid down a finely wrought and perfectly smooth and polished gold. it was as though the ink were molten gold, which hardened upon contact, and the words then gleamed as though perfectly filed and polished.

again, i do not remember what i wrote, but at the bottom of the page, i wrote the word Christ. we were happy.

later, i was with rob and justice, in a new place, i had not been before. it was a neighbourhood. the homes were quite unusual, and i marveled at their construction. we were visiting a new friend of justice’s home. it was built in the woods, and had a hallway that spanned a ravine like a bridge! it was beautiful, and they had company. we were all getting ready to go somewhere enjoyable. they were very nice people.

then there was a portion of the dream where i had auditioned for the lead part in a strange sort of musical play. i had been given the other part instead, because of my haircolour. the part i had wanted was dark haired, a jewess, but the part i got was reddish haired, and a gentile. the director had given us our parts in a sealed envelope, which was opened almost like an award ceremony.

i was excited to be in the production, regardless. i wondered if i would be able to memorize lines again, it had been so long, but i really looked forward to singing..

then there was a portion which included traveling, and i was making my way through a city, which seemed populous, like manhattan, but geographically contained, like bloomington. i was walking the same distance and tract as Kirkwood, from the square to the library, but it was named something else, and looked like something else, and there were many people. all of this seemed to exist in a strange sort of superimposition over the lay of the land that i am familiar with, as though bloomington as i know it in my conscious life, were somehow underneath it..

anyway, on my way i was looking for a christmas stocking to give as a gift to st. nicholas, santa claus- i wanted it to be embroidered with gold thread. i found one in a strange shop that was like a bar and a gift shop all in one. there were all kinds of people there. and cash registers all along the bar, where people lined up as though to get a drink, but really were purchasing these little odds and ends. there were old fashioned Christmas lights strung along the ceiling. it was odd. there were tables on an upper level, like a diner, and merchandise along the walls and on shelves. i found a stocking that would do, it was long, and red, with gold embroidery all over it. i took it to the cashier. it was crowded, and i was jostled this way and that by the number of customers.

i made my way out into the cold, and the dark. there were people all along the sidewalk. i waved to barbara streisand by the library. she had a body guard with her that pushed me away from her, off the sidewalk and into the bushes!

apparently, we lived next door to the people i mentioned before, in a new house. once inside, i noticed that i had a baby, and it was daytime. the baby was asleep in my arms, and i was sucking its thumb. it was a boy. i thought it was justice, - it looked like justice did when he was a baby. but justice was there with me, and his same age, eleven.

i was upstairs, and looking out the window at a hill which rose beside the house. in fact, the house seemed to be built into the hill. i saw neighbours outside on the grass, suddenly looking to the sky and pointing in fear, and running! i looked too. there was a long thin tornado coming toward where we were! it was big! the sky was brightly lit, the clouds puffy and white like a summer day in july, but this one dark swirling tunnel of wind was just spinning along like a tall top. i ran downstairs crying out! it’s a tornado! there’s a tornado coming straight at us! there was no time to do much. rob went outside to start the car, just as calmly as he would to cut the grass, or take out the trash!

the baby’s diaper was wet, and i remember thinking i would need his diaper bag. i ran upstairs to get it, and all the while, marveled at the stupidity of such a thing! returning to the living room in a flash, i told justice there was no time, and to get down, behind the couch or something heavy. i dashed for cover with the baby. all of this happened very fast. i looked out the windows, and saw the tornade, which i now knew was the “finger of god” go darting around our house in a circle, and then passing back into the horizon.

i knew we were safe. i stood up and the baby was still asleep in my arms. rob came in carrying a beautiful flowering vine, covered with white blossoms, which he held high to keep from trailing on the floor. i knew that spring was coming,

in my dream, i recalled the minister’s sermon last sunday for advent; looking for leaves on the trees, and christ’s admonishment that when you see the leaves, you know that summer is coming.

i felt happy, and peaceful. i felt that god was setting forth, his mighty finger terrifyingly destructive, but i was not afraid.

later this morning, i was looking up information about the robes that priest’s wear, and came upon this phrase, coincidentally

¹⁸ He gave to Moses, when he finished speaking with him on Mount Sinai, the two tablets of the testimony, stone tablets, written with God's finger.

