Beekeeper's Adventures in Consciousness

You know, Oliver, I don't know if that can be described as a skill as I've never had cause to do that in a lucid dream before - though I'm pretty sure I've done it in ordinary dreams!

Exorcism is scary!

I recalled some fragments from a later dream: Two or three children had put something down a sink to block a pipe and they had filled it with water and other muck. It looked like black whirlpool in the sink, with a circumference much greater than a normal plug hole. I chastised them and explained to them that this was a foolish thing to do.

12^th September, 2011.
Monday

“Angry”
I’m in a large shop, buying something, possibly sunglasses. I’ve asked the shop assistant, a young, plump blond woman, a question, which she has begun to answer when she’s interrupted by the queries of a young woman, causing her to fail to concentrate on my needs and to begin to assist the other. I become unreasonably incensed at this and start to give the shop assistant a loud lecture on her incompetence. There are many other people in the shop and they look our way. The feeling is of support for the shop assistant but I feel entirely justified in my tirade. She begins to defend herself, to argue with me that it wasn’t that big a deal but I refuse to let her off the hook. Another shop assistant comes to her aid but I will not concede a thing. I storm out of the store to my car. I look up to the shop sign: I’m in a strange city and I’ll need to remember where it is and what it’s called if I’m to do anything about the incident.

I begin to drive with a vague notion I’m going to see Dad. The highways are unfamiliar and I decide I’m heading in the wrong direction without a map– I need to turn around and go back the way I came. I turn into a driveway of some type of business and back onto the highway. I cross a narrow median strip made of concrete but I’m not about to worry about breaking road rules or I’ll only delay my return trip.

Now my car has transformed into a little motorbike that's totally lacking in grunt. A dark haired man, a contemporary or perhaps younger than me, aligns himself beside me. He begins to taunt me and demand that I go faster. I explain that I can’t, that my vehicle is going as fast as it can. He does something to aggravate me; I’m not sure what now, possibly something of a physical nature. I slap him and I think he probably retaliates. There’s no sense of pain, however.

Now I’m back in the store and again trying to present my point of view on what the assistant did wrong. I’m no longer as incensed but still a tad obsessed with being right. I explain that I’m not going to write a letter of complaint and the assistant is mildly relieved but that I want her to understand that she should complete what she’s started before helping someone new.

Notes: This is a curiously aggressive dream given that yesterday was a very enjoyable day spent at a baby shower of all places! There has been discussion in our media about people choosing to buy online because they don’t enjoy shop service but I respond to that with the thought that I usually prefer to be left alone when shopping, so this wouldn’t bother me a whole lot. Yet it did in the dream.

Where the aggressive feelings may have emerged yesterday was in talking to my friend, Louise. She still works at my former work place, which appears to have become even more unjust and ridiculous. Hearing her talk stirred up the usual feelings of negativity I have towards the place but also tremendous gratitude that I wasn’t there anymore.

13^th September, 2011.
Tuesday

“Guide in the Pub”

I’m in some kind of work situation, though sometimes work and home blend with the work people apparently inhabiting my home environment. Helen S is prominent and apparently seeking or having gained a promotion.

I read a list of new roles that those of us who have been promoted to a new level must occupy. All the words on the list sound like actual words but none of them make sense or are words I’ve encountered before. I realise I’ll need to look them up to discover what they mean.

G enters the scene, encouraging me to take a sickie (a day off where one claims sickness). I’m feeling persuaded by his pressure. The energy feels dreamy and I’m highly suggestible. The dream imagery is somewhat faint.

I step outside the back door and find a laundry hamper with clothes in it. Someone has mistaken it for a rubbish bin and I separate out the rubbish and the clothes that need laundering.

I’ve just finished teaching a yoga class and I walk into a room with a bar, like you’d find in a worker’s or RSL club. Someone tall and male accompanies me and we’re talking. I cannot remember the discussion but I feel the person is a guide. A group of men pass and one of them is familiar. His indent is of Andrew D, a boy I taught a few years back who finished school last year, but his face is different and quite vivid.

This part of the dream repeats (but with stuff in between) but this time I’m unaccompanied and when I look down I see slippers on my feet. I pass the group of men again and this time Andrew steps out of it and approaches. He asks if I’d seen him and we chat amiably.

The stuff in between is reading one of Neil’s threads. It’s a long thread where he’s gone all esoteric and is referencing material I’ve never encountered. I read a lot of the long thread but I don’t follow the numerous links. I wonder what it all means because none of it really makes sense to me.

14^th September, 2011
Wednesday

“Seedman”
I meet a man outside the church from my childhood. He’s bearded and looks like Don Burke, a celebrity gardener that had a long running TV show in Australia. He is dropping chilli seeds around the church (for the poor to harvest?) I suggest he add snow peas because we had good crops of those.


15^th September, 2011.
Thursday

“Mum’s will and the people in B's house”

I go to my mother’s house for a family gathering. Somehow, she has become very wealthy and her house is very large. She tells us that she’s making my father the executer of her will. I wonder how this can be so when she and my father have been alienated for decades.

Now I’m in my sister B’s house and it too is quite a large and expensive home. There is a gathering of people I don’t know with children being especially prominent. I find that one of the children has left the bathroom with the toilet unflushed and a mess on the seat. She has rushed away to a meal. I find her and send her off to clean it up.

There’s a boy of about 7, probably the dream character from my “Moving Pictures” dream. I read a storybook to him. His mother is strict with him but he’s restless because he rarely gets enough of her attention. I think I communicate this to her.

I’m outside and there’s a trough in the middle of the street with a row of taps. Children stand at it. There’s one faulty tap that runs continuously. I ask a child to move aside so I can wash my hands under it.

Note: I've been pretty bossy in some recent dreams.

“Dangerous vegetables.”

This DC is apparently the Ross Geller character from “Friends” (for me he probably represents insecurity and a tendency to be obsessive). He has purchased some baked vegetables and he finds them so tasty he cannot stop eating them but they are lethal in excess. He knows he has to stop. He sits with the dangerous vegetables on his plate and a few fresh boiled vegetables also. He begins to eat the safe ones. At this stage, I go from being a spectator (as if viewing a movie) to being his companion. He begins to enjoy the safe vegetables although I notice he’s smothered a boiled potato in butter.

16^th September, 2011.
Friday

A Series of Dreams about death or near death that occurred in different sleep phases.

“Bella in the Forest”

I’m walking Bella out in the forest when I encounter a grey haired woman, elderly but with excellent posture, who sings with an amazing voice. A discussion with someone unseen ensues and it seems I must leave Bella in their care while I go on some kind of errand.

I need to get back into the forest now so I can find my dog. I’m in a family’s garage, speaking to a little girl. She lifts a roller door at the back of the garage and I see a black people mover van. It’s very vivid. I’m wondering if Bella will come running out of the forest before I enter it when I’m finally free to pursue her.

“G’s Recovery”

G has been sick and we’ve thought he was going to die but now he’s recovered and I’m sorting dozens of gifts people have given us (as though it were a wedding celebration). I notice quite a few blankets among the gifts.

“H’s Absence”

This dream has less visual substance and is based much more on feeling.

I have two contains, like cans, that I put on a shelf. One represents each of my sons. I think I’m talking to G about how lonely F will be now H is gone. Suddenly, I realise the implications of H’s death and begin to wail.

I wake up, disturbed. This is just too much. I realise I’m hot in bed, which I know from experience can cause nightmares. I use the bathroom just to get away from my bed for the moment.

It’s a hard to go back to sleep but this gives me time to contemplate why the dreams of loss might be showing up.

“The Singer.”
I can hear people singing in harmony at some kind of outdoor function. One must be closer to the microphone because her voice is more distinct, even though she’s attempting to soften it so she can blend with the children with whom she sings. Initially, I see this like a poorly shot movie where I can only see the right of her face from the cheek down. Soon I recognise both her voice and her face as my own.

“Linda needs info”
Something with Linda and Wolfgang. I’m talking with them about teaching yoga at the centre. Linda needs information but she’s also not listening well because she’s busy. She finds my teacher’s chronicle from last year (from my high school teaching job) and a novel I’ve supposedly taught and then she’s satisfied that she has what she needs. Further bits of this dream elude me.

17^th September, 2011.
Saturday.

“Lord Stanley’s Portrait.”
Early dream, something about being in a large house. The most vivid part is some large portraits hung on the wall. One is Lord Stanley or rather the actor who played him in Al Pacino’s docudrama “Looking for Richard.” A man asks me if the paintings are in the original order for, apparently I’ve always lived in this house, and I confirm that they are.

“Twisted.”
I’m in a doctor’s office speaking to a female doctor because my spine and torso are twisted. She shows me another, younger woman receiving treatment for the same thing, though she looks fine. Suddenly a bunch of shocks jolt her.

