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Hmm, car ended up in the shop today. Wonder if the two car dreams were a little more literal than I was thinking. Very inconvenient, will have to catch a train to attend an conference in Sydney tomorrow. Will be up around 5am, so I doubt there will be a dream entry for Friday.
Hello, Beek.
I agree about the car dream, that one seemed more literal - especially in hindsight. ;)
I'm going on a tangent here, but this is what it feels like to me:Quote:
“RP’s Babies”
I seem to be sharing a house with Roseanne P. She is very pregnant but she also already has at least two other children. I am with one of those, a particularly unappealing little baby with a wrinkly face and a tendency to biting. I scold her and make her behave herself. That said, I’ve been mindlessly aggressive towards Roseanne, blocking the door as she was coming through and thumping her belly. I can’t understand why I would have done such a thing, especially to an expectant mother, and Roseanne is complaining vociferously. I realise that that endangered her baby and now I put a hand on her tummy to feel that everything is all right.
Roseanne is folding a cotton kiddy sheet, one I used to have for my kids, a hand-me-down that comes with a set of associations. She is showing her a stain on it from where a visiting child threw up on it. I think it wrong that she’s teaching such young children to talk behind people’s backs. This reminds me of how vain and superficial she is and I look again at the baby’s face, surprised to see that she’s not at all attractive, despite her parents’ good looks. I wonder how that genetic mix came about;
Note: IRL, Roseanne was, for me at least, an unusually vain person (as was the person who handed down the baby sheet). Blond and blue eyed, she used to boast that she had chosen her husband for his superior good looks and intelligence and that she felt intelligent, beautiful people had a duty to have more children. She ended up having 5 or 6. She was one of those people who always gave me the impression that her friendship was based on her ideas of your social acceptability and not much else. I always took her lightly because she was considerably younger than me.
You seem to be teaching yourself how to understand people from the elemental perspective at night. Here again the key is a 3 - two children born and one one the way. First Helen L and now Roseanne P serve a templates for different energy body configurations.
The information that she is highly pregnant might mean that her mental elemental is still developing, not fully formed, which would make her a rather young soul. The ugly baby you hold could be her astral elemental, where she is predominantly focussed. As she is vain her outer beauty is certainly not matched by inner beauty, and her elemental represents this as being ugly, and not getting what it needs (heart-to-heart connection, which she prevents by her vain choices in whom to associate with). The elemental is reactive (it tends to bite) due to unprocessed emotions.
This might actually also explain your reaction to her - what you think as endangering the baby. When being around people with lots of unprocessed material in their astral elemental this tends to trigger reactivity in yourself. It's like reverberating with a bad vibe, like there's some people that you cannot even stand yourself when being around them. Being within the field of such a person can trigger negative reactions and responses that have much more to do with what they are than with what you are (though not entirely, else you would be completely unaffected - but who is that enlightened?). This source of the outburst of negativity is also pointed at - the puke of one of her children, meaning the outpouring of negativity from one of her elementals (puke = unpleasant = unpleasantness). Such reactivity can override our usual, better selves. What you're lashing out against is her personality (mental elemental), here present as the unborn.
So, here you have already two case studies of configurations in the lower three bodies - Helen L represents a personality where mental elemental tendencies get out bounds and you get shown what the consequences are - not being able to mentally relax and enjoy life. And here you see what a person would look like with an underdeveloped (baby) astral elemental with unprocessed energy. It's kind of like exploring the symptoms to get more knowledge about the causes.
Cheers,
Oliver
I did see the ugly baby as the ugly product of vanity and quite possibly an elemental. I haven't seen Roseanne for years and, really, she's not a very important person in the grand scheme. I did see her as a young soul but likeable enough, most the time. The baby that spewed was actually the other person I associate with vanity, Cynthia's, kid. Roseanne reacted to that in the dream, though she never knew Cynthia IRL.
I think I've dreamt about both people recently because they represent qualities I try to moderate in myself. I probably did repress a bit of annoyance towards Roseanne. It probably wouldn't have done her much harm if I'd occasionally expressed at least surprise at some of the things she used to say!:lol:
6th August, 2011.
Saturday
“Hole in the sand”
This dream has a bit of an Australiana feel. I’m inside a room – a shop I think – where the floor is uneven and covered by sand. The building is a wooden shack. The owner is concerned about a rumble in the ground and we (there’s at least 1 other person there, possibly G) are speculating on what has been causing the noise. The owner believes there’s a kangaroo that has burrowed underground. This, of course, makes no sense as kangaroos don’t burrow and I decide the proprietor means a wombat.* We’re looking around when suddenly my foot slips through the sand into a hole. The sensation is dramatic and alarming. Even though the others react with pleased excitement, I don’t know what else is down there in that hole. I calm myself and begin to move my foot to see how big a space it is and if I can dislodge it. I decide that I will be able to remove my foot.
*Maybe I should do reality checks IRL whenever I mentally allow for such errors in other people's conversation.
“The Talented Child”
I have a son who is a mixture of Harry Potter and Michael Jackson. He looks like Harry Potter but he moves like Michael Jackson. I also have a daughter who tries to imitate her brother’s dance moves but can’t pull it off.
“Perfect Hanumanasana”
I’m doing the splits in a classroom, wondering why there’s absolutely no sense of muscle strain and why both sides feel equally easy. Helen K asks me how I do it so easy and I tell her that it’s unusually easy today. I bring my chest to my thigh to try to increase the challenge but there’s no difference.
“Peter”
I’m speaking to Peter C, who recently retired IRL. I’m asking him if he’s enjoying his freedom and he confirms that this is indeed so but then he admits that he finds being so much with his wife stressful at times.
“Hobbit people”
I appear to be a very small person, like a hobbit. I’m interacting with a married couple who are also small people. The woman is wildly in love with her husband. That’s all I remember, except looking down and seeing that I’m naked and lacking pubic hair.
“Hermione and Harry in the Rapids”
I’m a child- probably a young Hermione Granger - in a swirling river. An equally young version of Harry Potter is with me. Someone has destroyed a ship that was in the river and now pieces of debris flow rapidly and dangerously towards us. We use magic to deflect it but every so often we’re hit by something, for instance, a bowling pin. It’s a very vivid dream with tremendous sense of movement and powerful visuals.
I didn't realize Hanuman had his own asana. I had to look that one up, and all I can say is "ouch!"
Nah, it's great fun!:lol:
Hey, I'm reading this right now http://www.kurtleland.com/astral-pro...e-astral-plane It explains Kurt's concept of the elementals. Thought you might be interested.
7th August, 2011.
Sunday
I’m driving way too fast. I’m convinced I’m going in the opposite direction to home but G has told me this is the right direction and to keep going. I change lanes without looking and think to myself how dangerous this is. Suddenly a window that divides the front from the back slides down. J’s there and she begins talking excitedly. She tells me to stop the car and jumps in the passenger seat. I tell her I’m unsure about direction but she seems to be confident that we’re heading the right way.
8th August, 2011.
Monday.
“Unprepared”
The first dream I recall for the night is an anxiety dream. I’m due to do my HSC English exam (the major high school exam in New South Wales) and I haven’t even read the texts. I’m wondering how I can pull myself out of this one but can't devise a plan.
Note: I suspect this is because I haven’t seen my senior class for the last two lessons, having been out on an excursion and an in-service on respective occasions. Their own HSC is nearing rapidly, there’s still a tremendous amount to be done and I don’t have a lot of faith that the majority would have used the lessons fruitfully and done the work I left them. At the same time, I’m also aware that I cycle monthly through a hormonal pattern and this is the time at which anxiety dreams usually arise. A headache plagued me all day yesterday.