Miriam's Declaration

...is forthright and candid:

"I had a vision of the Teacher.."

She is not troubled or agitated by this vision, which again is a sign of the inner peace that governs her emotional and psychic powers. This vision is niether a dream, a fantasy, a trance, nor one of those cataleptic states brought about by techniques current in those times (in those days there were numerous schools of prophecy, not unlike our contemporary schools of channeling and mediumship) .
Miriam remains undisturbed, like Teresa of Avila and other later visionaries, she speaks directly to the teacher:

"Lord, I see you now in this vision."

She addresses what she sees, and what she sees addresses her. Thus there is no opposition of word and vision. Just as He did in his mortal existence, the Teacher responds to Miriam's thirst for truth and knowledge:

"You are blessed, for the sight of me does not disturb you."

This is what was written on the page that I happened to open to, in taking this book down from the shelf. It is from The Gospel of Mary Magdalene, by Jean Yves LeLoup, and includes the text with commentary.

"May God become the all in All."

To know the ledge.. one needs go to the edge..

the lady and the tramp

i was at a friend's house. it was christmas, in side.i touched him and was filled with joy. his children came to greet me. his wife, too. other things.

i was at another house, i didn't recognize it but i recognized the things in it. i was in the kitchen, a large room with a large worktable in the center, a long rectangular room with doors on each end, or rather entry. no actual doors. portals. you know. between these was a very large fireplace set into the adjoining wall with the dining room. i was with a friend, maybe janet, and chatting happily, setting a long rectangular table for a dinner party. the guests were to arrive soon. we were discussing tablecloths, and chose a long printed table cloth, asking her if she remembered walt disney, i think it was lady and the tramp. the print was all in greys and whites, with accentuating reds and blues, and the pattern was images from lady and the tramp. cartoon dogs of every stripe, jim darling and his wife, their baby. i set a blue candle surrounded with holly leaves that bore a blue fruit and glossy silvery blue leaf. i thought it was interesting that christmas colours were blue as well the usual green and red. huh. the candle was blue.

then the guests were there, and a fire was crackling in the big hearth, and i was hanging artifacts from the mantle like ornaments. the mantle was covered as well, with art and artifacts from my numerous years of collecting. everyone was well.

then i was at another house, it seemed to be mine, but for my mother. it was different than i have ever seen. it was new to her. i seemed to have quarters upstairs. there was a long rectangular living room, very sleek, with wood floors that seemed like cedar or cherry. the walls too, were richly panelled, with the same wood. it seemed very crisp , and almost scandinavian in design. modern. the end of the room was raised, two steps made a stair across the breadth, and on this portion was the door. at the other end of the room, the rest of the house extended off to the left. along one of the walls were windows, and up on the raised entryway were a couple more windows.
my mother was very proud of her curtains. i was helping her open them. they were beautiful, deep crimson silk with neatly cropped silk tasseled fringe, threaded with a golden ochre. i noticed they were becoming so threadbare that opening them risked tearing them. i thught i would look into having them replaced for her, and began to count the drapes. i had counted eleven windows in all, twenty two draperies. she was excited ab out this prospect. she sat down on a couch the room was sparsely furnished, and guests were arriving. a number of women were now milling about, with little plates and tea. it was evening. i was looking outside the windows, contemplating a hedge of arborvitae i had planted there for privacy. i noticed i was naked. i walked around the other side wall to the staircase, and noticed a telephone table, on which my mother kept a bible and some of my own writing on paper, next to the phone. i was touched, that she would save my writing like that. i decided i had better go upstairs and put some clothes on so my mother's guests did not become uncomfortable. however, no one seemed to mind, including myself, that i had no clothing on.

it occurs to me now, that i had had another dream a while back, where i had told a friend that i couldn't get out of the car, because i had no pants on. in fact, i was wearing pink underwear and a black cami that i had actually worn to bed! in that dream, i knew that. last night, it was hot, and i just slept naked. funny.


