Beekeeper's Adventures in Consciousness

[Beekeeper]

I've decided to start keeping a journal of selected dreams and other experiences. I've not done so until now because a lot of these events are personal or merely trivial but I see the value in sharing dreams and whatnot from reading other's journals, so I'll give it a go. I'll select what I share based on what I judge appropriate. Your insights are welcome, of course.

[Beekeeper]

2011.07.08
Friday

“The Living Statues”
I had trouble recalling this and had to lie in bed for a while before I could pull it back. It was very vivid.

The first thing I recall about this dream is carrying statues into a display room. I know there was more before this but it’s lost. I’m very enthusiastic about the process.

I’m able to bring these statues to life by staring at them; however, I think they can choose not to animate. I am totally enamoured of them, each one of them.

Other people enter and move about the room examining the statues. I’m biding my time while they are there. While no body’s watching, a female statue comes alive, thrusting her smiling face towards me. She’s very beautiful, reminding me of the actress Barbara Eden. There’s a little more waiting to be alone with the statues and, when the others are gone, I bring another to life. It’s a reclining man statue. He’s only about a metre long with a stout, dwarfish body and a button nose. I love him in any case; I love all of them. As soon as he animates he begins to cry childlike because he doesn’t want to be alive. He soon transforms back into stone. I walk to the end of the room and two or three small statues animate and begin to dance. It’s as if they couldn’t wait for me to approach them, they are so excited to come alive. I dance with them and feel joyful.

[Beekeeper]

Wednesday, 13th July, 2011.
“In the Garden of the Wolf and Fox”

I’m in a large, verdant backyard that is enclosed by a wooden fence. A cacophony of animal sound surrounds me, making me feel joyful. I’m seated on a wooden bench with its back to the fence. Before me is a large tree with roots that arch out of the ground like a Moreton Bay Fig. There is a fox there and it’s likely I’m not recalling the whole dream because I know in the dream that this is the second fox I’ve seen.

Suddenly a huge wolf appears and sniffs it. I’m simultaneously mildly alarmed for the fox (though the wolf is only a few metres from me, I don’t feel endangered) and delighted by this appearance. There’s seems to be an artistry in the scene, like a drawing from a children’s fairy tale. The wolf’s furry body curves beautifully as the fox lifts its nose towards the wolf’s. In fact, the overriding feeling is one of whimsy. Suddenly, Harry, my 14-year-old son, is in the wolf’s place, then an old man. Both are subsequently either side of me on the bench.

Harry and the old man have apparently been in conversation. I catch it now. It appears that the old man is religious and I cringe a little as Harry tells him we don’t go to church.

I hear a strange howling and ask the old man what it is. He says it’s the foxes.

Now the scene changes to a place like a casino. I’m a few metres from Harry, watching him across gaming tables. He is gambling on some type of game, gathering a whole lot of cards into his hands.

[Beekeeper]

14^th July, 2011
Thursday
“Driving to the Movies”
I’m driving to a movie with Wendy M and Catherine G in the back seat of the car. I glance back at them, their generously proportioned bodies comfortably rubbing shoulders. It doesn’t occur to me that neither has met IRL.

Now we’re returning from a movie for which I have no recall. I drive all the way back to my suburb, where the ladies will pick up their cars. Afterwards, I realise Catherine must drive all the way back to Wollongong.

I ask Wendy if she still has a pool (she doesn’t have one IRL but does have unobscured ocean views) and she tells me they’ve gotten rid of it. I drive down a little lane to have a look at the excavated site.

“The Sanitorium”
Now I’m in a room, on a lounge that appears much like the lounge in my living room. (Interesting, I was imagining myself lying on this before I fell asleep last night). I’m watching a girl singing and then become vaguely aware of others around me. Her voice is tuneful enough but it lacks volume and richness. I initially think she's Claire S, a girl I went school with, but she's too young.

Now I notice a boy to my left who is talking to me. Someone has given me a platter with appetisers on it; I don’t know what they are. It’s been there a while and, though I know I should eat, I have no real interest in the food. I experience an extreme languidness and at some point I realise that I am convalescing in a sanatorium. The boy appears normal, even though I perceive him as an inmate as well.

I’m just outside the back door. There are bins there and some cardboard boxes have been left lying around. I proceed to disassemble them so that they lie flat and I can put them in the recycling bin. A couple of boys - maybe Joe and Bryce, a couple of my eldest son’s friends who are sleeping over - approach and chat with me while I do this. I cannot recall what they say to me.