“Seniors become Juniors” (Lucid)
I’m back at school now but as a teacher. I’m in front of my senior class, about to teach them when I notice that they’ve changed. They’re now juniors and none of them recognisable. I know I’m dreaming and I stand there for a moment wondering what I’ll do now but I immediately sense that there will be no stability and it fades and I wake.
"Blanket for Church"
I’m back at school and still a teacher, walking across an open space towards the church I attended when I was in primary school. I realise I’m wearing pyjamas and carrying a sheet and a blanket. This won’t do, I’ll need to leave these back in the staffroom so I’m about turn back the other way. Heading towards me, however, is a friendly Maori; a maintenance guy I don’t remember seeing before who chats to me for a while before the dream alters.
Now I’m walking beside junior students, a grey railing to my left, heading towards my staffroom from my old school. I’m moving strangely, as if on a conveyor belt, even though it’s still of my own volition. I’m singing “Devil inside” and I seem to know the lyrics, though I doubt I know them in waking life. My voice sounds really clear and melodious.
OBE
I wake after this dream and lie there waiting for sleep to return. I think I’ll try a conscious AP exit because I’ve been meaning to try that again. So, I lie still. While my preference is my right side, my right arm is still surprisingly bruised and sore from last week’s foray to hospital where the male nurse had a challenging time taking blood. I tend to believe I don’t dream on the left side (though I probably do given that I occasionally see hypnogogics lying that way) so I lie on my back. To keep my mind awake, I make the occasional affirmation and mentally twitch an etheric finger. I ask for help if I need it. This works after a remarkably short period and I begin to exit without vibrations or need of an exit method. I don’t go anywhere though, which is fine with me: I just wanted to make sure I could still do it. I do love those crazy OBE sensations!
“Social gathering and premature pets”
The next dreams are kind of icky. A man brings a kitten into a social gathering. I look at it and deem it much too small to have been taken from its mother. I hold it in my right hand and it latches onto my finger (a powerfully tactile sensation). I’m worried for it but also a little repulsed by it. It appears others have brought in similarly small creatures and, when we put them in a little grouping, they begin to latch onto one another.
I converse with a tall, thin man of fifty-ish with poor teeth. He compliments a girl, whom I only see from behind, for looking like me, her mother. I know she’s not my daughter and wonder briefly if it’s my sister, J.
“Dog and rabbit latch on”
I’m sitting on a nature strip with Lourdes (whom I had lunch with yesterday). We’re talking and I’m leaning on my hand, which is behind me. This is my left hand. A small dog bolts out of the door of the house we’re in front of. It latches on to my left hand with the same sort of suction effect of the cat from the previous dream. This feels repulsive and I look at what’s going on. There’s also a small rabbit latched onto my hand. The dog is moving in a way that appears obscene so I rise and take hold of a hose and wash the animals off my hand. The house owner has watched me through the window and looks threatening but I’m defiant.
9th August, 2011.
Tuesday
“Unfocussed teacher”
I have two new students arrive for a yoga class at home, a married couple. IRL, I did have two new students, friends of existing students, but these dream students are in addition and it feels like I have to put on another class for them on the following day. In this dream, I have no commitment; I feel I want to do other things and so I start the lesson and wander away. I occasionally return to it with a mild sense of responsibility but, ultimately, I don’t give a proper lesson. On one occasion, I’m not even fully dressed.
In between, I wander upstairs in a large mansion. The floor has an airy, spacious feel and white curtains billow at the windows. The walls are white too. I’m watching a woman on the same level, across the void. She’s talking, trying to explain to someone (as if for a documentary but there aren’t any cameras or interviewers) something that happened when her kitchen was redesigned. She’s explaining that it was a rounded design and, because she wasn’t used to it, fraught with some dangers.
Thought
Was thinking about the sensations associated with that brief OBE yesterday and it struck me my emerging energy body felt much like a physical body would feel being born. Imagine the way live young are delivered wet and slippery and their limbs flop about with the momentum of expulsion and you’ve understood the “physical” sensation of the brief, clumsy OBE - except it was energetic.
Thanks for that link! I think that might have been just what I needed on a number of levels (no pun intended)
I couldn't find the next part of the article though. I really wanted to see where it was going...
You'll have to wait for the September newsletter, Kali's Child.:-)
:angry:
:D
10th August, 2011.
Wednesday
“The Disc cards”
A teacher, a woman older than me, is projecting a large display across a long wall. There’s an older male student beside me. The images are divided off into rectangles and appear to be cards like the tarot, although I don’t really recognise them as tarot. They’re in colour and a little too large for their frames or I’m too close to them so I find it hard to see each individual image as completely as I’d like. The man beside me asks questions but it seems to me that he’s a bit lost and the teacher is having to be patient with him. The cards have discs on them that the man interprets as chocolate. He asks about them and the teacher says something about their indicating sacraments. The man thinks he understands and calls them “chocaments.” I wonder if they are the suit of discs/pentacles from the tarot.
“Making Up Songs”
I’m making up songs that flow really well and have great original tunes and lyrics (though I can’t remember them when I’m awake). I sing a song in rock fashion while I’m washing clothes in a large upright washing machine. I find when I lift the lid that there are washed cleaning rags in it that had been forgotten, so I take those out first to hang on the line.
Now I’m walking out in a field where there are other people. A small lamb walks on my left and another approaches on my right, so that both now walk beside me as I sing the song from before but this time slow the tune and soften my voice so that it becomes sweet and melodious. Another person seems to be drawn to this and approaches as the dream concludes.
mmmmmmm....chocaments!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3zZwabTD58
:clap: Immaculate confection indeed!
Every so few months I have a bad couple of nights linked to hormones. I toss and turn and feel uncomfortable and I'm prone to ruminating. I know on these nights I'll sleep little and though I'll dream I'll struggle to recall.
Last night was such a night. What I do recall, because it was so vivid, was sharing my bed with an elephant. I kid you not. It felt for all the world like I lay in bed for a considerable time with an arm thrown over an elephant reclining by my side. At some point it decided to get my attention by chewing on my hand and I responded with irritation and woke up.
13th August, 2011.
Saturday
“Alien threat”
I’m in a building, somewhere isolated like the Antarctic or a jungle. There are people there who have been mind-controlled by an alien force. I’m supposed to be there for that but somehow the conditioning hasn’t worked and I’m faking it until I can escape.
Now I’m elsewhere and on the run, hiding in the dark of night. I appear to be back in the house where I was raised at some point. There’s a time where I’m under a bush and another where I leap over the fence much too easily (though it is something we did as kids and I’m confident I could still do today). There’s a period of hiding under a bush and another of progressing through the house. I’m concealed in an old wardrobe when a former student, Ashleigh S, begins to talk to me. She’s hidden too.
Notes:
There’s no real fear in this dream rather it’s a dream about the challenge of outwitting a powerful enemy. IRL, there’s nothing to occasion such a theme, not a person at least, so I suspect the alien force represents something physical and/or psycho-spiritual. It could reference the issue of recent hormonally related irritability, which felt alien and in control. I don’t feel I responded to the challenge as well IRL as I apparently do in the dream.
It was a fragmented dream and I know I’ve forgotten pieces.
“Finding shoes and the Carpenter”
This next dream is just remembered fragments. I was planning to attempt another OBE, but the nature of the first dream made me feel it wouldn’t be an ideal night, so I left it. I’m in a house that I suppose is my own. I open a high cupboard and feel around with my hands and discover shoes that I didn’t know were there – several odds and pairs of shoes that I currently wear and maybe some I haven’t warn for awhile.