i was outside, on a sidewalk, it seemed like rogers and third street, but the buildings were different, and there was an overpass where college crosses third. it reminded me a little bit of rutgers campus. the sky was darkening and full of stacks of clouds. to my right, the western sky was lightest, as though it were late afternoon. there was a rumbling , like thunder, and the clouds were flashing with some lightning. off to the southwest, a long streak of lightning was igniting in the darkest part of the sky. deep clouds. it caught my attention, besides the sound of the rising of thunder, because it behaved unlike any lightning i have ever seen.

at this point, i was no longer aware that i was dreaming. my heartbeat began to speed up a little.
the lightning was moving down to the earth like a sparkler, but it was moving along its own streak like a zipper. i could hear it making a loud crackling as it rent the very fabric of the sky, and finally it approached the ground. i became apprehensive, sort of, and the first thing i did was check to see if i was dreaming. i was not dreaming. then i began to feel a kind of intense anticipation, as i watched this clearly supernatural event unfolding in the sky! i began to pray. where the lightning came down to the horizon, maybe a mile off, there were tall pines which exploded into fire and i could hear far-off sounds of screaming as what appeared to be a whole city block went up in flames. this created a small glow against the surround of dense clouds, but it illuminated them with its glow. i prayed for those people, and while i was praying, i saw a strange shape rising up over the horizon to my left and to my right. i really kept checking to see if i was dreaming. i kept asking myself, am i dreaming? and i couldn't find any evidence of being in a dream. except that the sky was unzipping with a sparkling fire, and something huge was coming up over the horizon. you can imagine the physical sensation of believing that this was actually happening, and feeling entirely there.

i cannot describe the state i was now in, as i truly was all there, and quite alive. to me, at this time, everything was as real as it seems right now, at this time, while i am typing this dream. i was not surprised, i was all the more amazed. to the right and left of me on the horizon rose what seemed to be two snow capped dome shaped mountains, rising and rising above city. soon i could see that they were the foreheads of two women, both with grey-white hair. their great heads rose still above the horizon, and they were crying, their lovely eyes wet and tears streaming down their cheeks. they were so worried, and they were calling, calling. one had a kleenex, and was wiping her eyes and her nose, and she was callilng and calling to her grandson, come home, come home right now! the sky was darkening with a big storm, and soon, a man, joined her, calling for his grandson. the other grandma was also calling for her grandson. i was so amazed, and very concerned for them, and for their grandsons, but all of this was also happening rather quickly. then as the sky grew darker, the western sky was growing lighter, and i was also growing lighter, it seemed ,with a weird kind of joy and anticipation! i was looking at another dome shape that was now rising between these giant grandmas' heads, and now, everything was noisy, a sound of rushing winds the sound itself everywhere all at once, but there was no wind. the only thing i can compare this to is the sound that one hears when one is fainting.

it is true, my heart was pounding, and i was stillasking myself if this was real! since it seemed absolutely real, i was overjoyed. i had been waiting all my life, and i was so excited and happy, and i could only marvel. i had only thoughts for what was happening. i could see the dome now was a head and it rose gigantic over the earth, it was a statue of jesus, with arms outstretched, its halo was the first thing i could see, then its face, which looked so much like the face on the statue of liberty i had to wait to see if the arms were holding up a torch, but no, they were outstretched as if to hug the whole earth. it was jesus!

the great statue rose and began to tilt toward the earth, and i began to shout"jesus is coming! jesus is coming!" i felt such incredible joy. i could see that i was going to smash the street and the overpass, so i ran to get out of the way, but i knew that i would not make it in time, but i didn't care, and i just asked myself, ready? ready? and then my body disintegrated! i was a yellow energy, like a floating shallow pool! i skimmed along under the overpass and everything began to disintegrate, to fall away like fairy dust, and i thought to keep my mind free of interpretations, and to just think of god.

