Dream 2/5/9

In some sort of well lit parking lot if at night. I am putting together a cardboard alter. 8 or so of them maybe seven. they are grey. With some friends. NExt day in an apartment with said alters sort of planning a show. Sort of a college collabrative feel. Now there are women with us. I decide to attempt / reherse part of the show. I lay upon an alter and meditate deep breathing and what not and then one of the girls is able to pick me up and toss me around as if I was as light as a rag doll.

Go into my bedroom. Think I see a mouse. I turns out to be a Chahuahua. He is a friends, but he is bitting me.

Jump to the night of the show/ritual. It is in a masonic temple. Most people are dressed in a greek orthodox black wool or so. There is a hardwood floor in the middle. Ther priest is dressed almost as an ancient high jewish priest. His vestiments are white wool, golden chest plate. He wears a red fez, but it is covered by a very large turbin. He is on stage preparing. People are slowly entering. Uncle Teddy and I am going to guess Rex sit next to me. Teddy has long hair and we are talking about it. He is wearing a shawl like FDR and leather gloves. The show begins. My grey alters are on stage there are people under them making them spin. There are a ton of children dancers. Dressed in all sorts of costume. Fawn, male ballerina, sort of a aura cloud group. Then these girls come out and are wearing see thru lace tops. They are very buxom for the age of 14. They are not shy. One is at least double D. The light show that had been going stops and this is more of a flashlight show. Sort of the dance of the 7 veils / first communion. I am wondering in the dream who did the costumes. I get credit for stage construction, but I feel that I had done more and was almost the director.
These types of dreams fasinate me. Its the whole regalness and ritual that I am interested in. Uncle Teddy is there being the grand potentate that he is. Is it masonic? re the rules of a ritual handed down thru dreams and people then are inspired to recreate them? Bringing forth from the collective unconsious the dreamer then brings these symbols back to the collective consiousness to show and share. These are the type of dreams I wish I could go lucid in and strech out the whole memory of the show. Is this what Shakespere did.