Tawny Owl Ritual

 

29th
 

First dream was odd and interesting.
It was in a mishmash of 2 main dream spaces sort of overlaid.
I'd been at my first school.. It was still open and I was helping with stuff there but outside was the small green outside my Grans house.
The thing going on was a Tawny Owl ritual that they did mis summer.
First I noticed owls fluttering in the air… they were each looking a different direction.  Out on the streets in the day light, indifferent to people.
One was above a kid sitting waiting on his parents to collect him from the old school there.

The fluttering direction pointing owls were waiting on the groups of walking owls.
These groups all had one much bigger taller walking owl with them.
Then with the flying direction owl leading, each owl group walked slowly from door to door, going down the path to each door then onto the next.. 
People were opening the doors to greet them.
As they visited more doors the owl groups merged into a sort of owl procession.
One of the larger groups had a sort of ox type animal with them too, it was a pale grey colour and just walked in their midst.
I was curious, wanting to know what it all ment.
Before the owls I'd been in the shool, it was the end of the day and the kids were being given a small pasty and a cooked corn cob to take home, I was clearing up there books and sorting the library stuff out.

Next dream was a version of here.
Different though.
Odd mix of people I know, I was sneaking into one woman's house checking something on her PC then sneaking out.
I was living in a basment above an old function/community room with a bunch of friends and colleges old and new, Rob & Dom were there and Mary too.
The house I was sneaking into the grandma found me, I told her to tell her daughter I'd been round, and where I lived she'd know who I was.
As she was letting me out the back door 3 scared looking older women were looking for a place to hide, the grandma let them inside.
Back at my house, a rave was going on in the function room…. It wasn't run by anyone we knew and there was an odd dangerous vibe about the people there.
I'd gone in and got stopped by a lone guy dancing. 
He was in my face telling me to fuck off.   I'd just glared at him and told him to get out my way as I was just going home.. Pointing to the small door off to the side of the DJ decks.
People I lived with were at the entrance, as we didn't have a door that closed and some of the people at the rave had been wandering in.
I whent in too see my house mates hiding stuff, saying if there rave gets raided we'll get searched too.
I go bk out to the rave, the guy from the dancefloor is at the decks… He's clearly high and I ask him what he's using…
He points to 3 crystals on an electrical circuit.  Nothing like I'd seen before, I ask him what it is and he tells me it's a 'controll and command set up'  I ask him to show me and he dose..
I wonder what the controll and command is.. And who'd controll and who's command.
He starts by touching one crystal… it glows and seems to have some feed bk linked to the music desk too.
The other crystals glow too, he tells me not ready yet.  I wait watching, bemused by how this rave has less than 10 people, the ones I'm used to the rooms were packed.
The crystal is ready and he touches it, I can feel the high just standing next to him…
Once he's done, the crystals go out and he's too out of it to tell me more, I feel I'd give it a go… but not sure about the idea of controll and command and what is what so go bk into the house.
It's white and again no doors between the rooms, not open plan, just open rooms.
I wait on the kitchen counter and stop 2 females trying to enter at the door… they quickly get aggressive and Rob appears to see if I need help…. Rain woke me here.
Odd.

Last dream was also main dream space.. 
I was living in a house that probably doesn’t exist on a street that dose… Up from Jeans house.
I was in London studying and I'd come back to a shared flat, Christine was still alive.
Was on the South Side on Main street..   Was intreasting and old inside.. I'd just arrived and dumped my stuff and made a coffee.
Gone up to a room and came down to find dirty stuff in the sink, while I was washing up I heard a call on the phone that was old land line style and off the hook.
I picked it up bit the voice was barely more than a whisper, it was adult social services calling about my Dad.
I couldn't really hear them well, and it wasn't my house… just a share I was staying at and Dad wasn't there.
I'd put the phone down n got distracted the door to the back garden, a beautiful stone arch porch to a small lawn with wide full shrub and flower beds.
Then cone in and found more dirty stuff I took to the sink.
I did go back to the call, but again it was distant… and It wasn't clear that we could make ourselves understood. 
So I just picked stuff up to wash instead.

… Working tonight, so not sure when I'll get to dream again.