A Series of Wacky Astral Adventures

Hi Sandy…pardon my absence I had a malaise of the spirit which prevented me from writing to you.

Some of my wackiest adventures of late have occurred in my dreams which you and I both know are the times when our larger selves go a wandering.

Last night I had a most perculiar adventure…I was in a place with a Japanese woman and her young daughter. Danton was there along with a contingent of US military officers.

It was a frozen place…probably Antartica or the North Pole…The Japanese woman had dug a large square hole that descended in a series of steps…eventually to a mysterious underwater cavern filled with the most exotic species of human I have ever seen…they were amphibious and some of them had tiny wings between their shoulder blades…as if the wings were just starting to sprout…well the US military turned up and tried to take over…at one stage they tried to exclude us without success…they gave up after it became apparent that we could come and go to this mysterious place whenever we wanted…despite the blocks which they had set up.

Danton showed up after a while and we went for a walk in a park, wherein a series of sculptures and plaques had been set up to reveal the story of creation. One sculpture depicted a dying soldier and a picture…the picture of ‘I don’t know what’ was significant because it was not a sculpture and therefore not three dimensional. Another plaque upon which a tree had been embossed supposedly represented the tree of life. It was a fruit tree Sandy.

For some reason I had a hard time convincing Danton that these sculptural and pictorial arrangements described the book of Genesis in the Bible and then I woke up.

Another astral escapade took place in outback Australia. It was my job to look after some witchetty grubs hiding underneath the bark of the trees that were there. This proved to be quite difficult as a bunch of aboriginal people were making their way towards these trees with only one purpose in mind…to find and eat the witchety grubs hiding in them.

I only managed to save one…it was a big fat one. I hid it deep within the trunk of a tree and just in the nic of time too because a really mean looking, old aboriginal woman was headed my way and boy did she have an evil look in her eye.

And yet another escapade involved a house buying venture that went horribly wrong.

I was going to buy a house from Lee the special friend of one of my friends.

The house was situated in a very ugly, industrial type of neighborhood which should have set alarm bells ringing but oddly enough didn’t.

Moreover a friend of mine, who was accompanying me to see the house, was being pursued by a dangerous madman wielding a large phallic object.

Upon entering the house we were led to a very pleasant, sunny room overlooking the garden. There was a small square table and some chairs in the room and we all sat down and had a cup of tea.

Then Lee showed me the rest of the house…first we went down a hallway with a linoleum floor what was badly buckled… so much so that it resembled waves and it was dirty…the bedrooms of the house came off this hallway and the first one I saw did send alarm bells ringing…a dirty mattress on the floor piled with filthy sheets and blankets...I was thinking oh oh but trying to remain positive nevertheless.

Finally Lee took us into the main living area of the house…the lounge room. There was no furniture in it but there was a large fireplace in one corner of the room and large floor to ceiling windows that looked out onto a very pretty little garden shaded by large trees. It was very green and lush.

I could have lived in this house. The first room we saw was very nice, the hallway and bedrooms could have been fixed up but the sight of a nest of huge black birds sitting in a pile of shit, huddled around the fireplace really put me off…I was told they were peacocks which  they obviously were not. I decided not to purchase the house after all.

In one more astral escapade, the details of which are very hazy…I revisited the house where I lived when my children were little.
At first site it looked exactly the same as I remember it…but during my visit there it got bigger and changed.  By the end of my visit it bore no resemblance to the house that I remember and neither did the neighbourhood.  At one point, half of it burnt down…I also met up with a bunch of relatives that I didn’t know but they were like my large extended family…that is all I remember of it…it was a while ago.