Yesterday I went out to Lake MacBride to shoot for my current project (the meditation room at the University of Iowa Hospital). I was planning on shooting the water picture (out of water, earth and air). I was standing on the bridge, looking over the lake and there were a few swallows flying about. A little while later the wind picked up and all of the sudden there was a whole cloud of them. I managed to get several photos with my 4 x 5 (I never thought I would get a picture of anything in motion with that thing). Hopefully a least one will come out. It was such a rush to be so close to the birds–as close as about 4 feet at times… Not to mention just the day before I was thinking of how it would be fun (although something I would never do) to do some project where my swallows came off my chest and flew around.
Earlier this week I saw a white duck swimming around in the Coralville Pond. Just one, amidst all the mallards and geese.
And, in dreamtime: Lots of dreams about flying this weekend after taking some intensive yoga classes on Saturday.
1. I’m flying around the dreamtime version of Iowa City, a house is for sale on Plum Street (I think it is the one where the home schooled Christian kids lived when I was little). I kind of like the house, but it is so crappy I don’t know why. Half of it is under construction of some sort and the other half is in shambles. Some on chooses the house. I fly around during this. Later I am at work where I manage office people. I want to take the day off. I talk to my coworker who is at a similar level. He says it is okay but we’ll give everyone (the 30+ people) 15 min smoke breaks (2 from 8am to noon), and not enforce the time limits, and that way they will not resent me taking the day off. I fly away, in different ways, floating up, etc. I fly behind the Plum St. house again. It didn’t work with the family–they’re standing at the curb. They are going to have to auction it off in the next 24 hours.
(A couple days later in waking time, I was driving by Plum St and saw that the house in my dream (either that or the one right next to it) is currently for sale.)
2. I disguise myself as an 86 year old woman and die (pretend to). I get an ambulance ride to the hospital. I am trying to escape or something. I change my clothes (after running away, off the gurney and into a back room at the hospital). I try to gather some of my stuff to take with me. I can’t grab very well and only manage to get a few nursey clothes. I say “fuck it” and go, they may be of use if I get a nursing job wherever I end up. I run through the streets of Madison(/medicine?)–it’s nighttime–someone is chasing me. I realize I can fly. I start rising up, just before I clear the people’s heads I wake up.
3. I am in a large Smith-type dorm room. It is more like a dance studio, no furniture, just a rough wooden floor and the windows. I am with a female friend. Two song birds come in through the door. They are the little brown guys with white bellies. I open a window and try to show them how to get out, they keep flying around the room. Then two swans fly in the room. They are white with a little grey on their wings. I am alone now. They fly around a while and then come to the ground. The birds keep navigating the room, despite my efforts to show them the way outside. (Although I can’t help wondering why they would want to come near me to get out anyway.) I decide to take pictures. I grab my digital camera. I was awkward and my camera was working really slow, so I didn’t get anything good, even though the swans laid down on their sides for the pics. The songbirds leave through the door. I look at the swans. They say sarcastically: “you think she knows anything about the way things flow?” I turn around to see a bat fly towards me. It is really Coco, my chihuahua, with bat wings on. The bat asks me to help him put salve on his ribs under his 1 and a half arms, something’s happened of his arms, it has been diminished by something. He has two oozing sores under his arms. A small one under the full arm and a big one with a dressing under the partial arm. I have one glove on and am holding the ointment. I get the sense that even the ointment is toxic to me.
4. I am in an old house with my brother. It is kind of like a horror movie. There is a “bad guy”-person who is nixing people. They seem to be able to predict our moves. But, we figure it out. We abandon the big old house to get away. Andre goes off in one direction and disappears. I run with Coco, who has turned into a slow 50lb dog. I know it is a dream so I don’t think carrying him should be a problem or prevent flying. I fly awkwardly over many places. It seems like going downtown from our house, but things are different. At one point I crash (as in rest) on a rooftop covered with pretty ribbons arranged in a pattern. I go into the store from the roof staircase and make friend’s with some ladies. Then I keep flying, with the large Coco in a sling.