In preparation for tonight’s dream I am carrying a small silver heart in my front pocket. Each time I touch it I touch in with the Gulf in my heart and mind.
Tonight I’ll set my intention to have a healing dream for the Gulf, its waters, inhabitants and neighbors!
Tomorrow, whatever I dream, whether it seems to relate to my intention or not, whether it’s a fragment or a full narrative, I’ll post it here (using the COMMENT function below).
I invite all of you to do the same! Please share your dreams, your reflections, intentions and experience with group dreaming here. This is a rare and wonderful opportunity to dream in harmony with hundreds of others from around the world!
I look forward to reading your dreams in the morning & the days to come!
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August 10, 2010 at 11:26 pm
Virginia
I cant remember my dreams clearly, though I did have several, and they were all similar. The message was, it’s not about the superficial, the results, the actual oil spill per se. That’s a symptom of a deeper cause. The work needs to be done behind the scenes–in the place of cause. It wasn’t complex. It seemed rather simple in that place.
August 11, 2010 at 1:32 pm
Tzivia
Maybe not complex but important and the idea is certainly not simple. What do we do in the background, behind the scenes … to heal this issue … what is the deepest root of the cause, etc.
August 11, 2010 at 11:26 am
Ava Wolf
3 Dreams to report, to the best of my recollection.
I am in a large classroom attending a meeting. I have a large chocolate bar that I intend to share with a group of children with Downs Syndrome who are expected.
***
I am in relationship with a cruel, controlling man. Physically, he is in good shape, maybe early forties, not unattractive. I have the impression of dark hair slicked back, but I don’t think I ever really see his face. He takes me for a ride in the country to his country home. Just outside the house there is a cage with a child in it, a girl, about 2 years old, with a pacifier in her mouth. I am horrified and tell him to take her out. He tells me that she likes being there. She remains silent at first, looking at us with large, dark, troubled eyes. He almost convinces me that she does like being there. I do ask the child and she says, taking the pacifier from her mouth, “No! Take me out!” I demand that he open the cage and take her out, and the next thing that happens is that he does open the cage, I go in to comfort and retrieve the child, and then he locks me in as well, walking away with an evil, satisfied snigger. I am furious and frightened. I tried to figure out what I can say when he returns that will cause him to let us both out, and begin to rehearse: demanding, ordering, begging, cajoling, pleading–and I know that ultimately it probably won’t matter what I say, the man will keep us both there as long as he likes.
***
I am at some kind of camp. I am working there, I think in some sort of research, but there seems to be something shady going on. Two children, siblings, are in the room I find myself in. The younger child, a girl, appears to be sleeping–but she will not wake up, and upon closer examination is burning up with fever. I think she is the same child that had been caged (previous dream), but my impression now upon waking, is that this fevered child is younger, not yet a toddler. Neglect is indicated at the very least, and I want to call 911, to have the child hospitalized and the parents arrested. It also turns out that the father is a talented artist who has used special technology to produce a book with an animated, life-like cover of a beautiful young woman in a pool of water, swimming–but there is the feeling that both the technology and the young woman have been exploited.
***
August 11, 2010 at 11:49 am
Riva
Exploitation of technology and people; power over… the field in which the rape of the Earth Mother takes place. As Dreamers, we bring on board the power of the Divine Feminine. It IS the medicine!
August 12, 2010 at 2:57 am
Tzivia
One really gets the sense that you were busy doing your best to heal and protect in these dreams … and it’s not surprising that incubating a dream about global healing and the Gulf situation would net dreams that reveal situations where help is desperately needed!
August 11, 2010 at 11:44 am
Riva
I don’t remember my dreams this morning, which is more usual for me than not. Today I began the first of three days during which I will be joining my Muslim sisters and brothers for their Ramadan fast. I’d set my clock to wake me for the first of the five daily prayer periods. When I finished that, I went back to bed, set the dream intention again and closed my eyes. I clearly saw people jumping from the Trade Center as it burned. I smelled jet fuel, terror, death; understood the choice to jump rather than burn and was all-in-all appalled by the scene I was seeing and appalled by the fact that my first step into a Muslim practice had brought me to this memory. I’d imagined myself to be one of those people who didn’t associate bin Ladists with the billion or so people who identify as Muslims. Last night I’d driven past the hole in the ground that was the Trade Center, shaking my head at those who would stop the Islamic community center proposed for nearby. This morning, in this revery, I am once again struck by the smell of jet fuel. It’s the heat of the jet fuel that has caused the inner core of the towers to melt. It’s the jet fuel (mixed with hatred, of course) that brought the towers down. It’s OIL. Oil is the drug that has countries at war with each other, the drug that has people thinking that crashing planes into buildings is a good idea, that allows for the destruction of every sort of planetary habitat that there is. May we Dreamers be the healing! Tikkun Olam, Mitakuye Oyasin, All My Relations
August 11, 2010 at 12:14 pm
Ava Wolf
Thank you for your comment on my dreaming, also for your report of your night, and morning reverie. Too often, perhaps, in looking to do things “the right way,” I will dismiss what is happening in me if I judge it wrong, not according to directions, not “what was supposed to happen.” Had you chosen that path, I would not have gotten to read your deep experience of the morning.
