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Robber bees

A beehive hairdo

Last night I dreamed that the bees (which I've ordered from these nice folks, by the way, and which we'll be picking up in March or April, six pounds of workers bees and drone bees and two queen bees to be exact ...)

were flying away,

A beehive cake?

with my brand spanking new Langstroth hives

beehive houses in Harran, Turkey

in their clutches. (Oh. Pardon me. That's their pretarsus claws.)

And there was nothing I could do, but watch, as they carried the freshly painted brooders and the supers higher and higher on thousands of little wings, buzzing into the bright blue breeze of the cloudless sky, right over the tops of my cottonwood trees.

beehive_winehouse.jpg

Apparently I need to lay off of the honey. (Just bought a beautiful varietal at Whole Foods.)

Woo Hoo.  The 2008 Mann Lake Ltd. catalog has arrived!

And the new beekeeping catalog.

Comments

Well, you've got off lightly in dreamworld, really:) The bees stole their hives, whereas it could have been Odin and the Wild Hunt at their depradations again.

You don't eat a lot of cheese, do you? I just wondered whether cheese (rather than honey) causes these wild dreams. Anyway, thank you for sharing your dreams, I always look forward to your posts.

Hi Julian,

I've had vivid dreams since I was a little girl. And some close relatives who are vivid dreamers as well. My daughter seems to have inherited my tendency in this area.

I also have a tendency to dream about a specific place for years, and then eventually wind up there in my waking life. It's always quite subtle but at the same time quite surprising. Like, dreaming of a train station for 20 years and then walking through said train station one day and all of a sudden realizing that it's the place I'd been dreaming about all that time.

I have an aunt on my mother's side who does exactly the same thing. I don't think of myself as clairvoyant or anything like that. It's just that sometimes the places about which I dream, I actually find myself at some point in in my waking life. It's happened maybe 20 times over the course of my life.

We all dream, I'm convinced of it. Some people don't remember their dreams. I just tend to remember mine. Which means that I occasionally run into Odin and his ilk. ;-) But actually, Jung would just say that Odin and his ilk represent some part of my unconscious, which is what I believe. I'm still not quite certain what they represent, though.

(And yes, I do like cheese!)

Kimberly

You might want to checkk out Erika Wanemacher's art if you can find it. She is a Santa Fe artist and has made some huge metal bees.

http://www.erikawanenmacher.com/

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