“Troy”
I’m lying on the lounge asleep when our friend Troy with his kids trailing comes into the room. He reaches under me, looking for something he left behind (we haven’t had these guys over for ages IRL). I jump at the sudden, unexpected sensation and tell him not to lift the blankets because I’m not wearing my pyjama bottoms.

“Slump”
I’m at work, on the second storey of the senior block and I have to leave my senior class behind to fetch something. I ask Blake to come with me (IRL Blake is a lethargic student who doesn’t make enough effort). Suddenly I lose energy and slump to the concrete veranda outside the room (not our usual classroom). I’m close to the gap in the railings and need to be careful not to fall off. I think I ask Blake to help me move away from there and he does.

Flying over the school, possibly accompanied.

“In Pursuit of the baby.”

A man and woman are in my living room giving a talk on their astral (?) experiences. She looks like Maria Isabel Pita. A few days ago I was reading LDE60 and she is an author who was interviewed about her lucid dreams. Out of curiosity, I did a search and saw her image. She speaks with an accent, probably something my dreaming mind has concocted. She stands face to face with her husband and they kiss while they’re photographed.

Now I’m playing with a baby on the lounge. It may have been their baby originally but now it has become mine. She’s a serious little soul and I wonder if I can make her laugh so I blow raspberries on her skin and she indeed laughs in the infectious way of babies.

I move away from her temporarily and see a price tag on her little dress. I decide her mother left that there (but aren’t I her mother?).

Now I see a shadow lurking in the study, which has morphed into more of a wardrobe. I tell some people (Troy and the kids) that there’s someone there and before I know it the intruder has taken the baby. There is no grief, only determination to recover her.

I begin to dress to go in pursuit of the baby. I have a full skirt on and I’m in a hurry so I just want to wear some socks and some slip on shoes. I scrunch them down and ask my younger sister if they look okay. They probably don’t but I don’t really care. It’s either now or back in the “Slump” dream that I notice as I pull on the socks that they keep altering. Sometimes they’re thick brown woollen socks and sometimes they’re thin nylon stocking type socks.

More happens with my sister and the dream goes off on another tangent but I can’t recall this.

18^th September, 2011.
Sunday

Another night like last night with a lot of short dreams but I wasn’t able to recall them like I could yesterday. The main one is below, followed by a fragment. If any return during the day, I’ll add them.

"Yoga Customer"

I’m behind a counter in an unfamiliar space when Peter and Deb ask if they can join my home yoga class. I tell them I’m planning to return to fulltime high school teaching next year (I am IRL) and that I only have a Sunday class (something I wouldn’t do IRL). I say I don’t think I’d be able to fit them in but I'll try and then I begin to visualise my teaching space, which is the lounge room where I was raised rather than my RL yoga room downstairs. I imagine fitting bodies in around the furniture.

Now a woman asks me about yoga classes. She’s possibly a few years younger than me but she looks a little frazzled. She’s also a familiar DC, the broad cheek, broad hipped mother with blond bobbed hair. She wants to bring her children to her classes with her and asks when I’ll be teaching them. I direct her to Linda and Wolfgang’s classes, explaining I won’t be taking students.

By now, there’s another shorter, younger woman beside me bustling around behind the counter. She has a somewhat erratic energy that makes me feel mature in comparison. I look for flyers with class times to give to the blonde. I’m having trouble finding them and while I look for them I suggest that if she brought along a few more friends and their kids they might even be able to request a session time – I’m making this up, trying to drum up business for L and W.

The blonde exudes tiredness while she waits and I’m a little sorry for her. Just as I suggest they look up times on the website, the bustling brunette finds the pile of orange flyers. I notice the one of top is wet but she pulls one from the bottom and it’s fine.

The next bit is confusing in terms of sequence because my dream consciousness is simultaneously in two places. I need to leave the room for some reason and enter a space that reminds me of the downstairs area beneath L and W’s studio that I lock up at night after classes. The space is somewhat confined and there are a couple of layers of thick glass door. It also feels a bit like a revolving glass door. While I’m there I’m also present in the room with Blond Mother and Bustling Brunette. The mother has complained and the brunette is quite rude to her, essentially telling her to suck it up. I’m a little shocked by her lack of sympathy and wonder who she is and where she came from.

Note: I imagine both women are self-aspects.

I’m walking Bella and we encounter a large dog. I’m anxious that one or the other will misbehave but they both play well.

19^th September, 2011.
Monday

Recall is fragmented so I’ll record what I can remember.

“Tall Man and Foreign Girl”

There’s this young man I’m talking about how incredibly tall he is. He’s a really affable fellow and I like being in his company. I say to him, “It must be a real advantage being that tall when you’re in a crowd; you must see over everyone else’s head easily,” and he agrees that this is so. When we have this conversation we’re inside somebody else’s house – I guess I’m visiting – within a dream that is already underway.

Now I’m outside in a medium sized shed with a young, attractive foreign woman who has been looking after children (perhaps younger versions of my own are included). She has a talent with them. I’ve apparently promised to tell her some of the spooky stories from the house where I was raised but when I begin to do so she tells me I’ve already done it. She shows me a house behind the one we’re in; our ability to view the house, even only externally, breaking the rules of what would be possible IRL. She announces that it has problems with ghosts and I feel uncomfortable, even though it’s not particularly close it feels that way because we have telescopic vision or, probably more correctly, we can project our consciousness there so that what occurs feels close to home.

Now I appear to be in the shed alone. There isn’t much light and something happens like a door shutting by itself. My objective seems to be to make my way out, which I do without feeling fearful.

“Finding Mum in the Strange Complex.”

It’s hard to know where one dream ends and another begins on nights like last night. Now I’m with my Mum. She’s in an upstairs flat and still grieving the passing of Les as she does IRL. It’s not yet but somewhere at the end of the dream she tells me Les became difficult at the end because he never got on with his own mother who was Italian (she wasn’t to the best of my knowledge). As we do IRl, I say nothing about how I saw the situation because Mum has her own version of reality and there’s no real breaking through with her.

I’m on my way back to Mum but I become lost in the enormous complex that surrounds her upstairs flat. There’s a real feeling of expanse. I enter a very unusual place, not something I could easily name. It has a little bit of the feel of our local leisure centre which has an indoor pool, gym and basketball courts but none of those things are evident. There are a lot of African mothers and their babies there. The mothers have that truly impressive black skin of unadulterated blood and every one of them wears white. Their babies are at floor level, sitting before their mothers and playing. The floor seems to be an extensive trampoline but not black in colour. I can’t recall the colour, just the sense that it’s like a trampoline and without any type of sense knowledge to verify this. The area is huge, at least 50 metres in length.

I pass through to an interior complex. I sense Mum’s flat one level up and begin to climb what appear to be steps covered in white fabric. They suddenly dead-end in empty space so I descend again. I visually inspect the area that beneath the various coverings appears to be some kind of chapel.

“Wrought Iron” (Fragment)

I’m looking up at wrought iron hanging on a wall. It’s bent into swirls but entirely without symmetry. I know in that moment that my mind is very powerful and could bend it if it wanted to. I think to the times I’ve played games of dice and know that I’ve often controlled the roll.

20^th September, 2011.
Tuesday

“Bluebottles”
I’m swimming with my family and it’s pleasant even though it’s strange that three walls and a ceiling contain the ocean. Suddenly we realise that we have the long thin tentacles of bluebottles wrapped around our limbs. We begin to pull them off us. Rather than noticing the lack of pain I’m thinking about how much it will itch later.
Note: The bluebottle is a common jelly fish and it stings.

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Welcome to the mental plane. The walls annoy me to no end. I'm sure Oliver will have something brilliant to say about the bluebottles.

The jellyfish might be issues you struggle with - an itch you will need to scratch. There's also the notion of thoughtforms present - when seeing them as entities (their consciousness aspect) Kurt calls them Creatures.

The walls form an interesting perspective and could yield a clue to the energy body you were in. You can sense the limits of the plane here.

The complex you visit in the dream about your mother might have been her worldview. Notice how the whole scene's setup relates to her. You try to get to the interior to understand the heart of the matter, and you try to do so from an elevated perspective but you cannot achieve the necessary state of consciousness on this occasion. (I have one past adventure on record where I got access after changing perspective, but before the landing I was on had no exit.) It is within your reach, however, as you have the necessary inner senses to navigate this place and find the way there.

The trampoline would then represent a lot of ups and downs, issues having to do with drama. Very black mothers wrapped in white cloth could mean the problems originate (motherhood is origin) in black-and-white thinking, and the babies symbolize seeing them played out to learn from them. The African mothers could also denote the soul-level (black people I often connotate with "people with soul") learning derived from seeing these things played out in physical reality. The great number of them could denote repetition - that some lessons need a lot of repetition to be driven home.

Oh, this is funny, Oliver, I just re-read that post and saw I'd written, there’s no real breathing through with her instead of breaking through. I do enjoy the occasional slip like this; it can say so much.

I think the jellyfish dream was definitely astral. There was a whole other dream after it which was too private but definitely emotional stuff. Given what I do make public in this journal you must wonder what is so private!

