1.
Yesterday I wanted to write down a dream, yet I stayed away from it. Now I have forgotten, unless it is the one about ants. I am not sure it was yesterday’s dream. Still, here it is: I think I was in the kitchen; not sure. There were ants coming out of the woodwork around the cabinets. I was aware of where they were pouring out by the dozen. I stamped on them to kill them. Some
swarmed onto my right hand and they bit me on the wrist. They were very small, maybe no bigger than fleas, but they were ants.
The usual association with ants is work, and if they are coming out of the cupboards in the kitchen (everyday life), then it probably means that I have finally begun work on myself (the wrist) and maybe to eliminate all that bad stuff (the stamping).
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Today I had many dreams, which I have forgotten, but I do remember the charcoal dog that was not a dog, but a small boar (about the size of a Scottish Terrier). A man threw the dog at my feet. At first I was very frightened. I thought that if I moved, the dog would attack me, so I stood very still. The man wore black, but I do not know who he was. Then the dog went over to a big hole in the ground and peed into it. It stood right over the hole, straddling it, spreading its paws on either side, and urinated. The hole was about one foot in diameter, yet the little dog could straddle it. Later I tried to play tug-of-war with it, with a white sock.
Playing with it, I could really see that it was no dog, but a wild boar. I could see the fangs, yet it was as small as a terrier. I do not recall what I was wearing or what happened to the man.
This week has been a difficult week. I went for past-life regression and found it very difficult, and yet very easy; go figure. I have an appointment for rebirthing on Thursday; I wonder how that will go.
Dec. 27, 2000 (NSA Journal after adjustment) Today I felt…Every time Hell touched my neck, it went straight to my solar plexus, but the lower back adjustments are beginning to give me pain in my lower tummy. I see images, but do I want to believe them? No! But I do let them be.
Dec. 29, 2000 (NSA Journal after adjustment) Today I felt that lots of pain is stored in me. I know that for sure now, but I still have either the images or the pain. I have yet to connect the two together as one. I am a little afraid of what will happen when I do.
Time to go
Jan. 1, 2001 (Computer Journal)