August 12, 2010 at 3:00 am
Tzivia
I’ll second Ava’s comment. I’m so glad you shared your experience and your reflection on your experience! Thank you. (And wishing you strength in your fast!)
August 11, 2010 at 1:37 pm
Tzivia
Dream Report 8-11-10:
Dream Intention: Tonight I dedicate my dreams to healing the Gulf of Mexico; its waters, inhabitants, neighbors and all who were affected by the spill.
DREAMS:
I am in a country house, with a group of people, sharing sleeping space, etc. I’ve been assigned a mattress on the ground on the first floor in the “living room area.” I’ve poked around upstairs and think the bedrooms there, which are shared with two, three, five people, look much more beautiful and comfortable. I petition with the organizers to change my bed space. I’m making my case to the organizers saying my mattress is on a low platform on the floor and the beds upstairs would be easier on my knees (about a quarter of a truth … I have a very mild knee condition, barely even a condition). A young woman tries to convince me the living space is much nicer because there are no walls. I tell her I like the walls of the small bedrooms. “I like walls,” I’m saying. I think she thinks I’m uptight. I explain, I’ve slept in yurts, tepees, and many kinds of places, it’s not that I haven’t tried other things, I just know that I like walls. A housekeeper type reports that there are openings in rooms two and five upstairs, if I’d like to move. But then realize I’m unpacked already and it may be too much trouble to move.
Meanwhile, the days drag on. We’re in a remote country area (New Englandy or even English-countryside) and there’s “nothing” to do. I have a book I decide to read.
The book seems to be written by the organizers of this group experience. It’s written collectively, so the author’s voice keeps changing and I find the content to be moralistic and didactic. The writing of course is also uneven, since some authors are better writers than others.
Meanwhile, I flip through the pages and see there are illustrated pages toward the middle of the book. The illustrations are done in black ink and they have an amazing degree of detail. The pictures are extremely realistic. One panel depicts a large black dog, I think it’s a Nazi dog somehow. This is a page about real evil and clear moral decrepitude. At the same time the picture of the dog is both beautiful and terrifying. The black ink is so complete in its blackness and there’s a almost a life-like sheen to it.
I decide to bring the dog out of the picture into “real life.” I draw the animal into the room and into three dimensions easily, but I’m immediately horrified at what I’ve done. The dog has fierce teeth, it is every bit the menacing figure from the picture. It is a large Doberman-type breed. The dog is very close to me and there is something (my wallet, or money or a credit card) in its collar. My mother is there now and she’s telling me to get the wallet/money/object. But it’s directly over the dog’s throat, beneath its sharp-tooth-filled mouth. “No way!” I say.
I back slightly away from the dog. I command it to “Sleep!” (as I’ve seen hypnotists do.) The dog flops onto the ground, limp and into a deep, drug-like sleep. I then decide to change it into a harmless poodle. I set my intention, wave my arm and the dog is transformed to a black Standard Poodle. It gets up and is playing with us. Now it is no longer scary to get the wallet/money/object out of the dog’s collar and I do so easily.
After petting the dog for a bit I decide it’s time to return the animal to the book it came from. I tap the page of the book and command the poodle to return to the pages. The dog makes a willing leap onto the open book, but nothing happens. It paws at the page and sniffs at it, but cannot re-enter.
[The night’s dreams continue in this setting, and revolve around the theme of there being nothing to do, exploring the beautiful heavily decorated rooms of the house, etc.:]
A storm is raging outside the house. I’m in a bedroom with my sister and brother. We’re staying here for the weekend. There’s a red/orange firefighters jacket on the floor from my childhood sleepaway camp – I’ve taken it from my sister when we were back home, and now worry she’ll try to take it back. I call on my brother to protect us in the storm and simultaneously wonder what on earth he can do.
Looking at the clothes on the floor of our room I notice there are just a few patterns for the fabric of the many items of clothing. There are interlocking circles, light brown and turquoise on a white background, for example. It seems these days they are using fewer bolts of cloth to make all the clothes from. It’s something we’ll get used to, seeing only a few patterns repeating on different items of clothes.