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The complex you visit in the dream about your mother might have been her worldview. Notice how the whole scene's setup relates to her. You try to get to the interior to understand the heart of the matter, and you try to do so from an elevated perspective but you cannot achieve the necessary state of consciousness on this occasion.

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I definitely got that. I think she was on a second storey to denote that the dream was about her thinking/mental processes/ belief systems/worldview (as you said). That dream definitely felt higher than astral and my thinking was very clear, the imagery very vivid. I much prefer dreams at this level.

I half expected to hear Les taking to me beneath the dream again but he hasn't done that lately. I know it means it's time to call her. She recently told me she cries from loneliness on the weekends and that breaks my heart.

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The trampoline would then represent a lot of ups and downs, issues having to do with drama.

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You'd think so, wouldn't you? It was, however, a very happy, orderly scene and the babies weren't bouncing, even though I sensed the nature of the floor. Despite my mother's numerous issues, I seriously believed she did the best she could as a mum.

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Very black mothers wrapped in white cloth could mean the problems originate (motherhood is origin) in black-and-white thinking, and the babies symbolize seeing them played out to learn from them.

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Possible. I see these ebony skinned African people when I drive down the road away from the school in the afternoon. I saw a girl about nine with long skinny legs in a white frilly dress that day. She was holding her dad's hand and in the moment I thought she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I imagine this vivid impression translated into my dream with the contrast between her skin and the dress. I could write all these things in my journal but time is short.

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The African mothers could also denote the soul-level (black people I often connotate with "people with soul") learning derived from seeing these things played out in physical reality. The great number of them could denote repetition - that some lessons need a lot of repetition to be driven home.

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Probably. I can't think of what else it might mean.

22^nd September, 2011.
Thursday

Vague recall. Took a sinus tablet before bed (hayfever time here) and it may have made my dreams a little weirder.

“Three Birds in a Bathroom.”

I’m one of three people caught in a small bathroom with a single, high window. We know we are actually birds but we’re physically human, though this doesn’t seem to alter our perception of ourselves as birds.

One of us is able to see through the window and we’re preparing the right time for our flight out of there. I get the image of the outside. There is a high curving wall we’ll need to fly around.

“Angels and Vampires.”

I encounter a group of young people. A young man is a vampire (he may occasionally morph into a young woman) but he doesn’t look like one – he’s very handsome. Encountering him, I immediately know his intention is to feed on others in the group. We communicate telepathically but with intention and awareness rather than words. I make it clear he won’t be permitted to feed and he clearly sends his intention to try. I place a hand on his head and realise I have an immense strength and also that I’m angelic. (It’s nothing I’ve been reading or watching and there are no delusions of grandeur so my guess is the drug). He is paralysed and cannot act.

“Coach”

A coach is telling me how to prepare somebody for ? (Too vague).

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Originally Posted by Beekeeper

“Three Birds in a Bathroom.”

I’m one of three people caught in a small bathroom with a single, high window. We know we are actually birds but we’re physically human, though this doesn’t seem to alter our perception of ourselves as birds.

One of us is able to see through the window and we’re preparing the right time for our flight out of there. I get the image of the outside. There is a high curving wall we’ll need to fly around.

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Wow! Trying to get my head around this...

Yeah, a bit strange, Kali.:-)


23^rd September, 2011.
Friday

Slept poorly: overstimulated after a long presentation night for F’s senior year at which F received several academic and community awards, including Dux.

Dreamt a continuation of proceedings, except for one part of the dream where the principal (a lovely man IRL) went mad at us and made us clean up a whole lot of junk that the seniors had left lying around. In the dream I would only pick up the detritus of a performance the (dream) students had left behind and not normal litter.

Can’t recall other dreams though had that dreaming all night feeling that you get from shallow sleep.

A bit of movement of my etheric right hand a few times in response to hypnopompic imagery of turning a tap/fawcett.

“Tidal Wave.”

This dream begins inside a house. There’s a baby on the floor and one or two or three people around him changing his nappy.

I’m outside now, walking with my sons. I don’t know where we are but it’s somewhere overseas and it’s cold. Bits of thawing ice remain about here and there. Chris P is directing traffic on a narrow, empty street, using little flags. I’m in my car now and in the spirit of fun I begin to do a deliberately terrible three-point turn. I don’t anticipate that the edges of the road are soft and slushy and the car becomes a little bogged. I give Chris a surprised but still a little amused expression.

Now I’m inside a room with Mishell K. She’s showing me a nipple piercing because it’s sore and asking if I can see anything wrong. I tell her I can’t see any sign of infection when F and H enter the room. When F realises the situation he looks embarrassed and H’s face acquires a prudish look that I don’t think I’ve ever seen IRL.

Mishell is excited and happy to get going now. She says we’ll go have some eggs and mushrooms for lunch and I get the impression we’ll be collecting the mushrooms ourselves. We set off happily.

Now we’re standing on a very large jetty with many other people and we’re watching the deep blue ocean with its choppy waves and white caps. I know it’s he Aegean Sea that we’re viewing. This dream is characterised by the incredible vividness you experience in high lucidity dreams. H is on my left and Mishell is behind us facing the other way. Suddenly a massive tidal wave forms before us and I instinctively wrap my arm around H’s waist and brace myself against the railing with the other hand. I’m vaguely remembering the dream last week where H was expressed as an absence and I’m determined he will survive but I’m also wondering if I have enough strength to hold him - he’s much bigger than me.

The people on the jetty scream as the wave washes over us. I’m surprised to discover I can hold us in place without a lot of effort but I wonder if the wave will subside before we drown. We’re under the water for a long time but there’s no sense of suffocation, just waiting.

Gradually the water dissipates and now the search for F begins. H and I run to the other side of the jetty, look over the edge to the water below where people who have been swept off the jetty bob around in the water. Finally we spot him and know he’s safe.

Now I’m in the water and the boys look over the railing calling down to me. There’s some kind of manmade structure beneath me and the fingers of my right hand slips between a join in two large slabs of thick wood that starts to slide together and crush them. The boy’s calls alert me to this and I move my hand.

Now I safe on the jetty again and we’re all looking for Mishell in the water. We cannot see her and I’m wondering if there’s still time for her.

Notes:
“Tidal Wave” was such a vivid dream that it more or less wiped memories of earlier dreams, despite the fact that I didn’t respond to it emotionally and there were no physical manifestations in response to the dream.

Recently I’d come across two historical references to dreams with warnings for the dreamer. One was about Freud misreading a dream that warned him of his future mouth cancer http://www.mossdreams.com/Design 200..._diagnosis.htm
and the other was about Lady Dianna ringing a psychic on the day she died because she had had a dream something happened to her sons. In both instances, the dreamer failed to recognise the warning as being for them because they took the other people in their dreams to be a representation of those actual people.

Before sleep, I asked for a dream with any current or future health warnings. Since this was the most vivid, it’s the one I will consider.


“Artwork with Canister.”

I’m in some kind of public venue with rectangular tables arranged in rows. I’m creating a modestly sized artwork and adding other materials to the basic painting. I use film canisters to represent people. Somehow, this works in a dream environment but I want to cut the canister lengthways, thinking this would work better (as it probably would in a physical reality world). I do that and go in search of glue.

25^th September, 2011.
Sunday.

“The Expert in the Arts.”

There’s a European man, perhaps German, with some authority in the Arts. He’s in his 50s and balding on the top with tufty brown-grey hair at the sides and back. There’s at least one other adult, a man, in conversation with us, and children in the periphery. I cannot recall the conversation but I think it may have been the man’s area of expertise.

At some point a schoolboy comes before us and unfolds an unusual school bag that could possibly only exist in a dream environment (think Dr Who’s tardis). It opens out continuously, like a book initially. I react with some amazement at it. I think he produces art supplies.

Now I notice the wider room, seeing that there are boy ballet dancers. One is a shy, vulnerable child of 6 or 7 with black hair who clutches to his mother’s arm. She sits on a stool. The other, standing apart, is an older boy and the look he gives the European man conveys his mistrust. I instantly suspect the maestro (for want of a better word) of inappropriate behaviours towards the children.

Another dream with children – girls this time. They have a lot of little toys for playing dolls.

Thought I might spontaneously project last night because I became conscious of movement in my etheric limbs again. If it happened, I don't remember.

Maybe the dream could mean you have some distrust in out-of-body teachers. The offer could be being taught "the arts" beyond your imagination (the amazing unfolding of the arts supplies). The kids could represent issues of fear and distrust, maybe even with a hint to your own age where that fear originated. A hint to self-aspects could be present by yourself picking up the boy's distrust such instantly. There have been hints in past dreams of interpreting what could possibly be energetic intimacy as inappropriate behaviors.

I agree. I saw the usual authority issues emerging again. I even struggle when somebody wants me to be their authority figure at times, even if I'm authoritative! This is a pretty deep thing with me.

