Dream of: 06 February 1987 (2) "Worm In The Apple"

I was sitting alone in a small hotel room located in either a train or bus station. I was traveling and was waiting for the train or bus to leave. Since I had been waiting quite a while for my ride, I finally became impatient, and walked outside to see what the delay was.

As soon as I stepped out, I became concerned about leaving my possessions in the room. I was carrying quite a few things with me as I traveled, and I had left them scattered all about the room. I was afraid someone might steal something. I was especially preoccupied about my black dream notebook, which I had left lying in the middle of the room's floor. I turned around and walked back into the room. I picked up my notebook from the floor and decided to stick it in the drawer of a writing table in the room.

When I opened the drawer, I immediately saw some money lying inside several bills in green United States currency. The bills were mostly ones, with perhaps a couple of fives mixed in. I now remembered that I had once before been in this room under similar conditions, and at that time I had left the money in the drawer. How fortunate that I had now returned and found it.

As I quickly gathered up the money, I also noticed some United States postage stamps in the drawer. There were a number of two cent stamps and several other sizes. I quickly scooped up the stamps; but after I had them, I was unsure where to put them.

I again decided to leave the room. First I shut and locked a back door to the room; then I walked out the front door. Once I was outside, a little old man stepped up and helped me lock the door.

I walked on to another room where other people were gathered, waiting for the ride. I knew I was in Columbus, Ohio and I was headed about 150 kilometers miles south of Columbus. Cincinnati had once been at the location where I was going, but Cincinnati had been moved farther west.

Another fellow and I began talking. When he informed me that he wanted to go to Turkey, I immediately told him he was going in the wrong direction, that he needed to head for New York. Although he seemed quite disoriented, I had the feeling he had traveled widely. Grateful for my advice, he left to seek a ride to New York.

A revelation suddenly occurred to me I wouldn't be leaving the city after all.


In the books of Carlos Castaneda, I had first encountered the character Don Juan. Castenada had described Don Juan as an old Indian sorcerer who lived in desolate areas of Mexico. Castenada had met Don Juan and had become his apprentice in the art of sorcery.

Now, I suddenly remembered that Don Juan was here in one of the rooms of the station. I now knew I wasn't going to leave the station alone, but that I was going to find Don Juan and be with him. I knew Don Juan would be preparing to go on a mystical journey, and I had decided I would accompany him. I had taken the mystical journeys before; but after realizing how dangerous the journeys were, I had abandoned Don Juan. Now I felt as if it were time to return. I only wondered whether Don Juan would accept me back.

I walked into the room where Don Juan was lying on a table, apparently sleeping. I stared at him in wonder. He didn't even look like a human. In fact his form was so bizarre as to defy description. Although he was about the size of an ordinary person, his body was green, with the color and skin texture of a large green pepper. More than anything, he looked like a large lizard.

I walked over to him and tried to wake him. Suddenly he appeared to come to life and seemed to uncoil in front of me. When he somehow managed to sit up on the table, I could discern the markings of a face through his green skin.

Sensing that he was in a jovial mood, I immediately put my arms around him. I was unafraid of him. I told him I had returned and was ready to go with him again.

When I began describing some of my feelings, Don Juan began exuberantly talking about God, acknowledging God's existence and our relationship with God. I hadn't heard him talk of such matters before. I was glad to hear such ideas. Any reservations I might have had about going with him disappeared.

In the room were also some other people who were going to accompany Don Juan. One was a woman (probably in her 20s). Another was an extremely attractive black-haired girl (probably just a teenager). The girl had never gone with Don Juan before. It seemed that before she could go this time, she was going to have to show her conviction in some way. For this reason, she stepped away from the others, into the middle of the room, and took off the white tee shirt she was wearing.

She continued to disrobe down to nothing. Although for some reason I didn't actually see her body, I had the sensation that she exuded a dazzling beauty. But her beauty although extremely intense wasn't of a sexual nature. Even though I felt some sexual attraction to the girl, my feelings were restrained by other sentiments. The sexual attraction although still present had become surpassed by a stronger feeling of beauty and purpose.

I noticed lying nearby an apple out of which several bites had been taken. A small worm crawled out of the apple.

A father and his teenage son were also in the room. They were also going on the journey. But in the eyes of the boy, the father had given in to his sexual thoughts when he (the father) had seen the girl. The boy told the father that when we left, the girl must remain nude, but she must not be bothered. The boy also said that the apple must go on the journey with us, just as it was, with the worm in it.

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