The Golden Shawl on a sunny June afternoon

Its' a lovely June afternoon, the softness of Light, The Light actually is one of the main characters of this dream story...I always remind myself the happiest afternoons I have ever had, Dublin, Howth lying on the beach and almost ready to go but the bliss making me stay there...my hometown...same feelings...
I had an urgent call from Great Britain, somebody calls me on my mobile, in a gentle manner inquiring me about me coming to London on a very special mission. I seem agreeable to that offer and look at myself after the call where I got my flight and everything arranged.. The flight seems to be arranged as a trip on a very strange device, more of a hoovercraft than a typical plane.
I am waiting sitting on the grass and then instantly I am in one of the anglican churches in London, dunno which one's that....
People ask me to enter the venue, but it seems I am not the best man. I am given a golden shawl to embrace my arms, feeling more like a woman than a typical man, I took this challenge of bringing mysef into strange situation and after that I am being kindly asked to present a speech and a blessing, more as a preacher than a person who has other things to do out there, especially because of the fact that I am at the royal wedding...The happily married couple seems shy and dilligent to keep themselves busy with the vows.
the bells...
Soften a soft light and pass on unto the afternoon walk
I am taken to a different time and different season walking in the Solec Park, November 2010, Warsaw, my friend Przemek and his offspring: 2 daughters and a boy...
we approach a hedge whcih seems surprisingly green for this time of the year...
it spreads open to us...we enter a new realm
bliss bliss blisss
no tension at all
well, here's your story ...

The House of Dance- broken links restored in dreams 2010.10.03.

The setting is real. Lubelska street in Warsaw offers an extraordinary place to entertain yourself in an extraordinary way - Dom Tańca - The House of Dance - aretro experience.
I am part of a band, a pre 2nd WW band dressed up neatly in tailored suits, special hairdos, Joseph on drums, Frank (my granddad) on double bass, Maniek on acoustic guitar and me on clarinet. We mostly play old tunes and ditties like polkas, tangas and stuff. We stand on the stage made of fresh wood which still keeps the flavour and scent of it. Same for the people who came to dance - all young ladies and gentlemen dressed smartly, most of them standing up the walls, too shy to come and ask for a dance. We play all along but the starngeness of it is that I am asleep lying in a bed which stands close to the stage, all dressed in the suit but barefooted, playing clarinet with my eyes closed but still perfect pitch up to the rhythm.
We make pauses and breaks and as we do we drink home made vodka which is encapsuled in Joe's snaredrum. The party rolls on, we play "Czarna Mańka" tango a very quaint and melancholical tone.
After some time we just stop and with a sudden thang Joe's damages his snaredrum and the vodka inside it leaks out...I wake up and get to the window. There's a small boy called Maciek just down below listening to music, a poor child with no shoes on.
- Hey laddie, just go to Stephen will Ya? we need his snaredrum. Tell him I asked You to do that ok?
he runs his ass off to do that. But we need to play.
I don't see the band and the people.
My granddad tells me:
"Hubie, get back to bed, we need to play"
I realize that the scene will follow only if I am asleep.
I go to bed then and being asleep we play another tango, Joe manages somehow to play with us. What happens is that I am trying to keep up with the rhythm, but when I try to do that I am always waking up which makes it difficult as the setting and the people disappear. Frank, my granddad, who's here my brother asks me to be careful and not to break up with the sleep which makes the whole thing starting up from the same point. A break up - I wake up- all's gone - I get to sleep again - the music countinues- all in perfect linear intervals.
At last Maciek comes, out of breath with Stephan's snaredrum.
We have some more vodka and we can have a break.
Ladies dance and smile, young laddies and gentlemen bow as they ask the ladies for a dance...Everybod's happy, we get paid so we can buy some new instruments and strings and stuff. We get extra free vodka. Life's bliss...
My grandad passed away in 1982 as I was 6 years old. He was my childhood hero. Now he is back again, being my brother.

dream 2010.09.29. Depleted well of obsolete

I still got this type of dreams which include cut-ups from very old polish movies from the 1970's or 1980's which include series of absurd events. This last one was connected with the most absurd movie I remember. It involved a story of a guy who was coming back from his lover living in a dinghy motel and had a car accident. It happened in the mountains and he got stuck for good trying to survive. The old east German ORWO film type was used for this one and the colours were really bleak.
The series of absurd happenings moved all the way round. Suddenly Kermit the Frog appeared and told us the tale of grave news: which was the grandmother of the stuck one was preparing a home made jam of plumes and prunes. What a pity! he had to wait until he got released and he got extremely hungry.
then the series of absurd collages followed on and it was really difficult to distinguish which ones follow which line of sense.
I alwyas tend to think that it was just some kind of recallibration process to adapt the mind to new patterns and explicitly express the erased ones as they needed strongly to be spoken out.