Shoes used to appear all the time in my dreams and I started using them as a reality check but never successfully. I’m surprised to see their return, especially when I wasn’t focussed on lucidity yesterday, suspecting that I’d sleep very heavily because of all the yoga teaching I’ve been doing lately. So, I guess I must see them as a symbol of journey, direction and groundedness.
The next bit I remember is looking out the window and seeing a carpenter - a familiar identity with an intelligent spark in his eyes, the bus driver guide I’ve referenced before. He seems to be extending the wooden deck on the house. The next bit is confusing: he shows me a barrel of water but I seem to be able to see inside it, despite it being made of wood. There’s something about an optical illusion created by the water. I understand what the workman is trying to show me but G is unable to see it.
14th August, 2011.
Sunday.
Strange last night: my dreams made a really faint impression and were quite hard to recover.
“Outdoor dunny”
I’m using an outdoor toilet. There’s no privacy as the walls are transparent but I cant’ worry about that, I need to go. When I wee, it seems to happen through a filter of some sort which makes it run everywhere.
“Reward for the Helper”
I’m in the foyer of a theatre where a play will be performed. I feel that somehow I’m on staff, helping but I’m not sure how as I don’t seem to sell tickets or usher people.
Then I go somewhere else, a school, where there is also a school performance. I have to walk through a narrow section and there is a stream of people, mostly women, going both ways. I feel like people give me right of way, I’m not sure why.
Small omission here.
The first bit of the dream repeats, with me back at the initial theatre and walking back to the school. I meet Neil, Oliver and Mishell briefly and there’s a feeling of collegiality. They may be staying in Australia for a time.
I’m somewhere else now. Helpers are supposed to be given a meal. The expectation is that I’ll be given a meal but I’m still not sure what function I’ve performed.
I see a dwarfish woman trying to wash her hands but unable to reach the tap. I approach her and extend the spout on the tap so she’s able to wash her hands.
I stand at a serving window then step out of the line, unsure if I’m entitled. Someone encourages me so I step back on the line. I think I’ll be given a burger but there is also, apparently, dessert.
Fragment: “Eddy.”
Something about Eddy, an older German guy I used to talk to on my dog walk when I lived on the other side of K. I’m hosing outside his house for him and he's on the front porch (I don’t know his house IRL).
15th August, 2011.
Monday.
“Dying Koala”
I’m out the front at the top of the stairs at Seven Hills when I glance down and notice H on the ground with something living. I ask what it is and he reveals a koala that is sick or wounded and dragging itself along the ground. I run down the stairs and it drags itself towards me.
I’m inside now, ringing a veterinarian. I get a receptionist who tells me the vet is in Africa (this is a reference to something I saw in passing on TV about a celebrity Australian vet). I’m thinking that I’ll need to ring another vet or perhaps there are things I can do for the animal myself – perhaps it needs water.
The rest are fragments.
“Two Bags”
We park in an asphalt car park and evening is descending. I get out with my family and then believe I’ve left my bag in the car, so I return for it. Now I’m carrying two bags.
“Kitchen Workers”
With a group. We seem to be involved in some kind of job, perhaps in an industrial kitchen. Amanda F is part of the crew. I see her once, speaking gently with a man who may have hurt himself, tending his needs. A second time she seems with someone else, similarly nurturing. I wonder if she’ll strike up a relationship.
There’s a very manly worker in the kitchen. His hair is very short and he’s not particularly handsome but he’s intelligent and self-possessed and I’m very attracted to him.
17th August, 2011.
Wednesday
“Visiting Lourdes”
I’m going to see Lourdes, driving my car south towards B (not where she lives IRL). My vision is obscured by a caravan in front of me, and a feeling of sitting too low in the driver’s seat. So, I catch glimpses of the terrain and need to continually adapt to curves in the road. I’m mentally calculating how long it will take to get to her house, and realising I’ll be late for work after I meet her. G is beside me in the car and he apparently knows the way so I rely on his knowledge rather than the map.
We get there and it appears that Lourdes’ address is offices. A woman approaches and tells us we’ve missed Lourdes, she’s gone to work. I recognise her as an actress/ director from RL who is L’s friend.
Somehow I’ve caught up with Lourdes now. We’re on a street in B still, walking past homes. There’s an elderly sort of woman in her front large, bountiful front garden. She looks my way and I feel a connection – an understanding she’s a wise woman. A snake passes and she pursues it to the next yard, hitting it with a spade. It’s not dead and turns to pursue her with supernatural speed but her large, shaggy dog attacks it.
I had had sympathy for the snake before but now I fear for the dog. The dog dispatches the snake and there’s a general sense that the scene has been remarkable.
Notes: I wonder why God didn't give Adam and Eve a big shaggy dog?
“Adam”
Here’s an example of someone popping up in your dreams after a fleeting thought. Adam was my brother’s friend who asked me out when I was about 15. At the time, I had a crush on him, as did my younger sister and possibly my brother, probably because he was funny and charismatic. As it turned out, he was also a relatively decadent young man, so that was never going to work. In this dream he comes seeking me at my home, wanting to come in and seduce. I tell him I’m married but I do feel some attraction.
“J’s Ghost”
J has been complaining of being accosted by a ghost. I give advice or do something that seems to banish it but then it reasserts itself. I feel pressure on the side of my head and breast and I know that I’ll have to do more to battle this ghost.
Notes:My younger sister has some sorrow in her life ATM about a choice she made that she can't reverse. I woke up worried about her. I really felt the "ghost" in the dream. I'm wondering if I was lying on my right side, feeling the pressure of the mattress.
These dreams are out of order; the ghost dream was early in the night.
Hello, Beek.
I wonder if G is rather a guide in driving dreams. In my driving dreams when I have a passenger next to me, it's usually one of the females close to me in my waking life, but in hindsight it often makes more sense that it was a guide "on board" with me. (Even Charles commented on that before.) Note how G knows the way and helps you navigate here.
There are other clues that this was probably an adventure in consciousness, though the scene you observed is not fully understood and I don't know what state of consciousness it could have been.
Cheers,
Oliver
18th August, 2011.
Thursday.
I’m invited into a home and I gradually realise it’s the first house that I built with G but it’s been substantially altered. The people who own it are a young couple but I only seem to meet the man, who is thin, dark haired and unshaven. I do interact with others in the dream but I don’t much remember those interactions rather I recall the place. I seem to begin in the kitchen. This part actually references the house we lived in next - before this one. The kitchen there was a galley kitchen and though it had great views, it was fairly dated by the time we left that house and there were limitations on what could be done to renovate it because it was limited by space. In the dream, the people have simply extended it but the carpentry is amateurish and the materials cheap. It looks terrible.
I see out the front. G and I built terraces and planted lush gardens at our first house. Here, though, the sloping block is levelled and the gardens have been replaced by a border garden by the driveway. G is with me now and we share a moment of criticism, realising when the border garden grows it will create problems for cars using the driveway.
I’m looking out the back now. The land is much more extensive than it was IRL and I teeter on the brink of lucidity trying to figure how this is so. The man tells me that they built a whole other storey on top of the house and I figure it’s the acquired height that gives more view and creates an impression of more space out back.
I’m back inside now and a hairdresser has arrived. I’m pleased about this (IRL have been wanting to get to a hairdresser) until the hairdresser begins to use the same comb on my hair and that of an older woman with short grey hair. I feel this isn’t good hygiene.
19th August, 2011.
Friday.
“Boys’ Journey.”
