Dreaming With Medicine

I’m sick of following my dreams. I’m just going to ask them where they’re goin’, and hook up with them later. -Mitch Hedberg

This morning, before the sun, the medicine woke me up with a dream. It was so vivid and realistic. I quickly got up to think about it and opened the sliding door to talk with the medicine.

Good early morning Grandfather, Grandmother! Thank you for this living day. When you speak I try to listen, to hear your meaning of a song, the message in your flower, your colors in my dreams. Wake me to the reality of your goodness in this world, and the path my heart and mind will choose.

The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up. –Paul Valery

I regularly have dreams about medicine. Not too often, but regularly. There are a few that repeat. Like the one where I’m in a laundromat in Rio Grande City and I step outside for a smoke and I find medicine behind the building. Usually I can see the Greyhound terminal across the lot.

Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths. -Joseph Campbell

Another common repeat is where I’m driving somewhere, random places, but always far from the gardens where no medicine grows, and I find it growing when I pull over for a break.

God’s gifts put man’s best dreams to shame. -Elizabeth Barrett Browning

A few dreams were about something that came true. Once I dreamt that I was in my mom’s house. Or at least it was just like my childhood with the tv, the hand stitched doilies on the furniture, and family photos. But it wasn’t exactly my mom’s house. An elderly lady was serving me coffee but it wasn’t my mom. The lady and her husband chatted with me for a little while. But when I got up as they were showing me around, there was medicine in the backyard. It was on racks and all over. Sometime after this, in real life, I had the opportunity to meet one of the licensed peyote dealers who I hadn’t yet made acquaintance with, Mauro Morales.

The late Mauro Morales

Mauro was a pleasant man who easily could have been my uncle. When I first arrived he invited me into the house. I sat down in the living room and yes, the tv, the doilies, the family photos, the coffee… and of course! Medicine in racks out back. It was my dream!

I tell people I’m too stupid to know what’s impossible. I have ridiculously large dreams, and half the time they come true. -Debi Thomas

This morning’s dream was a weird one, or as my daughter used to call weirdos, a weirdrow. I was in a large conference center and was talking to people about peyote conservation. The usual. Somehow I ended up going downstairs, past the parking garage, down into the basement which had just a sprinkle of sunshine and mostly some orangey colored lights overhead to see where I was going. As I walked I noticed something growing out of the seam where the curb meets the walkway. Yes, it was medicine. In the dream I was amazed. What’s this doing here? It shouldn’t be in this basement. What the? Did I plant it? No, I’d never do that…

You can plant a dream. -Anne Campbell

As I looked around I found a few more peyotes that were like the first, also growing out of seams and cracks in the cement. They were starting to grow tall and too dark green like medicine does when it doesn’t get enough light. I thought, We need to get some more light on this situation. I started looking around really astonished, trying to figure out how all of this could even be possible.

Let your dreams outgrow the shoes of your expectations. –Ryunosuke Satoro

Just then I saw a man approaching the otherwise abandoned looking area. He definitely looked like a weirdrow. He was in messed up clothing and his hair was in disarray with a single long dreadlock hanging off one side. I could tell he was homeless, and while I felt the usual amount of compassion, I also questioned whether he was safe, or sane. But mostly I immediately thought– Oh! I need to hide this medicine from him. Who knows what he will do to it if he sees it?

But somehow he casually told me he already knew all about it. I use it for food. Somebody told me what it is but I just call it friend.

Talking about dreams is like talking about movies, since the cinema uses the language of dreams; years can pass in a second, and you can hop from one place to another. It’s a language made of image. And in the real cinema, every object and every light means something, as in a dream. -Federico Fellini

I was a little confused. He knows about it and uses it for food? It made me like him a little and it also made me feel like I didn’t have anything to fear from my disheveled looking new acquaintance. I began to silently wish him luck in this very strange subterranean existence, with the one friend, and the one food.

I dream of painting and then I paint my dream. -Vincent Van Gogh

And I thought- How could I have any opinion on whether this medicine needs to be here? That’s what I was wondering when the man told me he had to get to sleep because he had work early the next day. He opened a very small utility closet right next to the first medicine I had seen growing. The room was so tiny, with just enough space for brooms and tools, that he backed himself in sitting with knees upright and shut the door in front of him. I thought to myself, He sleeps like he’s sitting in a meeting.

A heart without dreams is like a bird without feathers. -Suzy Kassem

The next thing I knew there were other people there, sitting on the curb where the man and I had been talking. They all looked homeless too. They were sitting next to the medicine, which there was more of now, kind of admiring it, not messing with it in anyway. I remember wondering- Are they using it for food too? And I wondered how long it would last before they ran out.

Dreams are today’s answers to tomorrow’s questions. -Edgar Cayce

That’s when I suddenly woke up. I know it sounds like I wrote this as if I know what it means. But I only wrote it exactly as I remember it. I even used the voice recorder on my phone, outside with the medicine, to recount the dream out loud so I could remember later. I could try to interpret a meaning. But my mind just mostly plays with the question as to whether this is one of those dreams that will come true? And would I be ok with it if it did?

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. -Martin Luther King Jr

My brother sent a video today of a friend of the medicine singing a beautiful song. I think it’s appropriate to accompany this dream.

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