Wed 03 Apr 2002 05:55
the dream I remember having:
in a grocery store of some kind--perhaps it started as a drugstore then became more like a grocery/wholefoods type place. A black man who worked there was talking nicely to a thin somewhat stringy older looking black woman about her really needing to pay for something instead of shoplifting it (like he knew her and her behavior). I went shopping and got some peanut butter and perhaps some salad type things, sat down in a part of the store and was eating but after opening the peanut butter and taken a spoonful of it, remembered it had sugar in it, so I didn't want it-- actually I don't think I'd paid for this stuff yet.

as I was sitting there a woman came over and said she'd like to meet with me, and another--perhaps that was as I was checking out. We went outside together waiting for the woman, and I found out it was about working for the store. As we were walking away, some of the younger goof-around teenage types said I was being considered to be a manager of some kind which was why people were checking me out (potential co-workers). I hadn't noticed this, and said something about how I wasn't sure I'd make a good manager, in a somewhat witty way, and the guys seemed to like this. We grouped (10 of us) on a lawn a little ways away and this woman- the store owner perhaps--who exuded a sense of drive or power, not messing around (she hadn't given me much information but asked me to meet with her, and I had)--was talking with us. Some--perhaps two younger women in the group were expressing affection towards me in unusual ways- one with a shaved head, by head-nuzzling my head (?) and the other, I cant remember. We were all close together in a football huddle for some reason, or no reason.

Then,(a sort of inexplicable transition) I and one or two others were walking off, but after a time I realized I'd left my bag there--back where we'd clumped.

I'm noticing I'm not as vigilant in dreams as I am in real life--the peanut butter, etc. In dreams in highschool, I might be having sex with some woman, and then be worried because I wasn't using a condom or something like that. Ken wilber explains a certain attitude towards life by describing how one behaves in a dream when one knows one is dreaming. One doesn't walk across a tighrope fearfully, afraid to fall, but does flips and cartwheels.

I think he was mentioning that in an attempt to account for the joy and creativity brought to life by someone who achieves/experiences the highest states of consciousness (highest that he is aware of).

My bag had been mauled as if someone had kicked it or dragged it, and my valued computer was hanging partway out of it's case with it's own plastic case snapped partly off--horrors! I was attempting to check it out, but two of the more hooligan adolescent types (like one sees around here a good bit) were harassing me, and giving the dishabilled computer I held in my hand a playful kick every so often. I wanted to leave to get away but was not having much success. But then one of those women who'd been friendly to me earlier came and was talking to one of the guys--changing the subject, distracting him, they forgot about me, and I'm not sure what happened next.

Yeah these dreams are rather unexciting, but perhaps thinking about them more will help me do more things in them--wilberesque, and perhaps as I read more progoff the point of this will be more clear. If I can get up early enough to do this--good. I guess for wilber, no need to write, because he might remember it all like it happened to him/he created it while awake?

o remember to look for a city pool near Joanna--I think I remember finding one, but not sure if it's indoor.
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