I’m a boy, with two other boys and we need to get from one town to another. I’m not sure upon awakening what the purpose of the journey is other than to fulfil some type of task. The dream involves solving problems of transport. I think we use bikes, but maybe not, and there’s definitely a period where we discuss catching a train.
“Marking”
This is perhaps the end of a longer dream. I have to mark final public exam papers – The Higher School Certificate. This is something I’ve done IRL but instead of being at a marking centre, I’m at “home” a confined, semi-dark space. I read the paper and it’s a case of hearing the words in my head and seeing words but the process being more of a simulation of reading than the real thing where the two are connected. I forget now what it was about, though it makes sense in the dream. Even so, I’m vaguely aware that what I read bears no connection to anything I’ve taught. I decide to give the paper a provisional 11/20, not really sure of the standard yet and not having a marking criteria to guide me. It seems quite short. I notice the name is Nathan B, a former excellent student, but I don’t twig that this student is no longer current or that he’d normally attain a much higher mark. What unsettles me is the fact that his name is on the paper when it should be a number for the sake of anonymity and that I’m marking someone from my own school, when this shouldn’t occur. When I have that thought, a number appears in the left hand corner and the name alters.
Now my attention is drawn to F (my eldest son). He has headphones on and music is blasting from them. The music is so loud it almost hurts and it wakes me. Momentarily I can still hear it, even after I’ve woken.
20th August, 2011.
Saturday.
“Weird Science.”
This was early in the night. It’s like a movie or instructional video, trying to convey some kind of concept about time travel (?). There’s a paper cube but some of the corners have a slit along them. The point is made that paper is the important material in this instance and I find that surprising. I have no understanding of what the demonstration means, I’m just following the instructions in making the paper cube.
Then there’s footage of a man who’s planning to travel inter-dimensionally (I think) and he’s about to undergo some procedure with his wife and son that will combine the three of them into one being. He explains he can’t risk being separated from them permanently but this way they can travel together.
“Backyard.”
I’m in a very large backyard with G. It’s supposed to be a quarter acre/ 1000 sq metres block but it’s clearly more, probably twice as much. We’re examining it, planning to landscape it. As we walk along one fence line I notice dead grass growing through from the neighbour’s side. There’s a horizontal sleeper at the bottom of the fence acting as a retaining wall here and the dead grass is a metre above our landline, suggesting the level of the adjoining block is higher than ours.
We continue to the back corner where we discover a group of tube pots in which I’ve apparently struck up some cuttings. The pots are in a ridiculous amount of shade from an overhanging hedge. I pull them out one at a time, expecting to find mouldy soil with dead sticks inserted. I do in some instances but I also find small camellia plants that have taken root. I think these will be useful when we begin landscaping.
I see along the fence perimeter where G has poisoned the grass so we can create curving garden beds. I’d imagined they’d be slightly larger, given the proportions of the land. There’s a huge storage shed that we enter now. H is in there throwing a basketball with some friends. I tell them to play outside where they won’t break stuff.
21st August, 2011.
Sunday
“Crystalised’
I’m plummeting down a straight road, totally in control of my car, totally confident about where I’m headed. I know at the end of the trip I will become crystalised, and I welcome this.
This dream happened early in the night. Unusually, I cannot remember subsequent dreams or even the feeling of having had any.
Yesterday, I was thinking once again that I really needed to post my niece’s birthday card and money. Her birthday had been earlier in the week and though we had bought cards in advance for the birthdays in July and August , I hadn’t yet posted it. Within a couple of minutes of the thought, G, who was out at the shops, rang and asked if he needed to pick up a card for A.
I thought I had posted my thoughts on the previous night's dream- the idea of a hypercube came to mind. Anyway, it was one of those blurts that didn't happen. :wave:
That doesn't really mean anything to me, CF. I figure it's most likely mind rubbish. If it's anything more profound, they've gotten the wrong girl.:D
22nd August, 2011.
Monday.
“More Colour”
Fragment: I suppose the setting is a department store though the view is very narrow, as if the dream can’t be bothered creating the entire scene. I tell Erin D that I’m determined to get myself something nice to wear before this winter is over. She takes a black and white jumper with irregular rectangle blocks knitted into it off a hanger and says, “What about this one?” It’s apparently something I’ve tried on already but I tell her that even though the wool is nice and soft I want something with more colour.
Note: Erin is a young teacher at work; very idealistic and works extremely hard. She told me once how she was bullied out of school, found herself at a senior college where the kids didn’t care much but where she worked so hard that she scored so highly on the public examinations that she surprised everybody. She’s another teacher that suffers stress-related illnesses, despite her youth.
I’m teaching my seniors when one ask me something that I don’t hear properly. I agree to the request, which turns out to be for a study session at my home. When the boys arrive (and it only seems to be two of the more studious ones – Andrew and John) my own sons come out to join the session. H, my youngest, appears to be carrying one of those packaged face cloths that are compressed into a tiny cube before you wet them. The room is dark and he creates three little spots of light on the table, which I think are supposed to represent planets. He talks about these but I cannot recall what he says. F, my eldest, is apparently doing some of the same work as the boys. The setting seems to be the dining room of the house where I was raised.
I have to teach them two poems that I’ve never seen before myself. I choose one because it’s really brief. We read the poem but I have no recollection of its content. I don’t see much that I wish to discuss about it.
23rd August, 2011.
Tuesday
“In the Ocean”
I’m in the ocean with a group of friends, enjoying the movement of floating. Carmen is there and still pregnant, so I feel particularly protective of her. Something happens to cause the rock walls of a public ocean swimming pool crumble and there’s a mad dash as people try to get out to the beach. G comments that this is because there were too many users and the authorities took no care.
“Spiritual Development”
I’m paired up with a woman and there’s a supervisor as well, probably a male. We’re in a public hall or community centre and we’re working at spiritual development. We begin by discussing our individual experiences. She has told me hers and now I’m to tell her mine. It was still fairly early in the night and I can’t recall what either of us related.
“Migraine cure”
Something mostly forgotten with a group of people. I develop a migraine (no sense of pain in the dream) that nobody cares about so I seek my car keys and decide to pursue my own cure. I appear to do this and return to the group where a woman tells me that if I was able to self-cure it must have been psychosomatic. I let her believe what she wants.
“Bathing with G”
I’m in a bath with G, just having a nice time relaxing and chatting. (We do that sometimes. :-))
24th August, 2011.
Wednesday
“Hairy Train Adventure”
I’m on a train platform with G, apparently in the big city somewhere. He’s telling me which train to get on and I’m a bit impatient to have him go – I know how to catch a train. We look at the information and I read, “Next rain follows shortly.” I begin to knit while I wait, which is very like me IRL as I tend to fill up such moments with activity. The train pulls in very soon and I begin to shove the knitting into a plastic bag, the needles getting caught in the plastic and causing me to panic a little that I’ll miss the train. I realise that there are more than two needles when I’m putting it all away, although I was only using two.
I’m about to embark on the end carriage of the train but the gap between it and the platform is unusually wide and I’m anxious about clearing it. I take a bit of a run and a leap and someone on the train sticks out a helping hand, which I grab. I don’t look to see the person’s face or even to thank him.
I go stand near the other door. Beside me is an endomorphic male, dressed in black with dyed black hair, in his late twenties or early thirties. He is striking up a conversation with a young woman beside him to whom he appears attracted.
The train arrives at the very next station. I’m looking through the window of the door, trying to read the name of the station but it doesn’t appear anywhere. I decide, nonetheless, that I must get off but when the doors open I see that the gap between the train and the platform is much too wide. I notice someone has gotten down on the tracks and decide I’m going to have to do the same.
