Space n Place

I woke with just no recall at all... thinking back I'd jumped to the house, was heading for Malico and Loci to dream share.. I'd arranged to meet Inka briefly but as soon as I'm close to him I just couldn't stay awake, he thinks it's funny the others annoying I didn't care either way.

Was like being anesthetised... I vaguely recall asking for Malico to help as I was freefalling :D

I jump back straight to Malico, Loci is there and we I think went to see Leon, but it's the dream I recalled best on waking.  It was 0440

It had started here, well the town hall side of here.

It was in my home village on lol the road called.... shepherds hill!!   (Lol the Sheep & Collie dream from 6/March this year and 6th march last year)

Friends were riding round in a strange small squashed car that had 2 male twins hanging in the back.. not literally hanging, was like a babe in a sling so they were upright dangling.

I'd been in an errr hall.    Had the feel of a disused church.  High vaulted ceilings echoing.    Yeh the layout is right for a disused church a makeshift cloakroom was in what would have been the vestry.  It had been used for maybe raves, or playgroup or something, now largely neglected.  
I'm with a group, I recognised Inka in another form but we were in role.  
My lucidity low I was happy to go with what was happening - though I was both inside and outside of a body as I could see my avatar from above back too.  

It was psychedelics again we were taking but it was ceremonial (Rather than the more methodical searching from the start of last night)  Inka was in an unfamiliar body, South American, male but in a smaller body with wavy dark hair and eyes, spoke English with a Spanish accent.  We were sat around a grubby wood trestle table lit by 2 candles stands well used, the table was splattered with wax as the building's power supply was cut off.  
We were preparing a mix.  Grating twigs, on a normal cheese grater then mixing them with a dried leaf pulp in a solvent.   The mix was in a large smooth round wooden bowl, a sage green wet mash that we ate.  

I'd had mine, it wasn't strong tasting, earthy and fragrant a little like a wyrd wormwood perhaps.  
I'd taken it and was going back to the cloakroom but was following myself out of body now... I was wearing a grubby and faded loose white tank top or sleeveless t-shirt.
On the back was a cross... the long bit going down my spine and the cross across my shoulder blades, It was ornate and symbolic, like a Celtic or illuminated manuscript.
I was wearing an off white linen skirt with embroidered hem It had had a matching shirt that I'd removed..., my skin was a warm olive tone..  the top was tucked into the shorts but I could see the pattern continued down my spine and there was more detail from the sacrum, with patterns coming from where the nerves would leave the sacral-iliac joint.  
I was aware in the cloakroom, I was cooking the same roast meal that's in every night atm!!  Though I was going there to find some trews as I was coming up fast and I knew I'd be sitting/sprawled on the floor.    I was also oddly aware of some other people like errr like missionaries or quaker or just old fashioned... they had odd felt hats in blue or red.  

When I woke I was errr DL, Ireen... Iran the dreams of Irean are to do with the Middle East?? and the Wormwood trumpet... the trumpet is a singularity I can see it energetically.   I'm part of it... The trumpets are like the grails energy flow intersections.  

Inka was in my next dream too... I wasn't dream-sharing with him though....  
It's jumbled but the bits I do recall are very detailed.  

Loci was making music, but the equipment he was using looked like very old computer stuff.    He was him, I was behind watching.   A party with people I know, it's a beach party I have musical gifts.  They each play a tune but were like an edible cookie stick.

Then I'm in a light aircraft I think the year was 1964.. I'm in the cockpit and the plane is in trouble it's South America and we are going to crash then Inka is there again, not solid just astral.

This was linked to the beach and the music dream... others all new Inka too, they just didn't know I was linked to him??

I'm told precession of love...

'Run Run as fast as you can...'  Like the gingerbread man??
Yet there is no escape from head?
There is no place to hide inside mind?

From what would I run and where would I go??
I just drop to my heart and go with the flow :P