then everything went black, and i could hear nothing but my own thoughts, the sounds of the rushing winds had reached a crescendo in these previous moments, very much like when you faint, and my heart had pounded. but now, there was just stillness, and silence, except for my own thoughts, and i waited to see what would happen next, thinking i should not panic. i did not feel like panicking, but i did acknowledge a sense of dread, that i might have only the voice of my thoughts, that i might be a lone consciousness adrift in a sea of void. i decided i knew alot of songs, and thought i would sing, then, if that were the case. somehow this comforted me. still i bent my mind on god, and began to pray, and was now in a hallway, still without bodily form, floating down this hallway. to my left were studios. to my right were doorways into other studios. i saw into one, and there was a guy at a small mixing board with headphones on, he looked like jake. i began to hear sounds as though i were in a recording booth, and i heard an electric guitar string, like someone bumped it, and an old black guy talking about a blues song.

i knew then that i was going to wake up in a body, and wondered honestly, what that would be like. if it would be this one. i thought as i was waking up, which included a moment of static sound, like white noise and nothingness, that it was possible that i might be waking into a different version of the same life. i thought about the nature of dimensions that sit in bundles, and i thought about the concept of time, groundhog's day, and also, the last temptation of christ by nikos kazantzakis..

then i woke up. i had been so elated when i found that jesus was coming and saw his outstretched arms in the sky, and i had been so very sad when i saw the grandmothers crying for their grandsons to come in from the storm. i pondered the nature of the statue, and the clear indication of echelons that the grandmothers seemed to display, the staircase, the spiral staircase i had had in a different dream recently, other stair cases i had seen in dreams. i thought about jacob's ladder, masonry, and lastly, i thought about m.c. escher, whose name is very similar to echelon. and i thought of this verse, because of the great stone statue of jesus that was falling upon the earth..

"whosoever shall fall upon that stone shall be broken, but on whomsoever it shall fall, it will grind them to powder. " luke 20:18

screwtape

so many dreams, so little time.

lately i have been besieged with cares, and i have lost a certain focus. this has rendered my dream recall less effective. i have snippets and fragments. memories of being in places, little ability to string the words together that were spoken, but words are spoken, and i listen.

last night, and this morning, i dreamed a few dreams, the last of which is fading fast, but i will put down the images.

familiar town, seeming to represent bloomington. been here before, in dreams.
alleyways and cafes that seem to be near or around 6th and 5th and washington or lincoln.
speaking with a professor friend in a cafe with others. he was ruminating on a topic of which we had asked him. i put a pot of coffee on for us all, but it ended up being served to others. he was talking about something to do with discerning good and evil, and then mentioned c.s. lewis, and the screwtape letters, a book i have never read.

we left, deciding to get coffee while we strolled.

before this, i was at a house, and it was something like thanksgiving, although it was not thanksgiving day. however, we were having an open house of sorts, and the reason was for thanksgiving, that is, a feast for the giving of thanks. my neighbours were there, michael and april, maybe their kids were around somewhere. i had the impression that the families of the others were around. michael and i were sitting by the fire in the living room, which had white sand instead of carpet. i had put on dark skin, and we were comparing our skin colours, like kids compare their tans. my skin was dark as michael's, although his skin was a shade lighter than usual. this may have been because of the nature and brightness of the light, which was a natural light, but wierdly bright in that it seemed to illuminate things from within themselves as well as from without. anyway,we thought my knees needed to be alittle bit darker if they were to match. we were laughing in an enjoyable way about this.

there was a halltree piled with coats, and i was aware that lots of my family were there. people were milling about and eating food. i got up to use the bathroom, and noticed the trash can in the bathroom was overflowing. i decided i should empty it before any other guests came in, but noticed that my dad's favourite beachtowel was wadded up on top. it was all worn and tattered, and it said coca cola, bearing the classic coke trademark. i figured he wouldn't mind, since he had passed away, and wouldn't be using it here anymore.

i passed down the hallway, and peeked into the master bedroom, where my mom and justice were asleep, sprawled out across a very large bed among some more coats. justice was about the size of a four year old, and barefoot.

