A Perfect Circle

It's 1am on wednesday, and I should be sleeping. Haven't been doing a very good job of keeping myself on first shift lately. I fall asleep at weird hours.



Okay. This was a weird dream I just woke up from. Some of the details are going to be missing, I can't help it.

For some reason, going out to dinner with parents and sister, which hasn't been done...well, since we were kids I think. I don't think I was exactly my current age. Probably a little younger. Still an "adult" though.

But instead of going with them, after we all go down to where Rob's old place was (I don't know why on that one either, but it isn't an uncommon "stage" for my dreams) Katie Kittell is there. I haven't seen her in years and years and years. She's pristine, perfect. Like an angel. Something divine. Definitely not human. And as I was writing that, some shit fell off of my shelf in my room for no apparent reason.

It's summertime, too. Dad's old red truck, the silverado s10. And mom has something too, I'm not sure which vehicle.

Instead of going with everyone, I go with Katie. We just go off on our own. I don't know how we leave exactly. And that leads to kissing and other stuff (I've had a lot of very sexual dreams lately) But it felt very innocent, very pure. And that's what she said to me after it was done. I didn't "finish." She said, "That was so pure." something like that. Well, we go back. Everyone is back from dinner, outside. When we pull in (and I don't recall driving, or her driving the truck, but we were in the back of it for some reason and it was moving) we turned to each other and I was going to hug her, but instead we kissed on the lips. Numerous times. It wasn't "girlfriend/boyfriend" kisses or "sexual" kisses. They represented something else. It was way more than "human" and that's the only way I can explain it.

We get out I think, or at least, part of the dream after all of this so far involves us outside of the vehicle) and she's wearing this tan camouflage "a perfect circle" t-shirt. I was very enthralled with this. It seemed fitting for some reason, and the more I think about it, the more sense it makes. She says something along the lines of this to me. She looked very good in it, it was a perfect fit. And the symbol was beautiful.

"Let me put it this way. You have about an eleven percent chance of getting out of Warren in your first life." Eleven is an interesting metaphorical number on its own. But all of this, the entire picture of this dream, coupled with her shirt. I just had to write this down. There was something very strange about this, it seemed more like a communication than a dream. Either a communication with my Holy Guardian Angel, or God, or an entity or my higher self. These are all terms in Qabalah denoting very similar, if not the same, things, but it did not seem as just a "normal" dream. Something was trying to be communicated to me or with me. There was an exchange going on, between "I" and something else. The prior dreams to this one, the sexual dreams from recent nights, have all been very base, very primal dreams.

As I've finished writing this, "Vertical Horizon - You're a God" started playing in my head. Haven't heard that in months.

For some reason, this dream made me feel like, what is going on in my life right now...is right. i don't know why. I haven't had dreams like this in a very, very long time. It's like I'm reuniting with a path that I fell off of. It's a very inexplicable feeling.