I can hear a device beeping and it wakes me. I listen for it again but there’s no sound, it was still part of the dream.

[Beekeeper]

Listened to the Robert Moss interview at this site: http://annehill.org/dream-talk-radio/podcasts/ today. Had released after the fox dream that the old man looked like Robert Moss and was, therefore, a return DC. I thought it was interesting, then, that during the interview the topic of dream foxes arose. I'll have to return to my journal and re-read the other "Robert Moss" dream now.

Found it:
2011.07.03
Sunday
There’s a bit that seems to belong here but I’m not sure. I seem to be talking to a professor, who looks very like Robert Moss and we’re in a bed. I become aware of my nakedness, which I don’t like, but there’s nothing sexual and blankets cover me so I’m not exposed.

[Beekeeper]

15^th July, 2011.
Friday
“Device in the water”
I’m teaching a Science class in a section of the hall, using a projector. A colleague has placed some device in the ocean not far away. As I begin my lesson, I become afraid that the device cannot be left in the water this long, so I leave my class unattended. Then, I realise I can’t do this but when I return, they’ve all disappeared.

Note: This was my dream trying to get me up to make sure everything was all right regarding my period.

“Supporting Mum”
I’m upstairs outside unfamiliar rooms in a grey hallway. I know Mum is within and there are many people with her. My sister is with me but not as a vivid physical presence. Mum is dealing with ghosts and J is worried about her. I am confident I have the solution. I’m not sure upon waking what that is but in the dream I have the resources to enrich her life.

“Inviting the UFO back”
I’m walking in a wooded area that I interpret as being streets near where I grew up but there are actually no streets such as this. I feel that I’m coming home from school but these streets are north of my childhood home and my primary school was south. I’m not quite a child either. There both is and isn’t an impression of a school uniform and a straw hat (like we wore in primary school) and there’s a sense that I’m a girl and a woman simultaneously.

Above me but not far away a flying disc appears. I’m thrilled to see it and watch intently as it disappears into treetops. I call out that that wasn’t enough and that I must see it/them again. It reappears from among the trees and again I’m delighted. I mentally communicate, asking them to talk to me psychically.

“Festival with the Vet and Companionable Dogs”
I’m in an outdoor venue at some kind of festival (this is a recurring dream setting for me). This time G, I and others are seated at a food testing table. The local vet is the chief judge and I’m watching him dish out various foods that contestants of a cooking competition have made. As he dishes out fruit preserves he explains that he allows for extra water because they had to be made so quickly. I know nothing about preserving fruits, so I take his word for it. I like the little touches he makes in preparing his food for consumption. He garnishes the food as an experienced chief would do and displays it with artistry expect for when he tries to stand up something like toast, only darker and stiffer, in a bowl and breaks it.

His dog and mine have gone for a walk down a grassy easement that cuts into the land as one would expect a creek to do. His dog, a sleek black creature* and mine , walk companionably, shoulder-to-shoulder and I am much relieved and surprised that my dog is so calm and behaving herself with another dog. After some time, however, I feel I should go check on them and, when I do, they’re on their return journey, as peaceful as ever. An elderly lady with a dog of her own has stopped to admire them.

Now G is with me and I’m recalling the UFO I spotted earlier. I’m telling him how wonderful the experience was and he’s enthusiastic as well. Then I say, “It was too good to be true. It was probably a dream, huh?!” and he agrees with me that this was probably so.

Notes:
I wake up before I can do anything lucidly but, at least, there’s no chance of having forgotten the UFO part of the dream.

With the exception of the first, I’m not at all sure of the order of the dreams and even suspect them of occurring simultaneously but I do know what the final thought was.

* The sleek black dog is the one that in a dream a few years ago latched on to my belly, right of my navel, announcing the onset of a health problem that I still haven’t dealt with due to issues regarding health insurance that prevented a bit of exploratory surgery. Those issues are resolved now so I can book the procedure when it suits me. I suspect the dream resulted from listening to an interview with Amy Brucker, a dream researcher who has explored dreams that give health advice. This dream seems to be quite a positive one and I’m pretty sure there’s some food advice in there too: lots of fruit and water will preserve me.

[Beekeeper]

Nothing much for Saturday in terms of dream recall. H had an away game, which meant an early start, a team mate pickup and an hours drive. I could only recall a dream about dogs and didn't record it until now. There were a lot of them playing when a brutish-looking charcoal-silver male appeared over a hill and the dogs of various breeds scattered, some picking their puppies up in their mouths, which I thought curious. It unfolded that he wasn't vicious, just excited to join the others and they settled again.

