Dream Sequence/s

Easter Sunday morning

with my eyes still hammered shut i rise to write the memory. Frandy La France

another one.
a big two story square house. i lived elsewhere? was i away at school? one of those dreams that have no definitive time location but in fact mixes characters to confuse you. i am now, with other persons in my realm now, one, a cousin of no relation, but it was as if i was a cousin with my parents, but i dont recall my brother being present, which is odd. my brother is deceased.

but in the dream i am returning home. my mother was there, she is deceased. it is like she is the one who picked me up. and someone else was with her but of no form, name or voice. it is odd that i would be picked up and not drive as i have always had my own car so perhaps that meant i returned home to my country, versus, home when we lived abroad. the house is kind of elaborate but very comfortable . i keep seeing both floors at the same time as if there was a balcony upstairs inside or my vision of it. but here is the point. i arrive to go to my room and all these flies are swarming about. and i ask my mom what is going on in there, and i never ventured in to unearth the reasons or to get close to the flies but seems as though the closer i got more flies emerged from a center. so i left and seemingly unlike me, softly quarreled about what kind of house is being maintained that a room can "have a dead pigeon decaying and so many flies in the room" . that was the case. i dont remember my mom saying anything, it is like she was silent, which is how my dreams all my life have been with her and my brother, both deceased, when they appear, they are moving around, communicating even, participating, present but never talking verbally, not audio, not by lips.

but my father seemed to arrive after, and i complain to him. i am not sure what he says or does. but a space for me to sleep will be made at the top floor, that has glass for walls, covered in curtains, or art, or curious, and all i think about is 'great, an opportunity for me to rise with the sun' since my sleeping pattern is to get up long after the sun rises.

a cousin i do not talk to and have a very acrimonious relationship with seemed to have walked into the room, but i dont remember him saying or doing anything.

another sequence to the dream is that i am showering and i try to turn on lights, and the light panel is right by the shower and i am trying to connect electrical parts for lights have not been used and were disconnected.

this is all i remember. i wish i was taking notes while i was dreaming. I am grateful my mind brought back this much to share. seems more convoluted than yesterdays, but let me hear you

Good Sunday Spirit Brother

to the rest of my lovelies too...I wish you a morning dew
i rise after a good knowing that the one i am standing in the gap for is standing strong, unmoved and resilient, protected. he always has been. things dont affect him. a great union, reunion and home coming. there is much work to be done i believe, but so far it is clear we --i dont know what to say--yes it comes...we are known. they know us. long time i believe. so all is as it is should be.

peculiar people
piqued timing
easter rises
new epochs
arising creations

when your life fulfills scriptures you just read as literature, what can you say?
are you still a nonbeliever
or just grateful for evolutions
selah

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Easter Monday April Fools Morning

• Hi Frandy, you there...
  dream last night i remember:
  was on a yacht, one of wood, not an old one, but not a new one of all the glass and metal, but a yacht of age, but still clean, nice, shelacked shiny wood..
  liming with friends from college. Like i was at a reunion or a wedding and partying, having fun dashing and diving in a shallow pool
  and like the yacht was docked in the street of a city. white people were there still, as if they were co-patrons, yacht operators, yacht owners, facilitators...
  and my one interaction was greeting women friends from my past, some not so friendly, some seeming i had beef with
  this is a kind of weird dream
  
• .what you think?

  
  
•  Frandy La France

  You have some baggage in the past that you must learn to let go. This is holding you up . You are meditating in your dreams. Reflecting your past. How can you change it for the better. You can not continue to have the same heart you had last year or 8 yrs ago. Do things to change , create a mantra for yourself. You can do it!