Now I’m on the tracks with the intention of climbing up on the platform but a train is rushing towards me so I better be quick. The problem is that a tram is rushing towards me also, sandwiching me between it and the train. I know it’s not logical but I’m too concerned with self-preservation to question it. I make myself very narrow as I feel the force of both vehicles on either side. When it’s over, I'm ready to climb up on the platform but it happens again and this time I feel I have an even narrower safety margin.
“Erin copies a lesson plan.”
I’m watching Erin D and another young woman copying an old lesson I apparently wrote many years ago. It’s on A3 paper and somewhat faded. Erin is enthusiastic about it, claiming it’s much superior to something else she was using and elaborating on why that is so. The lesson references a very old movie “Metropolis” (I have no idea why that would be so) and I tell her she can find it on You Tube (also not something I’d know). I notice when Erin copies numbered material, she puts the numbers at the other end of the line to the original.
“Cleaning up after others”
There’s some kind of gathering at my home. I walk out to the three-way bathroom to wash my hands, noticing a blond headed boy who is old enough to know better is using the toilet with the door open. I don’t comment, trying to lessen his possible embarrassment. When he leaves, I notice he hasn’t flushed, so I do that.
As I walk around the corner (this house bears no resemblance to my actual home) I notice something wrapped in toilet paper on the floor. It turns out it’s a discarded tampon and picking it up appals me. I toss it into a lined bin in the toilet room and wonder why it was so hard for the owner of the item to have done so herself. I wash my hands.
“Cancan girls.”
I’m not sure if this is all part of the same dream or not. It appears to occur in the same has. A substantial troop of cancan dancers is performing. Each seems to be wearing a pair of black socks and part of the routine is to kick a sock off, supposedly to be caught by one’s opposite partner, only, there are socks flying but no one catching and I’m slightly puzzled by the point of it all. One dancer is able to salute with her foot and I’m impressed by her balance and flexibility.
25th August, 2011.
Thursday
Things were more normal last night with the earlier dream being less distinct that the latter dreams. A mistrust of authority theme recurs.
"Failing his men"
I’m with some people on some kind of small elevation like a hill or platform and there’s a tent set up in front of me. I’m hearing talk of some rank of military commander who has made a bad call or failed to listen to his superior and sacrificed his troops.
"Dogs"
I’m out walking when I see a blond woman who often turns up in my dreams, perhaps I’ll dub her “Generic Blond.” She’s around my age, straight bobbed hair, broad cheekbones and hips with a sense of “mum” about her. She’s walking two very little dogs when one gets away and heads to the street. I scoop it up before it goes on the road (which isn’t at all busy) and pass it back to her. She is grateful and head on her way.
Now other dogs appear out of nowhere and converge towards me. I like dogs, so I give them all a pat and enjoy myself. They’re all little dogs except for the last, which is a bearded breed I recognise but don’t the name of.
"Peac o c k Pose"
I’m teaching yoga to a class and a sequence that I’ve learnt from another teacher and am trying to remember. Part way through it I miss a step but my students don’t. At this point in the dream I’m located among the students rather than at the front of the room. The missing posture is Pea#### (Mayurasana) a pose I don’t practice or teach and one I haven’t practiced a lot or mastered well. In the dream it is predictably very easy and I strive for excellence but lifting myself up strong on my arms.
I’m recording like this because this is how I recall it, even though logically you’d think it would fit into the paragraph above. I consult Linda on the correct sequence for the vinyasa I was trying to teach in the dream above.
"Sofie washing"
I’m with Sofie (colleague who recently co-ordinated English at work). Again, I feel I’m taking advice. I notice she’s washing clothes in a round white plastic tub and when I look in, I recognize my clothes. I pick up a pink knitted top that I usually save for good, squeeze it a bit, recognize it as mine and drop it back in without asking her why she’s hand washing my clothes.
"Baptism"
I’m awake and it’s morning and I think I have to teach a yoga class so I seem to be preparing for this but instead G and I end up in a church. It’s very crowded and I can see numerous young families in the pews with babies dressed for baptism. I groan and ask G if we really want to stay because the service will drag on forever with all those baptisms.
There's a simultaneous dream me out on a street, near a corner shop talking to friends.
The priest baptises a baby boy. I don’t like or trust this priest at all: he’s much too rough. Where are the child’s parents and godparents? It’s a very small baby and when the priest has wet him, he places a baby blanket on the floor and lays him in it face down and rolls him in it so you can no longer see the baby’s face at all. His wails emanate from his cocoon.
Now our section of the congregation is seated around a TV, watching something captivating. There’s a moment where I feel released from whatever it was we were watching but everyone else is still mesmerised and reacting to the programme. Somehow the TV is now much, much smaller and facing away so I can only see the screen side on. I think someone must have asked G to turn it so they could better see it. I think that it’s a very small screen for such a large crowd to watch.
The overlap dream has G and I sitting at a table across from a guy who has just answered G’s question about being gay. The guy seems to be someone I’ve met IRL, but I can’t identify him. On his admission, I notice he shoots me a look that I interpret as a glance to see if I express any judgement. I’ve see this look IRL from men unsure of if they should have said something in front of you and especially now that I’m older - I guess they make assumptions about how I'll judge them. I mention that I saw that glance and tell him not to worry I have no issue with homosexuality. He denies having given the look.
G begins to boast about how quickly I succumbed to his charms when we first became a couple and I’m unimpressed by his smugness and exaggeration.
26th August, 2011.
Friday
“Russian Statesman”
This is a bit vague. There’s a Russian statesman. He’s middle aged and rotund and he’s to be arrested by the government although he’s done nothing wrong. His family, even his less immediate family like cousins and nephews, are anxious that they too will be arrested. There’s a sense of his impending doom.
“Space War” (lucid)
I’m on the ground looking up into the sky where I see little puffs of smoke from explosions happening way up high. I point it out to G excitedly and ask if he thinks it’s some kind of space battle. No sooner do I do this than all manner of space ship appear and conduct a battle. I know it’s too fantastic to be real and I become lucid. I’m momentarily held by the enormity of two black spacecraft shaped a little like zeppelins, only less cigar-shaped and more rounded at the ends like an egg. I don’t stay there long though: as has happened the last few times I’ve been lucid, the dream slips away quickly. I wonder why this keeps happening?
“Bouncing Baby”
I’m in an unknown house with a baby boy I treat as my own. He’s probably two but much slighter in build than my sons were at that age. I have to take him to pre-school and I think briefly about finding G so they can say goodbye but decide just to get moving because I need to get some cash from the ATM across the road.
When I reach the machine a crowd quickly forms behind me and the nearest man begins to exert pressure as my card fails repeatedly. I decide I’ll come back later to withdraw money and begin to carry the baby towards the preschool. As we walk I begin to bounce him up and down and he squeals with delight, much to my enjoyment.
“J’s Visit.”
There is some interaction with a young male neighbour. The boundaries of our properties blur with one another and with surrounding community land. I pass him pushing a barrow and he tells me of the hard work he’s been doing restoring around a creek bed. There’s another neighbour, another man working too.
Now my sister has come to visit and somehow ended up out drinking with the second neighbour who looks just like (the gorgeous) Billy Crudup (my Year 9s have just finished a film study of “Big Fish,” thus his appearance in my dream). We watch this part like a movie and the Crudup - what an unfortunate surname- dream character is essentially like Will in the movie. He points out that he’s been too long with J and that he needs to get home to his wife who will be worried. After they leave, we see a group of women actively seducing the men in the place. I ask G if he saw that one had a boob exposed.
