Beekeeper's Adventures in Consciousness

[Korpo]

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.

[Beekeeper]

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!

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 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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

[Beekeeper]

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).

[Kali's Child]

“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.

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

[Beekeeper]

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.

[Beekeeper]

“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.

[Beekeeper]

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.

[Korpo]

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.

[Beekeeper]

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.

[Beekeeper]

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.