Witnessing an execution; a wish for peace!

I am with a group of people, friends, and casual acquaintences. They are all people I care about, nice people, engaged friendly people. A sharp shooter steps up, takes aim, and kills one of my friends. I wake in a sweat, relieved it was "just a dream" or nightmare, a real dream, this morning. In some parts of the world, people, their friends, their relatives are killed regularly, by war, by genocide, and for them, it's like a nightmare, only real. Horrifyingly real.

I would like to join with Peter and other people supporting the idea of 2 minutes of peace at 8 PM on December 30, 2006. For more information, click here. Of course, I'd like more peace. Lots more.

Consider Peace. Consider the Alternative.

The Essences

We are sitting around a fire, at night, a number of us.  The priestess-teacher uses my black hat to capture essences escaping from the fire to show the group.  The first essences cling to the outside of my hat, colored dewdrops in brilliant rainbow hues, sparkling in the darkness.  The second essences are tiny butterflies that take wing from inside my hat.  They fly through us, as if we were ghosts and not human and solid, and as they enter us, we light up, glowing in rainbow colors.  We feel like rainbows, full of light, color and joy.  Then they fly upward into the darkness, rising like smoke, twisting through the faint silhouettes of trees.  But essences of the rainbow butterflies remain in our hearts.  And rainbow dewdrops still sparkle on my hat, reminding us.

We sometimes need to be reminded.

Mary Stebbins Taitt
From a dream
For Keith and Robert Moss

Dreamdark Deer

Dreamdark Deer, from a dream. By Mary Stebbins Taitt.

I apologize for posting the same picture in several places, but I had to put it in the dream blog, too! 

Dreaming of the Honeymoon

Dreaming of the Honeymoon, by Mary Stebbins. Click image to view larger.

My dream of a pleasant way to spend some honeymoon hours. Sunset in the dunes together! Photoart for Monday Artday. 

The Birth of Flight II

The Birth of Flight IID, dream version, by Mary Stebbins. Click on image to view larger. 

Dream Storm Farm

Dream Storm Farm by Mary Stebbins, click on image to see larger 

Flight

Flight, by Mary Stebbins. Click on image to see larger. 

Goat Dream

I dream I am at some man's farm and he says he will let me take a picture of one of his goats, a kid. It is white, with a few gold and grey spots and longish , coarse-looking hair. I want to hold it and tell him how I used to raise goats and how the walked with us and how we used to take them to bed with us (the kids, I explain, not the adults). I say the kid on its back and rub its belly--this seems to soothe it.


Besides the absurdity of taing the goats to bed and laying them on their back and rubbing their bellies, the one thing this makes me think of is working on my goat novel (totally unrelated).

Niagara at Night

 

floods, babies, bicycles

I had a restless night last night, lots of wakefulness, and lots of drems

1)dreamed that the levy was breached and dirty brown flood waters were flowing into the area where I was very rapidly.  I had my car but decided it would be safer to clim up some steep rocky hills rather than try to drive.  Pam was there and I was waiting for her, more and more scared as the waters appproached, torn between waiting for her and hurrying to save myself.  We were bth slow climbing, but she was slower.

2)I dream Scott and I are riding bicycles through narrow curving alleys.  There is more to this dream, but I can't grasp it

3)Babies.  I am at Donna's and she has a new baby and I am holding it and it's blanket keeps falling off.  I keep trying to wrap it up, worrying it will be cold.  (I am cold, too).  The baby is cute.  It can already crawl, though it seems way too yound and small.  Chucks baby appears briefly in the dream.  When the baby messes its diapers, Donna seems to think I will change it but I don't want to.  In the end, I'm on my way home and realize I have left my own baby alone at home, maybe too log.  I am really worried.

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I am certain of nothing but the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination- John Keats
Mary