Dreaming 8/13/11

Mike Lester was a dj on KBCO in Denver back in 1993 and I was on the rebound of a 2- year relationship with Steve Baldini. I was drinking at a bar called Rick's Cafe in Denver, and met him there. It was snowing quite heavily and he invited me back to his house - which happened to be at the end of the block, the address was 1 Monroe. The short lived romance ended badly....I guess I was too much for him to handle. Sex with him was horrid....but he thought I was amazing....lol

He wanted to get back together a few months later but I had moved in with Glen Wasserman, an old high school teacher and friend, who I knew was safe and would take care of me.

Glen is an entirely different story and one that will be told off an on in this blog.

The dream last night was of myself and Mike in the Fairways apartment complex.....which I dream of quite often .....and we were with a geeky music freak smoking some sort of weed, that I didn't want any part of. It was bulbus and you flesh colored long and on a stem, you picked a piece off and inhaled the end of the bulb.....weird stuff and extremely smoky. We listened to some 45's, Genesis, Supertramp and a few others I can't wuite remember.... and Mike was quite loveable, but I couldn't deal with it. All the smoke in the room was making me very high....so I walked outside and started going down the steps. It was a grey, cloudy day, and kind of cool....nice for Denver, which usually has a tremendously large amount of sunny days. I lost the connection to the dream at that poine feeling Mark ask the dogs if they wanted to go out, of which none of them moved, becasue I was still in bed.

I kept going in and out of lucid dreaming, thinking I was sleeping in the bed, or laying on the couch at the apartment with Mike. I thought I felt Mark get out of bed.....and when I woke up he was gone, I called out his name and he didn't answer......I said to the dogs - he took all the money out of the bank - and then he turned the corner inot the bedroom. Mark was just eating breakfast - his normal bowl of cereal and milk.

The medicine I am on is making for some freaky deams and bringing people back into my life that have been gone for more than 20 years.....am I supposed to look at these dreams and people and try and figure out the message or is just chemically induced.....I don't know. But the feelings I wake up with each morning are anything but normal.

I know I am empathically inclined, and I can read people very well.....just certain people have their shields up so high I can't get to them....but today feels like a very sensitive day.....