Lots of scenes where I’m bored, wondering how I’ll pass the time here where there’s nothing to do. I have books to “read” on my iPod, maybe I’ll just do that. But I’m having a hard time settling into the wide stretch of open time. I keep thinking “I can’t wait to get home.”
END OF DREAMS
August 11, 2010 at 1:56 pm
David Kahn
August 10-11
Dolphins
I had a two-part dream. I only recall fragments from each. In the first part, I remember seeing lots of dolphins that were swimming/playing in and out of ocean waves. In the second part I was watching, along with others, a kind of joyful/silly comedy music dance routine performed by two men who looked alike and were wearing identical looking costumes. The costumes looked like black wet suits. The two men were doing their routines on a boardwalk. The others and I were in the water looking up at them.
August 12, 2010 at 3:02 am
Tzivia
How lucky to have had a chance to cavort with the dolphins! And to witness joyful silly performances. Maybe a reminder to us all to bring grace, intelligence, humor and play to our healing work!
August 11, 2010 at 4:43 pm
Deborah Merchant
I am honored to join this esteemed group of Dreamers, ‘dreamers’ in all senses of the word.
The dream I had regarding healing the Gulf was long and detailed, as many of my dreams are, so I’ll try summarizing. In the dream, I was a teenager going to a city to live with my father. Of course I had fantasies of what this would be like. While I was welcomed enthusiastically, the reality was quite different than my fantasies. The city had a European feel and look to it. My father in the dream lived in a big open room with rooms that appeared as needed. The open room was a giant workshop, and while it seemed quite spacious, it also included papers and tools for tinkering with many ideas and inventions. He had a large family. He was very happy to see me, welcomed me into his family, and it was almost as if he was waiting for me to choose to be there. He had no sense of separation from any “other” family, which is how I was defining the family I’d left in order to find him. In fact, he did not understand my thinking. As we got to know each other, all of us, we went to the different places he frequented. He seemed to know everyone and vice versa, and everyone seemed to love him. We visited cafes, restaurants, offices and more. If something needed done while we were there, we pitched in. The richness of our day was incredible. All these additions did not seem to use up our day or prevent us from gettind done what we set out to do, such as, if we had an appointment. Different ways my thinking or emoting was not consistent with his world got revealed a lot during this dream. I kept expecting at least one person to have a less positive response to him, for example. Or, when something happened and I became afraid, (or did I become afraid and then it happened? I actually cannot remember), I was shown in the gentlest way, infused really, with energy I cannot name. The fear melted, or anger etc and all that was left was calm. This allowed the distressing event to restore to its perfect expression. This is a shortened version of the dream. I believe this was a dream about consciousness, mine and others’, and how so much of what we think is normal thinking/responding that is “realistic”, or that we “have a right to”, even us spiritually developed people, is actually alien or a mutation or still immature, some version of different than what we are truly intended for and able for. I know this dream had to do with the Gulf, and with forwarding human consciousness on behalf of our relationships with all the other species on this planet.
Thank you all for inviting me to join this group.
August 12, 2010 at 3:03 am
Tzivia
And thank you for bringing your powerful dreaming energy to the effort! Welcome aboard!
August 11, 2010 at 9:23 pm
Bobbie Ann Pimm
I had a dream that was about my entire family getting together (it’s a BIG family, LOL). So I’m taking that to mean that we must join together as a family.
August 12, 2010 at 3:04 am
Tzivia
I like your interpretation of the dream! It’s a wonderful intention!
August 11, 2010 at 9:52 pm
Shannon Brook Olson
I had many lovely visions of the gulf and other waterways I have known. In some I was simply admiring the beauty from the shore, in others I was swimming. These dreams were short and fairly rapid, though quite serene. By the time I became lucid, they had about ended and I could not access any further details.
In my second to last dream, a lucid one, I was at a museum of sacred relics. It was open, but after “normal business” hours. I got a great parking space and was excited. There was a ground floor entrance and another entrance up a winding staircase. I chose the stairs, and although my legs didn’t seem to be working well, I slowly wound my way up. Because of the late hour many of the exhibits were closed/blocked by sofas. I was physically tired in the beginning and had to rest on the sofas. The caretakers of the museum and I laughed at the irony of me finally making a visit and the exhibits being closed. Instead of being disappointed and frustrated about what wasn’t open, I calmly walked around cherishing what I could see. The caretakers noticed my peaceful demeanor and the exhibits began to naturally open when i approached them. The volume and beauty of the sacred relics was beyond dazzling and I was invited to not only admire, but also play with them. I took my time petting crystals and caressing ancient figurines. I felt like a child with free reign of the Wonka chocolate factory! I developed a friendship with the caretakers and the sacred relics, confident my return would be welcome any time.