At another level, there may have been a bit of a precognitive thing going on. We unexpectedly found ourselves out with friends at the pub for an open mic session. Their 14 year old played guitar and sang a few numbers. There was an older guy there (we'd taught him) and he performed too. He's autistic and not always great with reading cues (e.g. bailed a mate out of jail, then the "friend" robbed him). Anyway, our friends' 14 year old had been going around to his house and jamming until his parents banned it because of the unsavoury nature of some of the older guy's friends. There was a bit of a vibe at the pub, you know, and, energetically speaking, it resonated with the feeling in the dream.

Doubt in authority figures in dreams may also reflect my self doubts.

27^th September, 2011.
Tuesday.

Earlier dreams about the yoga class I taught last night. One of my students is expecting and told me after the class she was already 3cm dilated, which caused me some feelings of anxiety that I had to work on at bedtime if I didn’t want to process it in my dreams. Clearly there was some residual worry.

“A Jumble of Animals, Desserts, a Presentation and a Conversation.”

I’m in a small townhouse with a courtyard and in the courtyard is an array of animals. My friend Lourdes is there and she has brought a fully grown fluffy duck that acts like a cat and slides around her legs, waiting to be petted. Its feathers are still downy, like you see on ducklings.

When larger animals begin arriving things start getting a little out of control and I feel a desire to retreat inside away from a large gorilla and bull. I’m expecting authorities to take care of the problem.

There’s a switch now to story being told about cats that fall into a swimming pool. I view it like a movie. The cats in the visuals are like you’d see in a claymation or animation and depicted with their legs out stiff and the hair on their bodies standing on end. They’re small and cute and hundreds of them are seen floating in the water, with the odd dog here and there as well.

Now I’m at some type of fete or fair. I’ve been left the task of selling some deserts. There’s a perfectly packed box, like a sushi box but with sizable dessert slices that I can sell and then bits and pieces of poorly presented slices that look like they’ve been cut with a blunt knife. I try to improve their appearance but only make them worse.

Now I’m involved in a presentation on stage, playing my part in proceedings as expected. I experience the presentation from a first person perspective and then view it on video. In the on stage part of the dream I feel very popular with the other presenters and as if people are looking out for me, guiding me as needed.

When I view myself on video, watching myself side-on, I’m critical of the weight I’ve gained this year, noticing I look thick through the waist in my grey jacket. I’m surprised to see some of the young male presenters had tap danced during their presentation because I hadn’t noticed that when I was on stage with them. They’re talented dancers.

There’s a return to the tale of the cats in the pool. It appears that they’re drawn to the water and when they drink they die instantly. I can’t be moved by the tale because its mode of presentation is unrealistic (like Gary Larson’s Far Side comics or the movie Chicken Run) and makes me feel it’s leading towards something humorous or adventurous.

I’m looking at a computer screen now, reading a transcript of a discussion between two men. Although I’m reading, I also can see them in conversation. One of them is either Robert Frost (the American poet) or Robert Moss (the Dream teacher) or it fluctuates from one to the other. I cannot recall their conversation upon awaking but I remember one odd word: “roak.” (When I awake I look it up, along with “roke,” but can only find it in an urban dictionary where it is said to mean, “smoky.” I wonder if I’ve misheard the word).

Now I become anxious because I realise that I’m at university as a post-grad and I have an essay due that I haven’t started.

28th September, 2011.
Wednesday.

“J’s car.”

I’m in a new car with Jacquie driving. Suddenly she slumps into lethargy and I need to take over the driving for her. I tell her she has to move over because I can’t manoeuvre the car from the passenger’s side. Now I have the wheel and I’m feeling for the pedal, I ask J if it’s a manual or an automatic. She tells me it’s both. There’s a red light ahead but the car is already going too quickly to stop so I have to steer us to the other side of the dividing line to avoid collision. Now I’m on the wrong side of the road waiting for a break in the median strip so I can bring us back into the normal flow.

“Group Work”

Can’t remember much of this. There’s a boy from my homeroom, Aaron D, in it. I give a group of students instructions and leave them to complete the work. The topic seems to be Global Warming. We have a comfortable working relationship.

“Meeting G in Sydney”

Again, poor recall on this one. I meet G at a hotel, I think. We may have another person with us, a teenage daughter. There is a romantic element between G and me.

Reading Volgerie's reference to Law of Attraction in his recent dream post, I thought I'd tag this on.

So, yesterday I wanted someone to walk with when I took Bella for her walk. Both sons said they'd join me and then found reasons to procrastinate, so I went.

Just after the turning back point of our walk, Bella spotted a woman walking abut 20 metres behind us and refused to budge until the woman caught up. Every so often, Bella just takes a liking to a particular person and insists on meeting them. The woman, as it turned out, was a dog person and thought Bella's behaviour adorable. We were going in the same direction and she was very pleased to walk with us and chat for 10 minutes. It turns out her own dogs had passed away last year and she missed them and also that she had only been in the area for a month, having moved from Western Australia. She was pleasant company.:-)

29^th September, 2011.
Thursday.

“Standing in Line to Wash sheets.”

Something takes place in Berry. I’m attending some kind event that entails sleeping over and I’m currently in a line for the washing machine, holding my bed sheets. Someone (a student from a previous school) has committed a minor infraction in the process and somebody else feels it’s an issue.

“Revision.”

I’m teaching a revision class that is very full and where the lighting is bright. It seems to include students from the past (Dane S is definitely there). I’m using the data projector and there’s some sense of several classes having passed in dreamtime style. I’m trying to teach but something is going wrong. John T, one of my most capable current students, complains that he can’t see the material on the board. I look and it is indeed faint. Is it written or projected? It appears to be mathematical equations, which would be all right if I weren’t an English teacher.

I go up front to check the equipment. Dane has apparently set up his laptop for the class but there’s nothing amiss with the simulation. The class is noisy and there’s music playing. I realise I have been too casual in terms of discipline.

Sofie enters the room with a handful of sheets. She wants to know if I’ve done a certain paper for revision yet. I haven’t even been aware of it, so I feel inadequate now.

Fragments:

I see a woman’s hands creating a map of Australia out of pretty pink girly fabric. Tasmania is a little heart tagged at the bottom.
I’m entering a public building with heavy glass doors. I pass a group of foreign men; some possibly wear turbans. One stops to smile at me and eyes me off with appreciation.

30^th September, 2011.
Friday.

“Sarah asks for the burger”

I seem to be in the first house G and I built together when Sarah Br arrives via the side glass doors. I go out to greet her and notice that we have a vivid blue ocean scene to the rear of the house, waves crashing dramatically. I take a moment to appreciate that.

Sarah has noticed a burger on the seat of an old car (circa 1960s) and asks if she can have it for her lunch. I tell her she’s welcome to it and she consumes it.

Now we go somewhere together and I’m not really sure what happens. I feel that some type of discord unfolds between us. At times Sarah’s body morphs into my son, F.

Notes: I went to primary school and senior college with Sarah and we were friends. In recent years we hooked up again on Facebook but Sarah was always very religiously orthodox and “unfriended” her school friends after we lampooned a particular Catholic evangelical movement we experienced in senior high school. I could eventually get her to speak to me again and then she just disappeared off Facebook altogether.
Like my son, F, she was dux of the school. I suspect the morphing also expresses that F has become a little too orthodox in his views lately only at the other polarity of rationalism, materialism and atheism.

“Wild Teens”

I seem to be another person, a teenager. I stand with hundreds of other kids along a high mezzanine that surrounds some kind of sporting venue below. We may be watching a roller derby (nothing I’ve ever seen IRL) but I’m not sure that’s really the right translation. I begin to jump up and down on the floor and others follow suit until we’ve created a substantial wave in the floor that has responded to our movement and we get to enjoy the ride.

The scene cuts to a rendezvous with a dark haired boy who was part of the game. We’re/they’re (because it has switched to 3^rd person) in a shower cubical in a public bathroom about to get it on.

Now the scene is of the girl’s father throwing the boy and a bunch of her friends out of the house. The father looks like the actor John Lithgow (yesterday I had to go to council to change address on our dog registration and the employee reminded me of the actor).

Fragment: Helping Narelle H find something to wear. (Haven’t seen her in a long while. Last time I dreamt about her we heard from them out of the blue the next day).

Quote:

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Originally Posted by B

I pass a group of foreign men; some possibly wear turbans. One stops to smile at me and eyes me off with appreciation.

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dreams exotically tinted are sheer delight, the awnings in a bazar ,burning myrrh the flash of a scimitar , the turban worn - delicious mystique.

Psionickx, it really wasn't at all exciting, just a remembered fragment. In fact, my dreams of late haven't been all that inspiring.

1^st October, 2011.
Saturday

“Disc Child.”