When we took the boys plus one to lunch after the game, I noticed a very similar dog coming the other way, pulling on its leash. It was marginally smaller than the dream dog but, otherwise, the same with its very distinctive colour.

While away after the game, we also went to see friends' holiday house (their son is also in the team) and I experienced deja vu.

During the trip, I mentioned someone who'd moved away a month ago, wondering how their family was getting on and we received a call from them that evening to give us an update. They're not that close and the call was unexpected. G felt it was surprising that I'd mentioned them.

[Beekeeper]

17^th July, 2011.

“Fellowship”
I’m at the dining table of the house where I was raised. To my left sits Michael Timpano, a colleague from my old workplace who teaches Italian. To his left and my right are other Italians. We’re huddled and the man on my right, who looks suspiciously like Robert di Niro, has an arm thrown over my shoulder. The feeling is of fellowship and happiness.

I’m trying to talk about work but every time I do Michael jokingly censors me. He says I must talk about anything but work. I find it challenging, apparently.

For some reason I feel I must type that at some point I swoon to the floor as if deflated. I think I resist it because it makes no narrative sense, as if dreams are logical!

Now a bus arrives out on the street and I am drawn to it, Pied Piper style. I look down and notice I am bare-footed but it doesn’t really worry me, somehow I know others are bare-footed and also in their pyjamas on this bus. I board it and sit to the front. It’s almost full and, again, there’s a feeling of fellowship and also of having done this previously.

That’s all. My husband stirred and it woke me and that’s the only dream I could recall from the night.

[Korpo]

Well, the Italian language evolved some terms for enjoying life - "dolce vita" (the sweet life) and "dolce far niente" (sweet doing nothing) that are noticably absent from other languages. I guess there's a reason.

[Beekeeper]

Well, you know Oliver, following the dream I attended a Spritualist Christian service for the first time. The people (mostly women) were quite welcoming and I found myself speaking up when the minister said anyone could add their opinion to what she'd just said about abstaining from judging others. Another woman spoke, pretty much repeating what the minister had said and I couldn't help myself. I said I believed that it's fine not to be judgemental but we can still exercise discernment, privately recognising ego defences in others as we recognise them in ourselves. The minister was surprised I'd used the word "discernment" saying she'd heard it clairaudiently while driving to the service.

Then there was a brilliant speaker who talked about healing her cancer with diet and meditation and an amazing OBE.

Towards the end of the service the woman beside me told me she thought I had a great singing voice, which was really sweet, and asked me what my experience was regarding this kind of service. I said none and she was surprised. So, that was kind of cool but a bit embarrassing too.

Then there was a lucky door prize (I kid you not) and, well, you know I'm lucky so I came home with a cutesy angel figurine. I knew I was winning it before I'd won, even tried to undo it because I didn't want to be that conspicuous.

The minister did pyschometry readings for about 30 people. So, the service was a lot longer than I thought it would be and I had to get home and do some stuff before work the next day but I said hello and complimented her choice of speaker. She told me about a centre they run and asked if I'd be back next month. I said I would. Overall, a pretty positive experience of fellowship.


19^th July, Tuesday
“Triple Wedding”
This dream begins as a TV show but then I become a participant. I’m watching a small, plump, balding man as he prepares himself to be the best man at a wedding. He’s struggling to hold his shape, however, and keeps shape shifting back into his true form as a woman.

Now I’m at the wedding. It’s a triple wedding, the three brides all ready but the grooms not having arrived. I’m in the wedding party, aware of myself as an observer rather than a player. Thus, I’m not concerned about appearance or role. I look at the faces of the brides. My vision has a zooming function that lets me look closely without being close. One of them is Helen D, a girl I went to school with. Another looks like Nick H, a boy that attends school with my son. This boy was born with encephalitis and his brain was affected, making him overly large and mentally slow. The bride in the dream, however, is of normal intelligence and quite short, despite a largish head. I don’t really look at the third bride, instead noticing an array of little flower girls to my right. All of them wear exotic silk costumes and I think them very sweet. A tall, attractive bridesmaid begins to speak to me. She explains things about the wedding and the people that I don’t know and that I don’t recall upon waking.

I’m becoming impatient for proceedings to begin, wondering why the grooms haven’t arrived. The bridesmaid wheels in an IV drip and attaches a catheter to her belly. She explains her condition needing this kind of treatment at intervals.


Ran an extra class for my seniors this morning during which I had a deja vu.