Now G is on Facebook, reading J’s status about enjoying drinks with someone who isn’t in her profession.
I go to the fridge and there’s a whole lot of dessert she’s left in there, sweet custardy pastries. I ask if anyone wants some but decide it’s too much and probably soggy. Best to throw it away.
Somewhere in this dream house, an unknown person tells me about a woman he knows who lets her dogs poo in the house. He's really appalled telling me this.
Also, in the same dream sequence is a dream of being in a room with three single beds with J and another girl. It’s an unfamiliar room with glass sliding doors and windows to outside. I get in at the other end of J’s bed and then I realise there’s a bed for each of us and we don’t need to share. It feels a bit stuffy and I wonder if I can open a window.
were you trying to influence the outcome of the dream?Quote:
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Not at all and I didn't get excited or mesmerised. I think maybe they're just happening too close to the end of the sleep cycle.
Hi Beekeeper, its amazing how clear you dream and so many details can remember. I often try to find common symbols or senses in dreams and at times I recognize dream- or- symbol-series. How do you look at your dream-contents, do you see a kind of re-occuring red-line so to say? And what I would like to ask also is, if you do awake shortly after each dream happening in one night?
Your last dream with the 3 beds reminds me to my dream/dom not long ago which also had 3 beds in my room. What do you think and feel about this last sequence?
greetings.
Hi Istia,
Yes, definitely. For instance, babies recur frequently in my dreams and have done so over the past few nights (recorded and not recorded).Quote:
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While I only tend to write out explanations of my dreams (and share them if they’re not too personal here) when I have time, I do use travelling time to mentally review them and unravel meaning. Fairly often, little pieces are simply precognitive and I really enjoy that. Sometimes the dreams are archetypal and presage what is around the corner and I've even programmed to dream for another when he changed career and had a dream that played out like a tarot reading.
I wonder what inspires other parts, like the Russian diplomat, that don’t seem directly related to anything in waking life. I see the possibility of past lives affecting these dreams but this didn't feel the same as the past life dreams I've had, so I don't know.
After several years of keeping dream journals I see many things that impact my dreams. For instance, if I do a lot of work before bedtime (like last night), I can write off good recall. I’ll still be aware of many dreams, have a general feeling of themes and recall specific images and dream anomalies but the chances of recalling anything cohesive will be remote. The same can be usually said if I stay up late socializing (like the night before), though, occasionally there’s an exception to this and I’ve even attained lucidity after such events. I think that, for me, lucidity may be linked to feeling wellbeing and happiness and this is often heightened after dinner with good friends. Even a lot of exercise before bed will make dream recall more challenging but morning exercise has a beneficial impact. I usually think that a great meditation session will indicate great dream recall. It’s not always the case but there is a bit of a correlation. Hormones also impact my dream themes, which tend to turn a bit negative before a period.
Yes, I do. If I’m exhausted, I can’t do anything with this but if I’m well rested I can use this for meditation and lucid dream incubation.Quote:
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I’m often woken by my husband’s snoring, which can be both positive and negative.
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Bed dreams are interesting, aren’t they? I'll be sure to look yours up and compare. I certainly have my share of them.Quote:
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J is my sister who’s a year younger than me. We’ve been sisters before this life and we’re close in an odd way that appears affected by those times. She rang me yesterday and we had a big talk where I did what I’ve done our entire life together: coached and pep talked and reminded her of her power and excellence. She mentioned an older woman who had recently befriended her and was proving a source of wisdom. I wonder if that was the other person in the room? Getting into bed with someone is an expression that means you’re linking yourself with them, getting involved in their scheme. There’s an added thing here though: J and I shared a room for 18 years and she often climbed in bed with me or asked me to get in with her when she was scared. I think the stuffiness is my feeling that J keeps responding to her circumstances in habitual ways and I want her to grow beyond that because it doesn’t serve her.
Hi Beekeeper, very interesting points and description of how you look at your dreams and what are the basics of your view.
Appreciate your elaborately answer which makes me understand better the person behind and also the dream-view.
I agree on your views and experiences of that your dreams have several different meanings and forms, like sometimes archetypical or precognitive and even dreaming for another, like a tendential reading I know from myself too.
I`ve read the Russian-Part again and to me it sounds like you express/experience some kind of injustice somehow, somewhere. At the moment this seems to me the basic content of the message, but of course many other meanings more could be possible.
Also very interesting to read is what you found out about dream-recall-influences (sorry that i dont quote, but i still have tech. difficulties at times), it sounds very reasonable to me, though some distinctions i could not yet experience myself but will have an eye on that cause find it exciting and will investigate more on that. I think or thought that mostly my remembrance is better when i meditate or make exercises before sleep, but maybe thats not all or not only what betters my recall. Also about the hormon-influence i didtn think yet, very interesting, thanks for your inputs.
I had times when I awoke around 6 times a night (mostly to go to toi) and then i could write down 6 different and partly intense dreams of the same night, but nowadays it seems i do sleep deeper, need more sleep or so, and therefore only once or twice awake, and if i have to get up early, which often is the case then it alsmost impossible for me to recall and keep they recalled well.
With past-life dream-elements i have not much experience, just some where i am sure it was an preview incarnation (or of a person i was very close to) which was doing star-calculation for astrology in old towers in middle-age, which i startet this life in childhood.
Yeahs i too think that beddreams are very special as this is not only a most personal place but also its the place were our energy-body splits from the physical body (now not taking in consideration that our energy-body may be flying and working during the day as well on all planes and enegetic-levels which i would find definitely possible and reasonable, cause of the unlimited realities) The bed so to say is our journey-box, right :) just get an idea that the 3 beds of my dream or gernerally several beds could also be a symbol for the different layers of the energy-bodies.
What you say about your sister and the possible dream-meaning i find very conclusive, yes to such a relevancy i also would come, a want for independency and growth, also for others, which i find is a very valuable virtue.
Just to clarify:When I say "exercise" I'm referring to the yoga classes I teach.Quote:
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Yes, this is definitely so.Quote:
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I've flown on a bed in a dream and often dream I'm in pyjamas, which I think are missed opportunities for lucidity. There have been other times I've felt energy bodies of other people slip into bed beside me, which is fine as long as they don't wriggle and keep me up.:lol:
31st August, 2011.
Wednesday.
“Fun park rowing ride”
I’m at a fun park with my family. Each of us has a special prize we can claim and it’s my turn now. I move towards a wide boat with a group of other people (possibly all women). As we climb in I’m confident that I can move with agility and balance even though it's awkward with such a crowd. Once we’re in, we have to take hold of an oar, which I find quite easily although I hadn’t noticed it until the instruction came telepathically. As we begin to row in unison our boat navigates the small man made lake, moving supernaturally fast without great exertion on our part. We enjoy the ride.
“Demonstration Film.”
I’ve somehow, accidentally inserted a DVD into my computer and it’s playing a demonstration film. It’s not something I want to watch right now so I eject it but it keeps playing regardless. I fiddle with my computer, seeing if I can work out how it's possible it continues to play and what exactly it’s about. I try to find the menu to see if there’s some kind of table of contents. I’m teetering on lucid at this time.
Now I’m transported to a pharmacy shop where part of the video plays as a three-dimensional hologram in a central spot. As I observe, I wonder what people must think about this programme but nobody appears to have noticed it.
“Volunteering in the Library.”