G and I appear to be parents to a blue disc person. It’s about 50cm tall and oval shaped and has a child’s mentality. We become aware that it has performed some misdemeanour with another child and we are now making it make recompense. This involves travelling through the screen of a television set (which usually suggests a movement into the mental plane). We sit closely together before the TV screen, ready to be absorbed through it. We take the dog us too but she’s somewhat smaller than her RL self – a puppy only. I hold the disc child on my lap and he squirms, evidently he doesn’t want to come.

Once through the screen it appears we clean up mess. There is a bit of playing with the puppy as an occasional distraction too.

Note:
It’s possible to read the blue disc person as a mental elemental, I suppose, and the puppy as an astral elemental. If so, I’m doing some work eliminating some childish or rubbish thinking.

“Teaching the Preliminary Class”

This dream seems to be set in the space where I went to church as a child; although the church isn’t evident it feels like that particular location. Again, I appear to be cleaning up pollution, including dog faeces.

Now I have a class of senior boys before me. I appear to be running lunchtime lessons for them because they are presented with a particularly challenging task: they need to make notes from a video (mental plane task). To help them, I watch and make notes too. I think I also stop the video and explain every so often. The class is very serious about the exercise and very attentive.

For a period, Trent Mitchell is present and appears to be involved in the activity. IRL, I admire Trent, an excellent year adviser and someone I consider a more advanced soul, despite his youth. I feel he is a great role model for the boys.

The activity repeats, as if it’s the following day. The boys are there again and we’re all working hard. I become anxious that this will take too long and that the boys will consequently miss too many lunchtimes in attempting it. I don’t want them to be exhausted and dissuaded by the challenges of the task but I also know that if they succeed they’ll be true advanced (English) students.

Note:
I imagine the students represent the work I’m doing on the mental plane. During the dream I understand the video but afterwards I don’t recall what it was about. “Trent” is probably a facilitator.
My senior students are much on my mind currently as their state exams are only two weeks away.

2^nd October, 2011.
Sunday

Late night at a 50^th birthday party. Dreaming was pretty much an extension of waking and I’ve been procrastinating writing this and even contemplating pretending I’ve got not recall at all.

“After Mick’s Party”

Still at the party. Music, movement, noise.

I’m in the house at Alexander with F.* The babysitting is over and we seem to have been left there in the dark (actually, this is sounding like a RTZ projection remembered as a dream– the house is only about 5km from where we live now).

Now I seem to be at a different party where Penny is cooking something like a stew or a casserole in a large pot. Sandro is there too and so are others. (Just before we left the 50^th, Penny invited us to a Halloween party at their house).

Now I’m back with and Brent and Kylie but it doesn’t feel like Alexander. They have given me a song to sing.

I’m briefly back out on a street and there’s something else after this, an interruption that seems more meaningful than the processing of the night’s events - a discussion with a male teacher. I don’t know how I’m able to even remember this. Wish I could remember it fully.

Back with Brent and Kylie in their house. I go off to a room on my own to learn the song. I’m searching for lyrics and they’ve given me a microphone. Apparently it will play throughout the house. I briefly wonder why they want me to sing anyway.

There’s a whole lot of forgotten stuff as well.

*F was babysitting for some friends that were also at the party. In one of those coincidences that happen, they rent our former home, which we haven’t been able to sell yet. So F knew his way around the house because he grew up there.

3^rd October, 2011.
Monday

I’m in a dorm with boys. Maybe I’m a boy too – not sure. I’m sitting on a bed when I realise it belongs to Alex A (a junior I taught last year) and vacate it for him. He seems grateful.

Now I’m outside with two or three men. A small bald man seems to be in charge. They have lift half of a heavy concrete planter, a semi-circle with a radius just over a metre, and throw it to one another until the dirt comes loose from the container. The bald man is excited, exclaiming there will be over 500 000 strands of DNA in the dirt alone.

4^th October, 2011.
Tuesday

“Silly yoga student.”

I’m living in a different house with dark floorboards. It reminds me of Steph and Andrew’s house in Berry. Andrew and Paul have turned up for a yoga class which we want to do in the backyard, only the land is uneven and it’s hard to stabilise.

Now Paul is zooming around in a miniature hot rod racing car. The scene alters and we’re inside and he’s actions are damaging the lacquer on the floorboards. Sheets of the material break off and I see G has a tolerant expression as he gathers it up. I feel bad that repairing this will mean work for him.

"Train to uni."

G and I have been making love. This part of the dream is warm and loving. The initial setting is unfamiliar - perhaps the house of the earlier dream. There are forgotten bits here.

Now I’m on a platform waiting for a train. G is there, worrying that I catch the right train (a recurring dream element) and instructing me on what to do but my mind is on getting to uni because class has already started. The train pulls in and I step on, ignoring G.

Now I’m hurrying across the expansive campus, trying to get to class.

A considerable amount has been forgotten as there have been many distractions this morning that have delayed recording. I do remember two station names (both actual) – Redfern and Burwood. The only thing they have in common, apart from being stations on the line I used to travel to get to uni as an undergraduate, is the reference to plants.

“White horses.”

My perspective is aerial without a sense of movement. Beneath me hundreds of white horses graze on green hills. I feel very neutral in observer mode.

5^th October, 2011.
Wednesday.

“Clearing away trifles.”

I’m sorting through items that are supposedly mine. I’m going to give them away and there’s a particular moment where I feel a real sense of relief and lightness about that. There seem to be a lot of fluffy toys. I reach into a sack and pull out other things. As I do I find jewels: large earrings and necklaces in a vintage style with sapphires. They capture my attention for a moment because I don’t remember having seen them before and I certainly haven’t worn them but they mean no more to me than the other things.

I’m hanging clothes out now. They seem to be things I will keep once they’re refreshed. It seems to me there are a lot of them but I guess you need clothes. Someone begins helping me. I don’t know if their identity is stable; in remembering it seems to be Peter P, a friendly older teacher from work but sometimes it’s Leslie, the art teacher, also significantly older than me and very friendly.

My attention is taken by something that initially looks like a statue and a chalice. These things are also unstable and become other things, stabilising into a doll that wets its pants!

8^th October, 2011.
Saturday

This dream is jumbled, like the dreams of the last couple of unrecorded nights, but the bits I do recall are actually quite vivid.
I’m looking for a toilet. I go downstairs accompanied by a woman who feels familiar. I cannot remember her having any form although she doesn’t translate as a “ghost” either.

Something happens down there that I think is an encounter with a vampire or some other type of threatening male entity. There’s no fear involved. I wish I could remember what it actually is – a conversation?

There’s something work-related now and I’m in a staffroom. I still seek a toilet (it’s not my physical body) and see a potty sitting on a chair. I go to the chair, which belongs to another and she doesn’t want me to use. In any case, I’m not prepared to use the potty with people present.

I continue seeking. I know there’s more of the same to the dream but I can’t recall the specifics. I think it resulted from some brief contemplation I made in the evening on the nature of social groups/workplaces. The interpretation in the second link below is probably more applicable in this instance.

http://thedreamtribe.com/urine-dream...rgent signals)
http://dreammoods.com/cgibin/dreamdi...&search=toilet

9^th October, 2011.
Sunday.

"Women's Conference"
I have been at some major event with my mother, my grandmother (departed) and my sister. All I remember about the event was that it was presented in a very large space that would fit thousands of people and presented by a woman. Of course, after the dream I cannot remember her words but there is a feeling of satisfaction and well being at what she spoke.

My mother and I are in separate vehicles (IRL she can’t drive). She has my grandmother with her and my sister is in the passenger seat of my car. We are meant to move on to a second event linked with the one we’ve just experienced. I’m waiting in the car park for Mum but she isn’t arriving. I wonder where she is and I briefly hear her voice transmitted into my car but it’s faint and tinny. I think she’s asking where I am, can’t remember for certain. A waking life thought invades: my phone went flat in the afternoon and I didn’t charge it before I went to sleep. The memory immediately cancels the communication from my mother (she hasn’t got my mobile number IRL in any case).

I decide to drive around the rather large car park and look for her but my efforts are useless. I begin to wonder if there’s another exit on the other side of the building and go off in pursuit of her. At this stage, I have an awareness that my sister beside me is somewhat insubstantial: she neither speaks and sometimes she doesn’t seem to be embodied, instead presenting as an idea. My grandmother was much the same and I’m teetering on realising I’m dreaming and that they’re dream figures.

When I pull out on the street I want to go left but I suddenly change my mind and decide to veer right. It shouldn’t matter as my intention is to drive around the block. When I pull right I encounter a traffic island; either I’ll have to drive on the wrong side of the road or go left again. Instead, there is a dream reality fluctuation and a division appears in the traffic island that I can drive through.

There are some deletions here because of the private nature of the dreaming but then I get to this bit:

"35"

Now I’m in a very large shop or possibly a mall. The section I’m in is a pharmacy and I notice a woman giving psychic readings on a platform. A number of people are lined up for her so I decide I won’t visit but I look around for a sign to inform myself about her. I see she only charges $35.

