Saturday night I dreamt I was Michael Jackson's personal assistant and best friend.

Michael surprised us with a visit during Sunday dinner at my Dad and Julie's - it was very urgent - he had just died and he needed to check in with me and see how the earth was going to receive it.

I ran and grabbed my schedules and a giant collage of photos put into a time-line. I told him not to worry, and pointed out a series of pictures of him smiling and interacting with people - everything was going to be A-OK!

Michael gave me a giant hug and filled me full with his love, then just as swiftly as he arrived he flu out the door into a limo and took off to his funeral.

Cape Breton Under Water

Had a great chat with my friend Glenn about our reoccurring dreams, and the bay rising to meet the bridge. He's been having the same dream for years as well, and to him he's always felt he was in Cape Breton. When he said that I almost slapped his knee off - I knew exactly what he meant.

It's as though the bridge is over a canal. The landscape, although remembered as Cape Breton, resembles nothing of the sort... it's actually quite a small island and hilly, yet low land.

I visit this island often in my dreams, sometimes I head there for a trip, I've gone camping and on treasure hunts, I've traveled the canals, climbed the dykes, even biked the ever looping coast. I've driven around and around. I've felt trapped there, yet a belonging and a want to not let go.

Whenever I cross the bridge I'm usually on my way to some place I'm not sure I want to be - I always hesitate but forge on knowing that I will never get where I need to go unless I cross that bridge. I always have a sense of the outcome while dreaming - now I look for ways to get across quickly and safely, I've held on to the sloped, immersed road, and dragged myself to the other side.

Someday we'll fly across.

May 27th, 2009 "the past is the past"

Glenn, Tanja, Rachel and I were out and about, being active when we decided we wanted to smoke a joint - but somewhere special. I remembered that I had left some of my belongs behind in the cemetery near my old apartment - a fort if you will.

The four of us walked a while longer in the dark searching and then came upon my little area and squeezed in best we could. I had left the old 70's tweed rocker from Nana, my bureau from Grammy, a fancy wall shelf with a tv and a smaller bureau - all within a space smaller than most bathrooms. With our legs tucked under and our arms close we patiently waited for Glenn to prepare a toot.

Then, through the wall, Ange poked her head in. She had been walking by and heard us. She asked if the museum knew we were set-up outside on their property? I look behind her and was shocked to see that a giant building and it's inhabitants were mere meters away.

I went into an immediate state of panic - how was I going to move all my belongs? Glenn, not wanting to waste time, ran to get the car so I could begin packing. As I went through my stuff I became paranoid that everything was exposed and that it would be stolen by strangers. I was startled by someone approaching and instantly thought they were going to hurt me - turned out he was a X-YES!+ friend of Ange's, so I continued rooting for things most valuable.

The car quickly filled, yet my belongings just seemed to grow. I found so many items that I had cherished so very long ago. I opened a drawer and found a small dish full of tiny crystals - overly excited I got up to take them to the car, which was now full, with Glenn standing by looking antsy to leave. I slipped and all the tiny crystals fell through my fingers except for 3 pearly blue shell beads. Tanja calmly helped me up and I threw them in my pocket, realizing I was going to have to let the rest go.

Glenn, sweetheart that he is, ran inside to ask them if we could come back for the rest later. As I approached the stocky female monk who was shaking her head "NO", I noticed a few more YES!+ers walking by, the monk asked me if I knew what they were? I looked up eagerly asking "lizards?" - "No, they are from the future" she responded.

Then she went on to say, "Buddah says everything is the past, He is the past, the past is the past and the past is now"

May 13th, 2009 "fools clothing"

Scott MacDonald and I were taking a break from our artist collaboration, walking along the edge of this festival, and I forced him to come with me and take a peak at the junk shop I spied through a dirty window.

Once inside I immediately found a rack of sixties Barbie heads all hanging by their hair. I examined them and noticed many faults; melting eyeliner and crooked eyebrows. I soon realized I really didn't need anything like that and I shouldn't waste any money, so I quickened my step to get the hell outta there (Scott was relieved, I think the shrunken heads freaked him out a bit).

We made it near the exit, but had to wait a moment in line to get out. Next to the cash was a floor to ceiling glass shelf that housed pastel coloured taxidermy poodles, all with fur like thick wool. Each animal had a black painted mask over their eyes, like cartoon bandits. I looked on in awe, but a quick glare from Scott opened my eyes and the pretty Easter colours became lost on me, I felt sorry for them and couldn't see the beauty anymore.

(This was my dream the first night of Kriya during my most recent YES!+ course that I ended up dropping out of because of some left over anger towards very noticeable hypocrisies)

April 2nd, 2009 "Alien Love"

I was trying to dig a hole to plant a tree and in turn unveiled an underground river that started pouring water over our lawn. I took a step back and when I looked up the entire sky was full of flying saucers. Each one looked like a magical rainbow version of Saturn, they hovered all around and then an army of human like beings surrounded our house. At first I was scared but as they grew closer I was filled with love like I've never felt before. After I had soaked up all that I could they continued on, spreading their love across the world. As they did plants started growing like mad and overtaking all the structures.... every stone wall was now green and lush. I followed the being that had converted me and watched as many of my friends became blissful. I caught up to my new ally and asked...

"wouldn't it just make more sense if we as humans could just all love each other like this?"

He just smiled at me, as if I already knew the answer, then turned and went off to spread more love.

sweet dreams are made of these

I've been meaning to start recording my dreams for a while now, almost as long as I've been meaning to learn to drive... and that's been a really long time!

Throughout my life I've had a number of recurring dreams. My favorites are the tales of endless shopping at Frenchy's, antique shops and yard sales where I find fantastic assortments of antique toys and Barbies.

My childhood feline pal Balzac is a constant visitor as well as my Grampy and sometimes Grammy. Usually when I'm going through periods of great stress one of the three will come visit and give me some love to pull me through.

The reoccurring dream I don't look forward to, which has left me with a lifelong fear of heights, is that of crossing a bridge and half way across the water rises and meets the road leaving us all immersed. I remember once I was crossing the harbour in a jalopy driven by Gonzo and I became aware that we were on a bridge and not sinking - instantly the wave took over and ripped the bridge down. Oh how I abhor the bridge dreams.

I've always had incredibly vivid dreams, sometimes remembering more details than I do of waking life. I've had some pretty fantastic dreams this last while... I'll dig some up and get busy relaying some of late.