Dream 2010.09.05.

I had a meeting with friends which was a very messy thing to do - hard to cope for me as I organised the party and tried hard to fix the things out.
Many people came to visit me not only as friends whom I welcomed and invited before but also many who were trying to do some business with me.
Then I had a flashback of myself travelling on the subway and meditating, It was a deja vu which I have many times on the subway...approaching slowly to the train coming and coming through the walls of the train without entering the door. I just mingle with the substance of the walls slowly transferring my body through it and then travelling sitting and meditating.
In the dream I contacted with a friend of mine who sent a very loud signals of sentences:
Heal your body and soul
I then passed on the message but contacted him in a dream and tried to talk which seemed pretty easy. The noise in the underground was very loud but despite this I had a very clear sense of whom I am speaking to and the feeling of the scent of my pal.
He told me a tale of his Dominican indian grandmother who, when in pain, laid down to sleep and in this way she evoked the spirits to give her the proper remedy for curing herself.
My pal advised me to get in touch with spirits and ask for that, as I was healing one of my patients.
I did that...the yellow phone started to ring and I answered it
The voice told me to follow the interstate dream connection...

This dream had a clear image of connections between one and other dream line. Very strong feeling

Dream 2010.09.01.

I walk into the room which seems to be a very spacious place and slowly step by step I start to recognise it.
It is the cinema in my little hometown.
The story of it is very sad, as after a lively time during the whole time after the WW II in 1990 it ceased to exist after it got back by the Catholic Church estate. Until now it is completely ruined.
I enter this room and I see that the movie is set on, it seems dark and animpulsive burstout of a live action energy. It is Batman but none of the parts which were directed. First part of Batman was actually the last movie I had a chance to watch there.
The Batman movie I watch is completely different, close to life, Nolanesque a bit, but seems to me more of a Jim Jarmusch and Mike Leigh movie at the same time.
It feels as if the movie is affected by the viewer - as deeper I dwelve into my subcosciousness the more affected the clue and the action fo the movie seems to be.
I see some familiar people in the first two rows - these are no different than my pals from primary school, my friends, they also set their own movie stance...
I am the camera man, watching at the back, in the distance, slowly changing the reels until all sinks into a celluloid mist...

Dream 2010.08.25. part 2

I awake in a grey domain of the-almost-morning time awoken by the humming of the storm and banging of the door. Slowly I remind myself that there's a laundry outside on the balcony which I left to be dried the night before. The storm is coming and the wind is getting really agressive. I am picking up all the clothes and then looking through the window af it was some kind of wall of water/glass transparent it may be, but there's a feeling in me , that this wall is a borderline of some experience...probably the feeling I get after that is also somewhat of a direction...getting the laundry back is like rescuing my house from the torrential rain when it was being built back in 1992 when we woke up with our parents to save the part which didn't have roof as it was being built...feeling I get getting the laundry is like rescuing invisible family which never existed, only to be reflected in the water wall to see yourself and all your life endeavours...walk gently through the gates of joy...

Dream 2010.08.25.

The setting is my family home. It is located in a small city which, when it's a night time, looks abandonded and silent. So silent and abandoned that when you leave the window open you can actually hear the metal clinging of the road sign which is uphill 350 metres set over the pedestrian walk. There are traffic lights everywhere, dim...
It's a little bit humid past midnight, I am getting back after a long bus journey home.
Walking downstairs downhill, looking at the clear night sky.
I open the gate, enter the front yard. Looking around for familiar shapes of the tress I have planted back in 1992 and 1993, now stunning tall...
Opening the door, the house is empty, somehow I feel that everybody passed away, I juts feel their presence. What a strange feeling...feeling the presence of voices, energies of those people but actually it feels like they are all gone...
I just sit in the kitchen, sipping the tea...
what is the importance of our relatives? Making it more invaluable by our recollections, memories, deep insight of understanding our link with them - part of our spiral experience, just one step away to grab the essence of being here...after all we are all alone, at least we are set here to learn how to deal with that...at some point...some time...

Dream 2010.08.21.

My last night's dream:
I enter the hall which is empty but there's noise all around which makes it even more surprising as there's nothing in there that could make such sound.
What I see in the distance is the huge stone Korean sitting Buddha statue which is starting to fall into pieces.
Seemed to me at the moment I was watching all this that even the most resilient forms of consciousness have to crumble in order to re-arrange itself to go back to the source and become a new form again.
For all the knowledge that we can gain in the process of education it seems that it may become unimportant and it really prevents us from becoming more tender to shape ourselves. What knowledge does is limiting, doesn't help us to acquire enough deatils in perceiving and futher development