i dreamed that i was in a forest, and there were bulldozers driving up a hillside, and they should be stopped. i was with a group of people (who were protesters?) at first everyone was scared of being squished by the bulldozers. i thought that we could all ride up the hillside ON the dozers like sandworms and then we would be able to go to were they were going to do their bulldozing. and then we were riding up on the bulldozers, as though they were sandworms.

there are bright orange rovers in the sky, great big round balls that could suffocate someone they landed on, and i shot them down in my imagination, but then i was surprised when they sort of just floated back down to the ground, deflated, there was no sound of them exploding, and i wondered whether i shot them down, and if i did what i had done it with.

there was a group of people that i was trying to protect (the protesters in the forest?), until i could find a safe place for them to empower them to become magic users. i was thinking that the present was too dangerous for them and that i could move them through time and space to a safer place.

i was trying to raise an island in the middle of a river, so we could live or stay on that island (like Avalon?)

we had an underground lair, and i was nervous about the signs that incicated that it was time to go to avoid the army that was coming that would wipe us out. the rest of the group didn't know who i was was but they were going to follow me because i said that i would keep them safe, give them what they wanted, my job to keep them safe.

i tell them, "we are going to move through time to where it is easier for me to materialise things for you, the resources that we need. i could do it here and now, it would be harder to justify or explain, and moving through time is easier" (?) or has less karma?

there are "signs" that there are somethings coming, perhaps i am feeling anxious and i interpret that as something coming, i want to get up into the sky to see what i can see further away, and i don't actually fly up into the sky and "see" what i would see, but i just know what i have to do, and i am not afraid. it is time to move them out. that is when i see see the orange rovers in the sky when i am on the slope that is the ground above the lair

we are all crammed into the "lounge" for a meeting and i watch everyone come in one after another like a herd of cows, they don't seem to sense the urgency that i feel. they talk amongst themselves and laugh and joke, and i wait till they are all inside before i begin to tell them what i want to do to avoid the crises, i wonder what to tell them, whether to tell them who or what i am, and that i want to empower them, and i don't know whether to start that now where we are where it is not safe or to take them somewhere else to empower them

i tell them a story about where i want to go into the future or the past, another time, away from the approaching army or crisis. they accept this as their fate, and get ready to leave, they are used to moving around. they trust me because they know that i can do things that they can't all the time i am thinking of the consequences

then we go through time to another time, and come to thr river where i want to raise the island and while i can imagine the island it does not appear. i wonder what to do do next then the island does not appear as though i know it is there but i just cannnot see it, and know that the group cannot see it either. i think about a boat, would it be easier to see a boat? and the dream stalls, i wake up

there are continuity errors in this dream as though i don't know where the trust comes from. i don't see things happen but then i just know

it is a technical puzzle, (amongst other things) to work out how to contine the plan of getting the group to the island and empowered and doing what i want to do, when i can't see the island but i know that it is there, how to act as if without the visual clues some part of me was expecting to see the landscape when i flew up into the sky, and then had to just believe that i had the knowledge that it was time to leave anyway