i met my dad in the hallway, and he had put on a uniform that resembled a post man. he wore shorts and a mail man or bus driver type shirt, blue, that had a patch on the left breast that said "metro" and i kept thinking, metropolitan. i thought my dad had a job with some kind of angel city. judy and i think, the girls, kathy and cindy, and some others were getting into cars to go somewhere. my dad was going to drive them. we stood in the doorway, and he gave me a hug, i was sooo happy to see him, and we gave each other a little kiss, but the funny thing was, when we did so, both of us had peaches in our mouths, and we kind of tapped them, like a toast. the peach tasted fresh and juicy and sweet. i was thinking of the meaning of the peaches as i was dreaming, and the fruits of labour, and the angel city for whom my father apparently worked as a driver. my dad seemed contented and bemused by these things.

later i was back at the town part, with the group i had been at the cafe with. or maybe that was all after the house with the sandy hearth part. anyway, we were walking down a tight hallway, and talking about good and evil. evil is the word live spelled backward. in this hallway were two doors, very plain, very regular. we were following some sort of guide.

the one door, door number one, opened onto the good. the other, door number two, opened onto the evil. at the beginning of the hallway, or the entrance to the hallway, there was a little area with booths like one would find at a roadside restaurant. as we stood between the two doors, it was explained to us, about their nature. i was talking to a friend beside me, i think it was chris dickenson, (!), about having seen evil, and knowing that i had not even seen the worst of it, but that it was so reprehensible as to cause one to wish to flee from it always, when the door to the evil room opened, and someone came out, "excuse me" and brushed past us toward the little dining hall.

it was odd that no one came out of door number one, but people did come out of door number two. there might have been some information about this, but i do not now remember. i wondered about going forward and reverse, about progression and regression, about the word live and evil, in general.

we backed up, as there was no where to go but through one of the two doors, or back into the dining hall. we were in a place that was in between places. we could not go into door number one until we were done living in the physical world, where our bodies were. i seemed to understand that i was here in a dream, and not in any other capacity. it is like being inside a message or a map. anyway, we took a booth and sat down. soon, door number two opened again, and a few people came out with a rolling cart laden with tools. they were pushing it down the aisle between the two sides of the booths, right by us. i was sitting on the outside by the aisle, and i remember covering my face, and saying, "yuck, don't look" because i had glimpsed the cart's contents, and i knew they were instruments for the torture of souls. someone was talking about china.

then we were back outside on the street. i was pondering and questioning the sequences of events, and the meaning of the screwtape letters my friend the professor had mentioned. i was thinking thoughts that i do not remember now, but at the time i was marveling a little bit, at their clarity, even in my dream state. then, an owl flew across my vision, backward, and i turned to see it. it paused in the sky, looking at me, and the western sun, beginning to set, was shining upon it. i squinted to see it more clearly, was it really and owl? i thought of minerva.

it had big eyes in a golden shimmering head over light green wings that glistened like gossamer! they trailed silken crystal threads like long strands of hair or filaments from their tips, a good six feet beneath it! it was talking to me! i was straining to hear what it said..

then the wind rose, and it vanished and was replaced by a golden mask, filled with a living wind, and the face was speaking to me, in rhyme. it said something about them having to tell us, before actually coming, but that the heavenly host would be coming soon, and to prepare, and something about trying to hear the sound, or, if you wish to hear the sound, light a feather to the ground.

i was trying to decipher the words, the wind was a little noisy, and it was hard to hear them, but i knew that i heard every one of them, and i was picturing lighting a feather like a match and sticking it in the ground like a candle...

calamity

this dream was right before the cyclones devastated myanmar.
when i read about it the next day, i thought of the odds, that i would dream about a miniature twister in the front yard.

in the dream, i was getting rid of stuff, clutter, with janet. we were driving somewhere to get something, and she said " oh let's just stop now, on our way home." and i said, - no, i can't, i don't have any pants on. hehe. i was wearing in the dream what i had actually worn to bed, just underwear and a tank shirt. but i thought, hey, that's ok, i'll just wait in the car! and i told her so.

on the way back, we stopped at a red light. i noticed a house for sale on the corner, a very nice bungalo, well appointed and landscaped. i was curious because it was empty, and you could see through the windows. on had been left open, and these vultures were going inside! eew! they were walking around on the beautiful hardwood floors, leaving droppings and looking rather dumbly, in that clueless way some birds can have, and i remember thinking, " oh man, somebody's going to have a mess to clean up. " we drove on.

