Bat Shit & Feathers

 

27th
Very long lucid dream.
It starts in the daytime, Old Stone close.. I'm on a park bench laying down when a Pigeon lands on my lap, joined soon by star my cat.
I wait there till dark.
It's now a dark version of my main dream space.
Night and everything is different, I'm young... early 20's and I'm going to Rachel H's birthday party I realise I've left it to the last mo to get a gift and am wondering what to get.
I split up from Em, Marie and Rachel S who are also going to find a gift.

I wander off, the roads have high hedges and the moon is full and blood red, I get distracted looking at it and wander into someone's garden to get a better view.
Trying to get back to the road again I wander through a planted veg garden with a sort of clear sheeting rigged up to protect it from the wind of the sea. 

As I let myself out of a cracked glass door 2 young girls notice me and come outside to see me.  The younger keeps hugging me, I hug her back explaining to her parents I'm a mother too, so I don't mind.  (I understood this even though I was young there)
I'd left the garden roads to visit an undercover market area.
It's sort of seedy and I thought I might find a gift there, though if I couldn't find anything I'd grab her a bottle of nice Gin.
While browsing a stall holder introduces himself.  
I recalled his name right through the dream and I remeber his father's name but his has gone.. It was something like Ewing, so I'll go with that. 
His accent is southern Irish and his hair red and wavy (He's familiar in a way too.... a little like Rog or the dream guy with red hair I've had lots of dreams with.
He tells me 'I'm Ewing Son of Ebony Ivorson....
He's close looking at me, has some small silver and gold earrings beside him that he's selling.
On impulse I tell him 'I'm dreaming'  His eyes widen.... with question and I tell him 'Never mind' with a smile.
He laughs and touches me and there is a sexual energy exchange, like them instant orgasms.
He pockets the stuff he's selling and tells me he'll come with me.
We wander looking at stuff, all kinds of stuff..... I'm lucid so I'm changing what's around us in amusing ways but most of it subconsciously letting the dream play out too.
Some stuff I did change like making my flipflops into fluffy slippers.

We walk past all kinds of stuff, me sort of thinking about things then versions of them appearing. Displays of various fish and snails, plants, fossils and gems then on into what was like a surreal department store.

Ewing asked if we were window shopping, I told him lets visit the harbour.

As we arrived it was an old-style fishing harbour at first... but the closer we got the stranger it got, with diggers dredging the bottom and police boats dragging in unexploded missiles. 

We kept walking until we got further and further out into the water and it was getting more chaotic, so I decided to jump somewhere else... He came too.
Not having set any intention other than to move I was in a cave...
I'm laying down nekid on the floor....
Dead skeletal birds and bats are flying above and pooping on me, feathers falling and sticking to the poop.
Still lucid I just lay and pondered the strange situation when a headless bird walked up to me and entered my body threw my vagina! 
Ewing was to the side standing looking amused.

The scene changes and I'm laying with a group of people... we are now all stuck with feathers... I'm still laying down now looking up at a dark sky.
There is a group of people staring and someone asks 'Who isn't here'  
I'd raised an arm saying 'I'm sure as hell not here'  The feathered people and the crowd looked at me laying on my back giggling.  I'd added 'If I was, I'd not be laying covered in bat shit n feathers'  
The woman who'd spoken says 'We have a winner'  The others round me look upset and I realise they are all the same guy but slightly different...he's bald.  
He's upset and out of the crowd females in suits appear the speaking woman tells the men to go with the 'end of carries resetters' 
Ewing helps me up and I swap back into clothing... we are back in the marketplace from earlier. 
He takes me to a strangely ugly deformed guy, who has odd metal pins in his face. 
The new guy wants to charge us £25 a day to hire a portrait for our stay.
I'd looked the guy in the face and told him I didn't need a portrait for my 'Dream Holiday' 
He looked at me realisation dawning that I was lucid and his face changed to a good looking guy with piercings.  
I decided to wake here and make notes to recall, took me a few attempts to wake fully as I was going to head to Inka, but I did manage to wake myself up.

I go back to sleep and find myself in the same dream, less lucid now... but I still have full recall of the previous events.  
Rachels Birthday is getting closer, and there is to be a cleansing ritual and a girl band even though we are only a few guests.
Her mother and her friend will be doing the ritual, it's quite cult like and I decide I don't want to be cleansed... as I'm happy how I am.

Rachels house is also open, lacking walls, it has layers of floors and a garden on the lowest level a large area is laid out with cushions to watch the band... some stage blocks in the centre for them to stand on.   
But the band is sick, there are only microphones and an item of each of them.  One was the main singer she had by her mic an old wooden crucifix on wooden bead string. 

The menu was printed and laminated with Rachels birthday, we were having pad Thai, spring rolls and a Thai salad.
A small table held alcoholic drinks and there were some old wooden bar tables and chairs by a patio to a garden. 

More people had decided to join the event and so we were shown to a dorm room... our bags, all similar had been dropped in a large square luggage rack, in the centre of a room.. A bed roll opposite each next to the wall with a square walk area between.

I went to get changed but someone had ridden a bike all-over my clothes and they were covered in tire prints.