I find myself in a school library and it’s apparently really busy so a bunch of unfamiliar people have decided to help. I suppose that Trish is the chief librarian (as she is at the school where I work) and feel her presence in the background, although I don’t see her. There is a line of teens waiting to borrow books and a smaller line of others filling in the borrowing details. I figure I’ll help and work out procedure as I go. So, I take one of the books from one of the teenagers and I ask if the borrowing period is two weeks but he says it’s one. I endeavour to work out the due date, which I feel I do easily, and pencil in the details at the back of the book where I see previous entries. I look for a stamp but see that this isn’t the custom so I do without it.
I help a few more students. While I’m filling in details on one book I see that the entries vary. I read them – true reading as IRL – and decide to imitate the first entry. That person has written the book’s title, “Holes” and the last thee initials of the author’s name followed by the first initial. I look at that momentarily, sensing that it shouldn’t end in D as it does. Again, I teeter on lucidity: I know IRL that “Holes” was written by Louis Sachar but I can’t quite grasp the memory in the dream.
Another boy comes along and he’s found a cute little book that fits into the palm of my hand. I inspect it but it’s not a library book: it’s more like a little diary waiting to be filled. I ask him if he found it on the shelf and he says he did. I explain it’s not a library book and tell him he can have it.
The borrowers and lenders have dissipated now and I realise that I’ve been writing the number 11 for the month of November on all the books I’ve signed out when, in the context of the dream, it should have been 10. I figure it’s not too terrible a mistake to have made.
I see another person has come to borrow a book and there’s already someone there signing her out. I grab the person signing her out (even though I don’t know her) and playfully tussle with her for the pen. She submits readily but I give back the pen and let her get on with it. She makes small talk with the borrower, a short, female student, stating her belief that she’d take drugs. I disagree, saying, “You look to me like someone who wouldn’t take drugs,” and she confirms that this is the case.
I walk into an anteroom and see a local woman and her child (just an impression) in matching swimwear. Her child would be much older IRL and I don’t question why she’s in a swimsuit in the library, I simply admire the fabric.
2nd September, 2011.
Friday
I’m writing this in the afternoon, because I didn’t have time this morning. Fingers crossed I’ll remember most of it.
“Fugitive”
This is like watching a movie. Two prisoners are brought into a room when one produces some kind of weapon shaped like a ball and held in his hand. While the guards tussle to disarm him, the other, less dangerous prisoner makes a break for it. At this point in the movie I’m not very convinced but I continue to watch as the fugitive runs down a path, pursued by the police guards.
He finds case lying across the path and climbs inside, slinging a small bag in at his feet. Now I’m completely dubious.
“Knife”
I’m at a banquet with many others and I go to a table where I get cutlery. I drop the knife on the carpet and, instead of just wiping it against my skirt or taking another one, I decide I must go and find myself a clean knife in the kitchens.
Each time I find a knife from this point on it is covered in heavy-duty goop. Some of the knives mutate into chisels, spatulas and cheese knives as I hold them and all of them are dirty.
“F's essay competition.”
My eldest son follows me around, wanting me to choose from a thick book of essays something that he should submit for a competition. I'm absorbed by trivial things, at one stage trying to curl my hair with heated curlers and discovering that it’s damp. I want him to make his own choice because I don’t feel like reading through his book of essays.
3rd September, 2011
Saturday (late night)
“Joan’s Baby”
G is planning to go to his parents. I feel I should go with him but it’s a 3hr trip (IRL) and I’m stressed that I have so many things to do. I ask him what he wants me to do but he won’t say so I force him to admit he’d rather I came.
At his parents’ home I sit on the floor and play with the new baby his 80-year-old mother has mysteriously given birth to. He’s probably a year old and lies on the floor. Suddenly he sits up, using his abdominal muscles rather than rolling onto his belly and pushing himself up with his arms like normal babies do.
He’s not a pretty infant by any means, with a thick mono-brow and gap teeth but I hug him anyway because he’s just a little baby. His body is stiff and unresponsive to hugs and I wonder if the baby is autistic. I hug him despite this until I feel him begin to yield and respond. I’m thinking that his parents will probably not live long enough to raise him and then we’ll likely take responsibility (this may be influenced by an email I read before bed where my yoga teacher wrote he cares for his elderly brother). I'm wanting him to be affectionate like my sons and to feel loved.
There are other children sitting around on the floor with us too. I think there are twins (or maybe that was a different dream) and there’s definitely a cherubic little blonde girl who is very interested in how I play with the baby. I met their mother earlier ITD, a large boned blonde to whom I apologised, not knowing my in-laws had visitors.
Now I’m walking in the twilight, carrying the baby and throwing him in the air. He’s laughing like a normal child and someone is taking photographs with a flash.
Earlier Fragments:
In a large, sprawling house. Arlene and Micheala visit. I’m having a cup of tea in a well-lit room with Arlene (whom I haven’t seen IRL for about 25 years). I’ve chosen that room because it lets the light in.
4th September, 2011.
Sunday
Another late night and with a bit of wine - believe me, it doesn’t take a lot - so any recall is a bonus.
I pass through a doorway with a group of friends and we’re standing watching a performance on a small ampitheatre stage. It relates to global warming and is given by a group of young actors who seem to deliver it Greek chorus-style. What they present appears to be indisputable and the people in my group make ironic comments that disparage the global warming deniers.
Kyle S is one of my group and he suddenly begins acting erratically, making a lot of noise howling and running about. He explains he always acts silly at this time of day. (Kyle is a former student and friend who IRL is very much convinced by the reality of man made global warming).
5th September, 2011.
Monday
I’m at a school, in a lesson on mediumship. There’s an older woman teaching and her male partner (probably the result of a book I just read). We’re asked to sit in groups for a particular exercise, so 8 of us sit on the floor together: 4 men, 4 women. I notice they’re all younger than me. We’re instructed to create smaller groups so 3 men and a woman break away. I’m mildly disappointed that 3 of the men went. They were all good looking as well.
Now we’re on our way to the next session, a large group of us heading upstairs. Our session ran overtime and we’ll be late for the next one. I can’t remember what it was I nominated to do, even though I know I’ve written it down somewhere. I decide to just join the first group I see and I suspect that others are doing the same.
I enter a classroom where the lesson has already started and sit at the side and to the front. The seating arrangement is casual and haphazard, as it was in the other session. This time two men run proceedings but one does most of the talking. It’s about global warming.
Suddenly we’re on the open tray of a small truck, being transported with distinct sensations of movement. The other man is talking now, commenting on the drizzle of rain that is falling as he looks at his laptop. He says there’s no mention of the drizzle on the weather report and it will apparently be the case that the weather forecasters will be less able to predict what will come.
I look down the road and see something anomalous and surreal, like a flock of birds that rises up before a car coming our way. I know there’s something strange about it but can’t put my finger on it. Something similar happens again but I can’t recall now what it looked like.
We’re in a small house now and the teacher (an attractive and familiar 30-something man) takes something out of the ground. It appears to be a mummified kitten that I suspect is actually something else like a toy but the other teacher reacts with mild horror.
Very interesting! A quick thought re the kitten - several of us on this forum seem to be doing retrieval of aspects of our Selves, & I suspect this may be one of yours, buried & mummified but needing to be taken "home". . .?
Well, I can't say I spent a lot of time wondering about it to be honest but it didn't feel significant enough to be a fragment retrieval. I can't actually think of having had a single fragment retrieval dream, though I probably have.
The day before my friend Heath told me the story of when his dog had puppies when he was a kid (he still is at 30) and when they gave the puppies away they got a kitten, which subsequently suckled on the dog. As a result, the two bonded and were great friends. As he told the story, I remembered him having told me once before. I think this is probably why this part of the dream occurred.
7th September, 2011.