Note: Before the dream, I was reading about dream programming and contemplating programming one. I decided it would be too hurriedly done so I looked up a couple of tarot cards about my questions instead. Essentially, I’m gearing up to take on a counselling course with the hope of moving into school counselling but I feel I haven’t yet researched my options and potentials as well as I should have. Both tarot cards appeared to suggest rest for now but that’s at odds with my feeling that it’s time to seize opportunities and get change underway. My anxiety revolves around issues of workload: I don’t yet know what classes I’ll have next year and what stress levels will be like. There’s currently some politics and power play going on in the English department and while I’m not in the firing line, I do feel that I’ll be manoeuvred around to serve other people’s agendas.

Anyway, it seems the dream was happy to do some predicting for me and dream numbers have been a tremendous and accurate source of information for me in the past. Immediately I looked up hexagram 35 in the iching and it seems to endorse my course:
http://www.psychic-revelation.com/re...exagram35.html
http://www.paranormality.com/iching_35.shtml

10^th October, 2011.
Monday.

“Lindi in the boat.”

There’s something about ending up in a large pool of water earlier in the night with my former sister-in-law. She tells us someone has thrown up in B’s boat and we all need to help clean it. In response we (I don’t know who “we” are) tip water into the boat until it begins to sink. Our objective is to submerge it until it’s clean.

Note: I don’t believe I’ve ever dreamt of Lindi before. My reactions in the dream were helpful but emotionally neutral. In waking life, I don’t have a lot of respect for her and didn’t really like her a whole lot when she was married to my brother-in-law.

“Return to St _’s”

I’m out in an open place with a mixture of field and rocky ground. I’m with an unknown person and a current (gifted)Year 9 student, Kingston. We’re supposed to be improvising a play where I’ve been instructed that my character is to act selfishly. I work with the unknown person on how the story might develop but when we begin to perform it, I’m too slow to bring in the theme of selfishness and then I’m unsure of how to incorporate it. We’re to make a fire and I’m wondering how I might make selfishness play into that activity. I begin to concoct an imaginary group whom we oppose but that seems to create other tangents rather than an exploration of the theme of selfishness. They are supposed to come maurading over a hill and there’s a sense that I could create an actual group with my mind if I wanted to, causing me to teeter on possible lucidity.

The person I work with tells me Kingston has lost interest and left.

I’m walking on a path back towards my old work place. Numerous individuals accompany me but it’s the girls who gather close. One holds one of my fingers as a baby would and act affectionately, as the kids at my former school actually did on occasion. A dog walking on its back legs comes towards us and, just for a moment, I’m almost lucid again.

Note: This is probably due to a couple of recent encounters with female students from my former school. One I’ll write about in more detail a bit later.

Unfortunately, now I’m back at work with the women on my former staff. They maintain the cold attitude they cultivated IRL, despite the fact that in my dream it’s my birthday. We are in unfamiliar rooms with concrete walls and I call them on their tactics. A couple of the more uncertain make excuses for not having wished me happy birthday but they don’t actually compensate by doing so. The leader, Megan, announces that next she’d like the school to pay for her to take a trip to London. She’s certain it will occur and possesses a total sense of entitlement.

Notes: IRL Megan was able to bully her way into a trip to Rome for the canonisation of Australia’s first saint. It was meant to be for youth only and she far exceeded the age but she was able to take it off a younger teacher that it had been awarded to legitimately. This occurred well after I left the school but I continually hear stories of her various victories against people she dislikes in a school that continually empowers such behaviours. I guess I (and various others) still hope for a karmic backlash that never eventuates.

Year 12 Graduation Dinner last night so I went to bed late, not really expecting much in the way of dreaming but as soon as I closed my eyes there were hypnagogics. I remember a little ginger kitten playing because I enjoyed watching it.

“Honesty.”

I’m at a large outdoor event. I’ve got a feeling this is the second event I was supposed to attend during the “Women’s Conference Dream” mainly because I’ve just heard a woman announcer declare that her (?) book is on sale at a certain stand. I make my way towards it, wait in line and ask for the book when I reach the counter. I don’t know upon waking what it’s called or its nature. I’m told it’s $40.* I give the vendor eight $5 notes and she returns two $10 notes. I know this is wrong so I ask her if she’s sure and she mentally works it out and says she is. I still know this is wrong but I’m vaguely rationalising that maybe I got it wrong myself. In any case, I don’t mind the extra $20 in my pocket and I don’t insist.

*After recording yesterday’s dreams I remembered a reference to 40 even though I couldn’t remember how it came up. I hurriedly looked up the hexagram from the I-ching- Deliverance - but the fact it has recurred makes me consider its significance more deeply. I do remember experiencing 40 in a dream before and looking up possible references that suggested it was a trial period – like 40 days and nights in the desert.
http://theabysmal.wordpress.com/2006/10/27/i-ching-hexagram-40/

The following is taken from http://www.spiritualwisdom.org.uk/number-symbols.htm The idea of temptation is evident in the dream, so this is interesting. I’ll need to be vigilant.
40 Forty
A full or complete state of temptation (temptation arises when what is good and true in a person is challenged)

In the story of Noah’s Ark we can find several references to 40 including:
For in seven days I will send rain on the earth forty days and forty nights, and every living thing that I have made I will blot out from the face of the ground. Genesis 7:4
In the account of the journey of the Israelites from Egypt to the Promised Land there is this reference to 40:
The people of Israel ate the manna forty years, till they came to a habitable land. They ate the manna till they came to the border of the land of Canaan. Exodus 16:35
And in the description of Jesus in the wilderness we can also find 40:
And he was in the wilderness forty days, being tempted by Satan. And he was with the wild animals, and the angels were ministering to him. Mark 1:13

These are just a few examples of the use of 40 and at first sight they seem to have little in common. However in the last quotation there is a clear link between 40 and temptation – Jesus was in the wilderness forty days and he was tempted. Could this apply to the other quotations? Well, the Israelites spent 40 years going from Egypt to the Promised Land but it wasn’t an easy trip. At one stage they ran out of food and wondered why they had ever left Egypt, on another occasion they thought God had left them so they made a god out of a golden bull. In all sorts of ways they gave in to temptation and began to give up on their journey. Noah also had to make a journey but in his case it was in a boat for forty days and forty nights until finally he reached dry land. He was faced by a continuous deluge of rain and surely he too felt ‘tempted’ to give up and give in to the onslaught of the rain – but he didn’t.
Spiritually speaking we are all ‘tempted’ in some way when we are challenged to give up on the things we know are good and true and to give in to more selfish ways of living. And in the Bible a spiritual state of full and complete temptation is symbolised by the number 40. The spiritual significance of the number 40 is therefore 'temptation'. 40
Forty
A full or complete state of temptation (temptation arises when what is good and true in a person is challenged)

In the story of Noah’s Ark we can find several references to 40 including:
For in seven days I will send rain on the earth forty days and forty nights, and every living thing that I have made I will blot out from the face of the ground. Genesis 7:4
In the account of the journey of the Israelites from Egypt to the Promised Land there is this reference to 40:
The people of Israel ate the manna forty years, till they came to a habitable land. They ate the manna till they came to the border of the land of Canaan. Exodus 16:35
And in the description of Jesus in the wilderness we can also find 40:
And he was in the wilderness forty days, being tempted by Satan. And he was with the wild animals, and the angels were ministering to him. Mark 1:13

These are just a few examples of the use of 40 and at first sight they seem to have little in common. However in the last quotation there is a clear link between 40 and temptation – Jesus was in the wilderness forty days and he was tempted. Could this apply to the other quotations? Well, the Israelites spent 40 years going from Egypt to the Promised Land but it wasn’t an easy trip. At one stage they ran out of food and wondered why they had ever left Egypt, on another occasion they thought God had left them so they made a god out of a golden bull. In all sorts of ways they gave in to temptation and began to give up on their journey. Noah also had to make a journey but in his case it was in a boat for forty days and forty nights until finally he reached dry land. He was faced by a continuous deluge of rain and surely he too felt ‘tempted’ to give up and give in to the onslaught of the rain – but he didn’t.
Spiritually speaking we are all ‘tempted’ in some way when we are challenged to give up on the things we know are good and true and to give in to more selfish ways of living. And in the Bible a spiritual state of full and complete temptation is symbolised by the number 40. The spiritual significance of the number 40 is therefore 'temptation'.

“The Lebanese Family.”
I begin to walk and a large family group draw my attention. They’re behind a mesh wire fence and I decide they’re probably a Lebanese Muslim family like so many of the boys I teach at school (funny Catholic school, I know :D). They’re singing on a microphone in turn and it resounds throughout the outdoor venue. Some of them sing in what I assume is an Arabic language but the younger ones sing in English with the accent that has become so familiar to me in recent years. I try to hear their lyrics but it’s hard to make them out. I watch them for quite some time.