then when we were back i was getting things in order on the front porch. the house was a large brick double with a long shared porch on the front. at the other end of the porch, there was a nice big corner hearth fireplace, i liked it very much. it had a little brazier in the hearth where you could take out coals from the larger fire and keep them on top to cook with and to keep food warm. i thought this was brilliant. it pleased me much.

other things: i was aware that there was a garden bed behind the garage out back with dark rich compost. while i was out front, a twister appeared in the sky. it was small, a little funnel cloud that came out of the bigger clouds and down to the area where we were. or rather, it sort of downsized as it passed from the sky to the ground, moving across the street and toward the yard like a sprite. it stopped int hte front yard and looked kind of like a birdbath there.. it has a wide dish like top from which its funnel extended down like a stem or a pedestal. it was about the size of a birdbath. some neighbours were rushing over to eye it curiously, and i said " don't get too close! it looks small but it hides its power." indeed, it suddenly estended up like a slinky and became bigger than the house! it swiped them up in its tail like a fist, carrying them over the treetops and dumping them unceremoniously in the garden behind the garage!

i ran to the back to see if they were alright, calling to the rest to come and help. they were fine, b ut they had crushed much of the garden in their fall.

the garden had sprung up!!! everything that had been planted in the rich compost was already as tall as my knees! i marvelled. i noticed that it ;looked water-logged though, and gooshy. i gently pressed a pepper between my fingers and it oozed into mush, its stems somewhat gelatinoue!eew!

the others pulled at some of theplants and they came out easily of the soil, the roots well developed, but the soul so marshy and wet that they could not resist being challenged in that way, and were easily uprooted.i noticed then, that inthe soil were millions of tiny eggs, like grains of sand, and this broke my heart. i felt a grreat sadness in my chest as i saw that little worm caterpillars were hatching out of the eggs in the soil. it grossed me out. eew! i withdrew, and one had gotten on my thumb! eew! it stuck like an oozy slug! i flicked it off and there was another on, bigger, on the back porch! it was about six inches long, and like a cross between a worm and a slug. it grew quickly into a smal bracchiosaurus! a little dinosaur on the back porch!! it was about a foot long and tall, and it seemed mutated, as it had two necks atop each of which was an eye! three other eyes were on its body, in odd places, like one in its shoulder, one in its side, one on its back hip.. they were blinking and watching me.. eew! it did not seem especially malicious, but i kn ew it was dangerous, and hid its power.

i went to the front porch and saw my mom, and said eew!you wouldn't believe what i found! or something like that. she went to go look and i said, no! don't go back there!! it's not safe!

the little dinosaur had grown to the size of a large dog, and was coming up the driveway!! my mom stepped away and up onto the porch with me, and then a number of things happened: it was suddenly dusk, and night was falling fast. a vulture like the one i had seen earlier with coloured wings was swoopeing down from about the same region of sky that had spawned the twister, and was wrestling with a guy. i felt it was someone i knew, like a neighbour or friend. anyway, he and the big bird wrestled, and rolled around and about, finally wrestling up into the tree next door!~ i went for tools, and everybody had gathered in the driveway and was calling out encouragements to the guy, as he made his way down the tree and across the drive to us, with the bird.
i gave another guy, wierdly, tom cruise, a pair of pruning shears, and he gave them to the bird wrestler to cut the bird off of his hand, which had chomped upon it with his beak like a snapping turtle. i wondered whether the bird wrestler would have to cut off part of his hand, or if the bird could be cut off from his hand... no matter, he managed to snip the bird off his hand, and then he asked me for another tool, my lighter.

i had this lighter wand, like you use to light tall candles and fireplaces. i had four tools, altogether, a lighter wand, a pair of pruning shears, a pair of kitchen shears and a little saw. he began to burn the bird, which was flattened out now, like a piece of fabric and folded up in a plastic bag. but it was still the bird, and it was conscious and trapped in there, in the plastic. he applied the flame to the feathers by its jaw/beak. i said- " what are you doing!!!" he said "i'm burning it , just a little... it BIT me! "
i told him he could burn it no more than that, and he stopped.

wierd.