The Blonde in the Mirror

4/19/08 Dream: I am in some sort of sexual contact with my ex-wife and then we separate sort of embarrassed by our weakness. Then I am looking at the computer thinking of her e-mail and then thinking “well, this happens.” Then I am withdrawing from the place and she is talking on the phone as I float towards the door of what is an unfamiliar place. I am surprised it is not our house and also surprised that she doesn’t see me as if I am a ghost. I feel that she senses my presence though and she is talking to someone on the phone about me. I become lucid and I decide to leave and fly out through the screen door, but the screen sort of gets stuck on me and wrapped around me making a grey haze out of my vision.With effort, I peel it off from my face and then everything gets Technicolor bright. I look back at where I was, a white apartment building in the 2nd floor apartment. As I turn around and float away, I feel very light and free and the sun is shining and the sky is blue and there is this song playing “It’s a beautiful day” Like the U2 song, but slowed down and done reggae style like Ziggy Marley. I am sort of surf flying and I see and think of my best childhood friend and windsurfing buddy Kyle. I think “I can go anywhere” and get excited and then think “It’s no fun to travel alone” and my spirits sink a little. Then there is a big train going by, and I grab the surf board from under me and it turns into a big bag. I fly alongside the train and it quickly becomes night. I look up into the starry sky and I a start wishing I could travel through a Stargate and I spin the bag fast in circles above me to try to open a wormhole but it doesn’t work. It does light up different constellations as I spin it though, and one which lights brighter than the others is the constellation Pegasus. I am flying faster and faster, matching pace with the train and then I find myself in a building with a high ceiling like a train station. There are two young boys that approach me the older around 5 and other around 3. They are playing some game together but I am not interested in it and I sort of shoo them away. There is another boy sitting at a table. I still want to try to go to the stars again and I fly up with that in mind but I lose speed quickly and hit the ceiling and slowly float back down. As I float down I notice a large mirror on the wall and instead of seeing myself reflect I see that I am a blonde woman which is surprising. I do not like being a blonde woman so I imagine myself as a kung fu master and see myself flipping and kicking gymnastically in the mirror briefly before I wake up.
A month later I am in a workshop with Robert Moss in Chicago and, after sharing the dream we decide to do a dream theater with the intention of dreaming it forward and paying more attention this time to the blonde in the mirror and the two boys. I pick a pretty blonde woman Lisa to play the blonde in the mirror and when it comes to her part, she gets a strong message to step out of the mirror and improvise. She tells me that she is the feminine that sees me and hugs me. And then the people playing the two kids are likewise inspired to run over and let us know they found some wonderful dinner digging in the garbage. We go together as a little family unit to the Pegasus and there’s room for all of us to get on and take off to the stars. My new bumper sticker for the dream becomes: “My dream family is just a sunbeam away!” Life starts to rhyme later when I meet a woman online whose screen name is Sexy Bodhisattva. She responds to an incomplete online profile of mine that consists only of a lucid dream where I travelled through a wormhole and became a whale like creature on an alien planet. Her hair is bordering on blonde and her real name turns out to be Lisa and she has two boys 5 and 3. She is also crazy like me for dreams and synchronicities and one of the first that brought us closer together is that she posted a giraffe dream and waking synchronicities that flowed out of it on her blog http://www.emotiontoolkit.com/journal/ within days of my own Remembering Giraffe entry.