“F’s homecoming”

I’m waiting on the lounge with H for F to come home and telling G we should go get him. G is resistant to the idea and I’m questioning why I don’t just go and pick him up myself. There’s no sense of where he is.

Suddenly F comes home. He’s in school uniform and looks really weary. I’m sorry we left him to find his own way home and he comes and sits on my lap like he did when he was small.

“Air Show” (Lucid- but too briefly!)

I’m in the front yard of the home where I grew up with G and the kids, gardening. Suddenly and dramatically planes start flying overhead. The first I notice are two jets, side-by-side, with thick jet trails. I know G loves an air show and naturally he’s impressed. More and more planes fly over and, while we do see planes from the air shows that happen at the navy base 40 minutes from here IRL, we never see this many planes at once. Something flies over my head that looks like a fan and I begin to wonder how this could be part of the air show. I state, “This can’t be real, we have to be dreaming,” and I think G is disagreeing. I’m almost pulled back into believing the dream but I just don’t buy it in the end and start to feel that familiar “wobbly” feeling when you’re lucid and need to do something quick if you want to stay in the dream. Damn!

13^th October, 2011.
Thursday.

“Apricot carpet”

Anne D is in “my house.” Is it the Seven Hills house? She rolls out apricot coloured carpet she apparently bought back in the 80s and it seems she’s going to use it at the house. Does she hold it against the wall as if she’d carpet the wall?

“Baby gets her way”

I’m looking after a baby – not mine, someone else’s daughter. There’s some awareness that others haven’t known how to care for her but I have good instincts in this respect. It’s hard to recall exactly what I do with her but it seems G might be there for some of the dream and making his suggestions.
There is an odd part I do recall well. I’m standing in a bathroom and there’s a red toy car, the type you activate with a remote. It comes into the room behind me and then doesn’t move. There’s some type of mental communication from the baby (or the car itself?) that this isn’t what she wants and I’m able to alter the car with my mind. It leaves the room and returns, transformed into a light blue car of an older model from the 1970s.

“Jewish District”

G and I are travelling on our bed. When we arrive, we appear to be in an ordinary sized room, like a bedroom. I tell G I’ll need to put on some pants now we’re here (I slept without pyjama pants because it was too warm to wear them) and I notice an adjoining room behind us where there’s an attendant at a desk.

I’m not sure if this is our destination or an entirely different dream but we’re now in a Jewish district with the kids. I see several shops that seem to have hundreds of candles on display and Yiddish or Hebrew writing on their signs. There’s a museum too. We’re on our way to a cinema, our reason for being here, and we’re going to see a renowned film that supposedly opens the mind to spiritual knowledge. When I know this, it seems like we're accompanied by a woman I perceive as tall, knowledgeable and possibly invisible. Laughingly, I make a comment about wondering how F will respond to the film because he considers himself a sceptic (in the true sense of the word).

Note: The Jewish dream may have been seeded by a couple of references to things Jewish in my WL: a year co-ordinator was telling me about Years 9’s yearly trip to the Jewish museum in Sydney and a student handed in a creative writing where his persona was a Jewish boy.

Well, it was Rosh Hashanna last week and Yom Kippur a few days ago. Maybe that had some influence. Of course, the whole 'people of the book'=spirituality may also have something to do with it.
FWIW, the toy car image was interesting- I associate red cars with men and blue cars with women, even though I'm a woman and prefer a red car myself.

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Originally Posted by C.F

Well, it was Rosh Hashanna last week and Yom Kippur a few days ago. Maybe that had some influence. Of course, the whole 'people of the book'=spirituality may also have something to do with it.

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I positively wouldn't know this. I can honestly say I have no Jewish friends or acquaintances nor have I ever had any. I simply don't meet Jewish people!

As for the second dream, I look at it but can't see reason for the colours or the style of car. I think really it was just an exercise using mind in a dream environment.

Do you remember my pm a few months ago? I had a dream about you connected to Israel. You were then a teacher in a classroom asking us about 'typical professions of Jewish women'. (Well, actually it was "in Israel" literally, but as Israel is always associated with the Jewish people rather than the Christian or Muslim people living in this area / country, it is almost synonymous in this context).

Oh Volgerie, I'd totally forgotten about that.:D

15^th October, 2011.
Saturday

Lots of dreams last night but I can only recall the later sequence.

I didn’t record yesterday because my memories were vague and I was in a morning rush. All I remember now is something about a teacher, a tall man that is perhaps H’s Physical ed teacher, outlining something so I would know his plans for for H’s development. (IRL, both the teachers who teamteach H P.E./sports skills have nothing but wonderful things to say about his maturity, leadership and reliability which, you know, makes a parent proud).

“Precocious Son”

In the main dream I have given birth to a brand new baby boy. Of course babies are a frequent recurrence in my dreams but this one is very memorable. He is born like a normal baby but develops his intellectual and motor skills at a phenomenal rate. I realise quite soon in the dream that he’s mobile within days of his birth and that I cannot even remember particular milestones like rolling or crawling – he just does those things. That’s not to say he’s not vulnerable; I still need to look after his little body and I do so with great care throughout the dream. Though there’s a lapse where I leave him in the bath temporarily unattended. As I mother him, he converses with me with mature knowledge but simultaneously he does cute baby things.

"Visitors"

There are a series of visitors throughout this dream but I’m not sure they all come to see the baby. One is my best friend M who rings from her car outside my house and says she and G have just gone for a drive for something to do (she lives 11/2 hours drive away IRL). I’m disappointed they don’t stay long. I can hear that it’s raining in the dream and I’m pretty certain this is because of actual rain throughout the night.

B, my older sister visits too. She comes to see the baby and nurses him. I notice her breasts are particularly large in this dream and she says she feels the letdown reflex holding the baby.

Now I’m in the backyard at Seven Hills. Kristy, a young colleague from work (a PE teacher) and former student, is ironing outside. I notice one of her dresses on the pile and pick it up to examine it. I tell her it’s pretty. Then I see she’s ironing our things and tell her to leave them, I’ll do those. The dream becomes less real and more vague here. I walk up to the back corner of the backyard and there seems to be a puddle of lava I need to avoid to reach something – I’m not sure what, some kind of food perhaps.

Now another excited woman arrives but I can’t identify her post-dream. She’s excited and asks me why I didn’t come to the Egyptian Party. I tell her I never heard about it.

"Distractions"

I’m driving now and there are young women, gymnastic performers who run ahead of the car and slide up light poles. Then they hang outwards and I wonder if one falls if she’ll come crashing atop my car. I move to the middle lane just in case but a woman runs out in front of my car and stops. I brake and I’m annoyed. She moves away but I can’t remember how to find the accelerator and can only feel the brake with my foot.

Did you ever read Taltos? (by Anne Rice)

No, I read Menoch and Interview but never Taltos. Why do you ask?

Because the book is about a woman (from a certain lineage)who gives birth to a being that grows to adult size quickly after he's born. It's been years since I've read it but your description reminded me of the birth scene. It's one of the sequels from her 'witch' series- IMO it was better than her 'vampire' series.

I thought that would be the dream you referenced.:-)

16^th October, 2011.
Sunday

Another late night so, again, I’m surprised to have had some very vivid dreaming. I had to make quick morning notes because I was out all day.

“Rescue Man”

This dream is like a comic strip and I don’t recall the plot a whole lot but the theme was one of being rescued. There was something about two (atomic?) bombs and somehow my persona was key in the bad guys being able to set them off. Naturally, I don’t want to be part of that and don’t have to be because the super guy flies down and swoops me away. He reminded me physically of one of my yoga students though I didn’t relate to him as that person in the dream. Perhaps this is an indicator that I can rescue myself from potentially incendiary experiences in waking reality by being like Paul.

“Martial arts”

I’m walking along a path in a dream that is as vivid as a lucid dream but I’m not lucid. There’s a grassy area to my right and up ahead slightly I see a crowd has created a circle to watch something. I receive the information that it will be a martial arts display between women. Even though the word “display” is used and IRL this is something I would watch, I decide that it will be aggressive and I don’t want to witness that.

I continue walking and end up in a queue of travelling people in the type of dream I’ve come to dub an energy stream dream. Sometimes I have dreams like this that involve large numbers of people moving in one direction, on foot or in vehicles or in water and there’s always a particular feeling that accompanies such dreams. This one’s a little different though because I become impatient with a couple of men in front of who aren’t moving fast and I want to overtake them. An invisible guide is beside me, a tall male, and he reminds me to fly. I don’t really fly above and before them but the act of floating vertically a metre above the ground brings me pleasure and calms my impatience.

“Shifting Dimensions and the Gnome Madonna”

I’m in “my” bedroom, which feels like it’s located in the house we lived at before this one, in H’s former room. Proportions keep changing in this dream so that sometimes the room and its items are larger and sometimes smaller. I think someone “older” has shown me to my room – probably the guide figure from the previous dream.