In my final dream, also lucid, I was in the garden of a cabin/house I had been visiting. There were two groups, one of people and one of elementals. As I was sitting with my group of elementals I suddenly realized I had the ability to time travel, while remaining completely present to what was happening around me on the earth plane. It was beyond receiving psychic information. I was fully of conscious of all my dimensions at the same time. The moment I shifted into this gear, I recognized it and knew that I would always be able to access it. I quietly went to sit by myself under a grand old tree. One by one people from the group came up to me for counsel.
I feel my final two dreams of the night were gifts from the spiritworld for my participation in the new moon healing dreams for the Gulf. Let’s make this a monthly event!
August 12, 2010 at 3:06 am
Tzivia
What powerful, beautiful dreams! And yes, we do plan to continue this each month at the new moon! So pleased to have you on board!
August 12, 2010 at 2:21 am
Grace
Hello everyone. I couldn’t remember my dreams, but have feeling traces of the last one, which involved people coming together. There was actually something simple and enjoyable about it. Known and shared.
Yes to monthly dreaming!
August 12, 2010 at 3:09 am
Tzivia
I strongly believe that remembering the dreams is just the icing on the cake … our dreaming minds and magic are out there whether we remember the results or not. I’m so glad you shared your dream traces. It sounds like the essence was recalled even if the details were lost!
August 14, 2010 at 2:49 am
Victoria
11 August, 2010
Flying sucker sieve/funnel [spout upwards]
somehow almost vaccuumed the oil
ready to move it elsewhere [precisely into what I was unsure]
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http://www.acfonline.org.au/2010
It was thought that if there were ever a comparable oil spill near the Great Barrier Reef, the entire reef would be covered in oil, and may not survive it.
ACF – 2010 election
http://www.acfonline.org.au
August 17, 2010 at 1:57 am
Tzivia
Thank you for posting, Victoria … and my apologies to you and others whose posts were delayed in appearing here … a little glitch with wordpress, which I hope I’ve straightened out!
August 15, 2010 at 6:04 pm
Ava Wolf
I was so looking forward to taking time to be with all the dreaming; sadly, this last week has been one of waking state overload for me, which seems to be escalating as of this writing. I appreciate everyone for dreams and comments; Deb and Shannon, so good to see you here.
August 17, 2010 at 1:56 am
Tzivia
I hope things settle down for you, Ava! Rest, relax, rejoice!
September 10, 2010 at 3:32 am
Bobbie Ann Pimm
Not much of a dream for me and I am sure it’s personal, but since dreams can have multiple levels of meanings, I share it here:
I am walking on the beach at night with (my cousin) Kathy. We walk to the shoreline. I leave her and lie down in the sand.
I am then walking around a shore town with all of {her family}. Don’t remember much except I think at one point I was standing on something higher above them — like a warehouse dock or platform — maybe a parking lot?
September 20, 2010 at 8:26 pm
Josephine Goffe
I am a student at the College of Metaphysics, and on September 8, 2010 the teacher of the dream interpretation class gave an assignment to incubate a dream. The assignment was related to the new moon. We were instructed to invite healing for the planet earth.
Prior to retiring for the night, I read the assignment, wrote an entry in my personal journal, and prepared my dream journal for the next morning. I had three dreams during the night.
1.
T* (graduate teacher) was giving instructions to me, and others (doctors, teachers, and students) at the College of Metaphysics, as to how to prepare a cylinder shaped container.
2.
I am on a walkway with several men. We were all going in the same direction. There are trees, tree barks, tree leaves, and tree branches under foot, and around. I am the only woman. There was one man behind me and he was attempting to push me to the side, he wanted to get in front of me. The man in front of me told him that I was the boss, and he should leave me alone. I don’t know why we were in line other than we were to receive something.
3.
A measuring tape was being used to measure me from the floor upwards. My garment was brown and it had a 3- inch lace hem, which was made of plant life (tree bark, etc).
Interpretation
The theme of the dreams is a state of preparing a space, or making space to receive. In the first dream, because I am on the College of Metaphysics campus, and the other people are students and teachers, this indicating that aspects of all divisions mind is preparing to receive knowledge. The second dream is revealing a natural state of mind preparing to receive, however conflict as to whether I am in the right place, or deserving to receive. The dream confirm that I am in the right place to receive, and I do not need permission.
The third dream is bringing attention to how I express outwardly.
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