Being able to sleep in has helped me remember my dreams over the last couple of nights. It seems the mural on the back wall at Holistic Feuds, a scene of Mount Tamalpais with a couple of Miwok structures at the base, created the setting in the dream. I was in one of the huts, hanging about, and then traveled to another dwelling made from the hollowed-out base of a redwood tree. The second dream took place at some stressful school where the coursework wasn’t nearly as difficult as the peer pressure and social politics going on. The next night, again dreaming of the same classroom, I was bored on a break in the middle of a lecture. JG came in, and I called “Hello, Dr. JG!” with gusto. “So, are you in class?” he asked with an inquisitive look. “No, let’s go!” I exclaimed, and he took me out for a ride to the top of a huge mountain where we stopped to enjoy the vantage. It was like climbing up a giant ziggurat along a winding road, finally reaching a sensational view of the countryside far below.