Wednesday
“Laminating man”
I’m in a school context, in a room where a maintenance/support staff man is laminating the covers of booklets for students. I chat with him awhile about what he’s doing then I go into the room next door where Sofie is waiting for her homeroom class. I notice the classy white top she’s wearing and comment on how nice it looks. We talk about the kids and why they’re late.
8th September, 2011.
Thursday.
“Enid Blyton”
I’m sitting with Enid* Blyton who is showing me on paper that she is very rich. I’ve never seen an image of EB IRL and when I check her image, the only thing I see in common is very black hair.
I’m not absolutely sure if this next part is the same dream but I think I wander through Enid’s house, which is one of those sprawling mansions that feature in my dreams sometimes. The first part of it is familiar and very like my waking reality house but I remember that there’s a whole other section to the house and sure enough I find myself heading down a hallway towards it. It’s very vivid. This section features a lot of green like you see in Australian Federation homes. I look inside a room and decide it’s my son’s room. Then I open another door and there’s a youth in a bed who gets angry that I’ve awakened him so I apologise and close the door quietly.
Suddenly I step out into a mall, still part of the house. There are two levels and some of the rooms off the mall are casinos. The place is alive with activity. As I pass the windows of some classy shops, I consider popping inside to take a better look but I don’t do it. I keep walking and begin to think that if this were a dream, I’d be on one of the public levels of the astral plane. Sadly, I wake up.
*Yesterday we had an elderly neighbour over for dinner because we see him in his front room of an evening and we always feel sad for his loneliness. He mentioned his deceased wife, “Enid,” and also that his daughter had done creative writing at uni but hadn’t become a writer subsequently. I saw his daughter on Father’s Day and noticed she had very black hair, which made me wonder if her mother had had very black hair.
Earlier fragment: There’s a dog with pups. They transform from dogs to wombats. My sons capture the mother, who shows no interest in her joeys, and force her into a cage with them so they can feed. They do this for a lark.
You know, except for the casino, you've just described the same type of house I get in dreams also- especially the bit about the house being connected to a mall (or a hotel, in my case), and finding other people in it.
my enid blyton era came right after peter rabbit & wind in the willows.
The casino was an unusual feature actually. I can't recall having seen it previously.Quote:
Originally Posted by CF
Someone gave me The Wishing Chair when I was a kid. Some good astral adventures in that one.Quote:
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9th September, 2011.
Friday
Writing this after work. Hope I can remember.
“Commentator.”
I’m at a sporting venue and there are apparently games of rugby league occurring. I’ve been asked to commentate a game but feel I would do this very poorly and somebody else would be better. G pressures me to do it, to help out. So, I get into a van with some other people who are going to do commentary. The van stops near a field but it is parked on a small hill and this topples it.
I easily climb out or somehow I’m just outside and I begin to pull people out through the windows. I pull a boy out first.
“Creature from space.”
Something earlier about a monster found in outer space. A man tells me they’ve been feeding it blood but they can’t keep doing that because the creature is insatiable. My reaction is curious but unafraid.
Keep meaning but forgetting to note recent deja vu. Was in the passenger seat of G's car tying my laces. The conversation and visual imagery felt totally familiar as did my thoughts in response, including the sense that it was a deja vu experience.
10th September, 2011.
Saturday
“Transmission from Tokyo.”
Early in the night I dreamt something about hearing a radio transmission from Tokyo. Because the last dream of the night had been so long and vivid, I was struggling to recall the previous dreams when G, synchronistically, said something about Tokyo. The transmission was by an Australian dj, his counterpart was here in Australia transmitting also.
“Sharing the Song.”
A few years ago, I took a year off from my regular teaching job to train as a yoga teacher. To pay my bills, I worked casually in different schools. My favourite and the one where I worked most often was a wealthy grammar school. In this dream, I’m back there speaking with a couple of members of the English staff. One of the women looms large for a moment and I notice that her hair is completely different. I think this was an opportunity to become lucid.
Now I’m at a desk working on something I’ve been set to do. There’s a phone on the wall that rings behind me. I don’t answer it because I know it won’t be for me. An angry male voice begins a tirade accusing whoever normally uses the desk of deliberately not answering. I ignore him.
A plump, dark haired boy comes to the desk and asks for some throat lozenges. I realise that part of my job must be to operate a little school canteen, so I search the shelves behind me and find different brands of throat lozenge. One packet is half consumed, so I avoid that and ask the boy what type he wants.
Now I’m at the front of a classroom and two little blond girls begin to improvise a song. They sing in harmony and the words flow artfully. I’m delighted by their presentation but, not to be outdone, three brunette girls stand and sing the next part of the song. They are equally harmonious, only they are stronger and louder.
Now I’m out on the street and inside a rounded structure, like a pipe. A young woman continues the song. Her voice is timid and too quiet but her lyrics are impressive. A middle-aged man picks it up and then it’s my turn. My voice rings out true but much too loud. Still, the lyrics flow with the inspiration shared by all the singers. The man reacts negatively to my volume but the director of the song suddenly appears and he is delighted with my performance and with the way the song has progressed.
Suddenly the place is full of adults in a semi-circle. Each has sung part of the song, often in harmony with others. The director invites us to take hands and people do so but there is a couple who break the circle by only taking each other’s hands. There’s a bit of a movement around me in reaction to this. I sense that the person to my right is Anne D, a friend from my school days.
11th September, 2011.
Sunday
“Fragments – Dream Teacher”
A woman lives with two other people – a man and a woman that were once together for a short time. She wears a grey suit and teaches people about dreams. A cleaner comes to clean their house. She’s looking for somewhere new to live.
“Moving Pictures” (WILD)
I’m walking towards a college and there are other people on the path. I desire the experience of walking blind and seeing if I can feel my way to college. There may be moments when this occurs; I remember feeling the large sandstone blocks of a building that may have been the library. Suddenly an auburn haired child of about seven crosses my path from the right and he’s playing the same game of navigating blind. Despite my game, I see him pushing a scooter out in front of him and using it like a cane and avoid a collision with him. Now I’m behind two young men who ride way too slowly on their bikes in front of me because they’re conversing. I begin to become impatient with them and decide I’ll move around them when they take off.
There’s a moment when a faint dream about somebody being possessed begins to form around me. Yesterday I was in the video shop and noticed a film about exorcism with a similar image on the cover of the video case. I decide to return to the former dream, not wishing to dream about exorcism.
Now I’m in a room on the campus where two men are having a meeting. I feel they may be movie directors. I fail to focus on their discussion when I notice movement (Harry Potter style) within a poster on the wall. I guess the poster is for one of their earlier movies. Stereotypical high school students people it and I particularly notice an Indian student who runs to a stereotype similar to the character Raj in “Big Bang Theory.” He converses with the directors about what they should do and they disagree with him, telling him he hasn’t grasped their current concept.
I’ve finished typing my dream and I’m reading it on my computer screen when I hear a woman’s laugh. For some reason I think it’s CF and I know it’s a false awakening. No sooner do I have the realisation than I feel accosted by a heavy energy that feels as though it wraps itself around the left side of my head and arm, like a large boa constrictor. Momentarily I register it as pain, weight and paralysis and my first impulse is to pray, “Lord, Jesus protect me,” but, simultaneously, I’m understanding it’s probably a form of sleep paralysis. In any case, it’s gone the instant I pray and tell myself it’s not an attack.
An enviable skill! :)Quote:
There’s a moment when a faint dream about somebody being possessed begins to form around me. Yesterday I was in the video shop and noticed a film about exorcism with a similar image on the cover of the video case. I decide to return to the former dream, not wishing to dream about exorcism.