I look around it and see that I’ve apparently painted the walls a sky-blue but there’s a textured panel too where I’ve taken a smaller paintbrush and mixed in some white strokes with the blue. I then see the poster that Tina, my best friend from high school, gave me when I was 13 and that adorned our bedroom wall through that period of our childhood. I thought about that poster about a week ago and wondered then if my memory of it was sufficient to reproduce it accurately in a dream. It was definitely accurate only much larger than it had been in RL. Now I’m at the light switch and I notice grubby fingerprints on the wall beside it. I wonder when my hands have ever been this grubby for them to have created such an effect.

Now I’ve peered into a jewellery box, which is suddenly an incredibly large, wooden toy box with a lid. Size-wise it’s probably over one-and-a-half metres long by almost that wide and comes up to my chest. The lid weighs nothing at all and when I lift it I see the entire chest is full of stuffed teddy bears. Some I recognise as toys my children had. Upon waking it occurs to me that it would have been a good idea to have shown more curiosity and dug down deeper into that box but I don’t because suddenly my attention is elsewhere.

There’s a bedside table and I notice a small statue of the Virgin Mary but she’s a most unusual statue. She’s actually a gnome with a little stub nose and gnomish proportions all in traditional blue Mary robes. She also has gnomish baby Jesus on her hip in a very normal everyday gesture that you never see in Madonna depictions. She begins to talk and her first words to me are, “Do not worry.” This totally surprises me and then she says something else I don’t remember. I cannot accept her sudden animation and decide she must be some kind of toy, like a magic cue ball. No sooner do I have the thought than she transforms into something less organic and more robotic.

18^th October, 2011.
Tuesday

Earlier dream: joining in a game at someone’s instigation that entails running back and forth about the distance of a bowling lane and gathering something up.

“Strange Gathering and the Hard Diving Shark”

I’m with Rod and Louise and we’re dining at a café, discussing an upcoming strike. This causes Lou and me some anxiety but not Rod as he moved out of teaching. We seem to be there awhile and other things happen that I’ve forgotten.

They get up to go to the counter and I follow but when I see they’re getting coffee I decide I don’t want it and return to the table. The seating arrangement has morphed into long tables of greyed wood and a girl has started stacking chairs. A bunch of people, myself included, chastise her for doing so because we’re not finished and she has to unstack them again.

Now I’m in “my” bedroom, my house being continuous with the café. My bedroom is a very large room with windows to the floor and filmy curtains. I’m closing it up for the night and realise it has at least 3 doors so it takes a little time.

Then, for some reason, I decide I need to go elsewhere in the house and I’m upstairs turning off lights to the outside balcony. When I do I hear voices protest and realise there was a party going on and I turned out the lights, so I quickly switch them back on. They’re energy saving lights so they take a little while to illuminate and I wish they’d hurry up. I see the motley, unfamiliar group and gesture through the thick glass that I apologise. I use the Namaste signal and they understand.

Now, one of the women, thin, 40s, with a long brunette bob, is almost guiltily confiding in me that she’s put her baby on medication – the same medication her mother took. I reply that some things are genetic.

Now they’re on their way downstairs. As we pass through the entry way I begin to examine the floor closely. I can see there’s something wrong with it. It’s not the tiled area of my RL house and I’m not too sure what the surface is but it’s something earthen. There are small worn patches, little irregular depressions, and I think these must have formed from foot traffic. Outside, a plump, balding father tries to lift his little girl over puddles on the uneven cobbled path that leads away. I laugh when he places her sandaled foot right in a small pool of water and comment on what he’s done. Initially he’s about to deny it but then he laughs too as he places both arms either side of me and encloses me to the wall. It’s much too intimate for my liking but I’m playing it cool. He comments on all the wonderful space under the house. I look and can see under the house now and there is indeed a lot of space. I joke that’s where my husband buries all the bodies and the man laughs and is gone.

Now I’m further down the path and Matthew S is there with his sister Coreena. He seems a little younger and I sense my own kids walking behind me and there’s a feeling they’re younger too. Matthew is in a lot of pain and groaning. His belly is hugely distended and his naval is exposed beneath his t-shirt and looks weirdly white. I say to Coreena that she must get him to a hospital immediately and my children chime in agreement behind me but she says no, he’s booked during the holidays. Then, in one sudden, horrifying moment something falls out of Matthew. It might be bowel, it’s certainly tubelike, bumpy and grey, but it’s Y shaped and the bumps look a bit like spine. Coreena bends down, picks it up and shakes it about as she declares, “I know what this is: it’s a hard diving shark – Matthew must have swallowed it.”

Just back from walking the dog. On the return trip I had a feeling of apprehension, as though I should keep her on the lead. So I put her on for a bit until we rounded a bend. My feelings are frequently verified in these instances but there was nothing there and I decided I was being paranoid. I'd felt apprehensive before leaving and even taken the key in case my son accidentally locked the door - not that he ever has. Anyway, I was still contemplating the fallibility of sixth sense when Bella shot forward to engage another dog who'd come bounding around the next curve. His owner is one who doesn't believe in leashes and walks her dog by using a tennis ball launcher. Thankfully it was all growling and tussle and the other dog shot off when Bella gave back as good as she got. By the time he'd come back for more I had her in my arms and his owner had appeared. She gave me a dirty look and I returned in kind then she asked if my dog was okay and I asked about hers.

Next time, I'll keep her on the lead even if I think I'm being paranoid.

20^th October, 2011.
Thursday

Disjointed recall today.

“Hair Dye”
There’s a young man selling goods at a small counter at what appears to be a service station, attached to my home. I want to buy hair dye and he seems to have them under his counter. I tell him to match it to my hair colour and I see through his eyes as he looks at them. Then he gives me something else entirely.

“Three Boys”
I find three small boys outside on the ground beside a fence. Something has happened to them – perhaps they’ve fallen off the fence. I pick two of them up and hug them but the third child appears to be on the other side, even though I have no trouble seeing him, so I send my sons to tend to him.

Omission

Fragments:
I’m at a function where I see muffins or large cupcakes on a table. I place them in a container so they remain fresh.

I’m standing near a pew and G is talking to someone. That person leaves and we take their spot. I’m glad that G and I are finally alone.

21^st October, 2011.
Friday

“Accelerating and Braking Simultaneously”

I’m doing some kind of work that entails watching a TV screen. There’s another woman doing the same and an older male supervisor. While we work, there’s some kind of work party occurring. It’s grand, maybe even a ball.

I’m in the car park, about to leave along with the partygoers. Things get hairy and I’m having trouble reversing because I have my feet on the accelerator and the brake at the same time. I can’t seem to figure that it’s impossible to move that way and the car strains to accommodate. Suddenly I spot that I’m about to hit another motorist so I stop but so does he so I’m about to go again but he does the same and there’s a minor collision. I feel it’s my fault but he begins apologising so I let him believe it’s his fault. I get out and inspect but there’s no damage other than a miniscule spot on the duco near my right headlight. It might have even happened before the collision. I tell the other diver there’s no damage and he’s happy.

Then my car alters, becoming the first car I ever owned: a Triumph Herald. It takes off on its own, rolling away, and I pursue it on foot. It won’t behave itself and I worry there will be a real collision. Eventually it parks itself so I approach it and begin to address it like a human. I apologise for how I’ve treated it and tell it I won’t do that anymore and it is placated.

Notes: Lately, I’ve been thinking I’d like to enrol in an online counselling course. I’m reluctant, however, until I see what’s on my plate in the 2012 school year. I’ve asked to return to fulltime work because my son wants to go away to Canberra for university. It may or may not happen, as there are a series of staffing considerations to be taken into account. If I do return fulltime, it may mean they load me up with senior classes.

I have resorted to an online tarot read for a bit of guidance and it seemed to imply I shouldn’t act but, instead, should rest. This isn’t really what I wanted to told because I’d like to enact a change and I don’t believe manifesting generally occurs without effort. So, I programmed a dream asking what I should do and, as you see with the car dream, there’s a real problem with accelerating while you’re braking. This doesn’t solve my problem by offering a clear direction so much as describe the dilemma.

So, it put me in a bit of a mood this morning that had me grumbling at my guides as I climbed in the car to drive to work. Essentially, I was complaining about my impulses being at odds with what the guides were apparently advising. I mentally asked the question/whined: “So, do you guys even care if we’re happy doing what we’re doing down here? Do you even want humans to experience joy or is life supposed to be relentless toil?” or something to that effect. I had in mind too something I’d recently heard on a radio programme about humans only having very limited free will, essentially being the property of The Creator. I switched on the radio and caught this part of a song:
But are you mine?

[Chorus]
I wanna make you happy, I wanna make you feel alive,
Let me make you happy,
I wanna make you feel alive at night,
I wanna make you happy…

“Bella lets off Steam”

Bella stretches out on the floor at my feet. Suddenly a whole lot of steam emanates from her body.

No useful comments, except that the image of Bella letting off steam made me laugh. Perhaps she too has issues with ownership?