Tuesday, 8 June 2010

skull cap owl

I was driving down a dark country road through a heavy fog.  I could only see a few feet in front of the car. I was driving slow with the windows down. I could feel the wet air on my face. Suddenly a deer jumped in front of my car. I slammed on my brakes. To my relief I saw didn’t hit the deer and I saw it prance into the wood.  Just ahead from where I stopped in the middle of the road, I could see a large bird tossing and flopping. As I approached I the bird it clearly defined itself as an owl…a big brown spotted owl. It seems as though it died just as I knelt down to get a closer look. She let me pick
her up. I cut into her skull and pulled of the cap of her skull. It popped of in my hand. A thick, round piece of bone…much like a sand dollar. I strung it up on a piece of rope and draped it around my neck. It was beautiful.  I then dug a whole and buried the rest of the owl with the intention to come back after a season and dig up the picked clean bones.


  1. I think I have dream envy! Your dreams make me think Jung might have been right about there being a collective unconscious - mine tend to tell me I'm stressed!

    Last week I dreamed I was taking part in a reality TV competition and couldn't work out how I had ended up there. The competition seemed to be some weird type of "America's Next Top Model" programme and we were all due to get makeovers. The aim was that we would all come back blonde. I was feeling confused and offended as I already am blonde and couldn't work out what they would do with me. Everyone else in the house was clearly non-blonde and there was one man in the house with a very alarming mullet. However, thinking that people ungrateful about their makeovers never get far in the show I smiled and ethused about getting my hair coloured. Once I knew we were off air I went round all my fellow housemates protesting my true blonde status and insiting that my hair had just got a little darker with age. I never got as far as the makeover so who knows what my dream hairstyle would have been.

  2. I know you must get this a lot, but I feel a strong kinship with you. I have been swimming in your music since I first heard an expose on you in 2007. You helped me get through some of the hardest years of my life. I wish I could live with the magic and beauty your music evokes.

    My dream is humble enough, but felt, as dreams do feel, torrential in its magnitude.

    In this dream, I was part of a coven of witches. We were neutral witches, neither bent on good nor evil, simply attempting to find something. I knew in the dream what it was, but now it escapes me. We went to a shopping centre in search of this thing, my brother hunting us. Keeping us running the entire time, he followed us out into the suburban landscape. We sought shelter in houses with the walls cut out, but he was swift in his pursuit. I woke sweating.

    I know how busy you must be, but if you ever are having a bad day and are in need of an attentive, unbiased ear, please do not hesitate to e-mail me. ingridkjacobs@yahoo.com. Hearing from you would make my head explode. In a good way.

  3. Hey Lady J' n' All,

    'Who Who Who' cries Owl, "I'm not a bird, I'm a murderer of birds"...'Who', or perhaps, 'What' dreams...is this 'I' that's dreaming - being dreaming? This, object, these objects, seemingly 'separate': tobacco rolled into a shape called 'Camel', fingers reaching grasping, sipping Ruta Maya, (((flick))) fire, smoke curling, drawing breath, inhaling ahhh . . . this, loving morning rotating, rising this to morning, to this...morning's dreaming.

    Where would each every all be without 'you'?

    Supplicant inquiring, 'Master, How to receive Dine Mother's grace?'
    Master replying, 'Who came first...you or God?'
    S: 'Well obviously Divine Mother came first and created me, then I worship Her, asking for Her Grace.'
    Master: 'NO! First is your Self! You must first Be for God to be!
    Your Beingness -'I AM' - must first BE for any every all 'to be'. For Beingness there is no question...no questions...only Abiding, witnessing presence as such. Beyond this, words cannot enter.'

    Edgeless nestled dreaming...illusive as some 'thing' sought, perfectly entertaining as is . . .

    Well water calcifies ferros pipe, restricting flow...a kink in the wire, restricting flow...and yet, prior to...Flowing dreaming musing creativity destructivity ideation...Canvass receiving brush strokes, color, movement, activity...placid lucid Consciousness buoyed, born in blemishlessness...Awareness...

    InJoy chica! - LOL - Whoot! Howl! Wriggle tickle scream - as you ARE!

    ...(((ツ ♫• * ' ' ' * • ♫*≥≤((((•))))≥≤♫• * ' ' ' * • ♫* . ...(((ツ