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What do you do after you dream with us on the night of Oct. 7? It’s easy! Post your dream right here as a comment! Or, if you didn’t remember a dream, just reflect on the process, your intention, etc!
Together our dreams and comments create a sense of global community and connection … which is healing in and of itself.
So: Intend, Dream, Heal, Post 🙂
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October 8, 2010 at 2:04 pm
Ava Wolf
I have pieces of 3 dreams.
First, I am driving my 12-year old charcoal Volvo through what seems to be a combination of a college campus, and the VA Hospital campus in which I work. It is not clear where the driveable road is, what is road, or what is walkway. I take my best guess and wind up going off road into a field. I park and leave my car. There are children swimming in a swimming pool bordering the field I have left my car in. It begins to rain. It pours. When I get back to my car, I realize that my car’s tires have become somewhat mired in the mud in the field, and I wonder–in a kind of neutral way without a lot of accompanying anxiety, if I will be able to drive the car out of the mud. My husband is there (from whom I’m in the process of separating), and he has something critical and unhelpful to say about where I chose to park. This is par for the course.
The second dream involves arriving a meeting and encountering a young woman with whom I have had some differences. In waking state, there has been some estrangement, although of course I continue to feel some connection and the working through of energies seeking a rebalancing of the situation. In the dream, she greets me fairly normally, for the first time since the estrangement, and I feel gladness and some relief.
The third dream involves a return to the scene of the car in the field, the swimming pool next door, and a new school setting. Kevin Costner is a student teacher. The “regular” teacher is a thin, aged 45-ish woman with a pointy face and old-fashioned-looking wavy, auburn hair that she wears in an up-do. Kevin Costner is in charge in the moment that I enter the dream. He needs to discipline a small boy maybe 6 years old. I believe the boy’s name is Michael Sorenz. He takes the child and begins by lifting him up and holding him. As he tells him what he wants corrected in the child’s behavior, the child wriggles at first, struggling against him. Kevin continues to speak softly and gently to him, and within a short time the child ceases to struggle and collapses against Kevin’s chest, sobbing. There is a feeling of energy flowing again in the situation, and a great sense of overall kindness.
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Yesterday, I was speaking with Riva about the multi-leveled, multi-dimensional nature of dreams and how so many levels tend to be contained within one dream, even within one symbol in a dream–from the personal, to the collective, to the dream in which there is literal, accurate information about physical reality conveyed–truly, levels too numerous to even name. In the same vein, when I find myself questioning the value of dreams that seem to primarily concern my personal healing and integration, rather than appearing to be what I will call the realm of The Big Dream, I remind myself that my personal healing may well be an integral part of planetary healing, as I am part of, and connected to, The Greater Whole–also that the entire gestalt of dreaming retains an undeniable Mystery that remains opaque to my own vision–yet some of that Mystery may be penetrated by others. It is with these thoughts that I offer these dreams of last night to this group of beautiful dreamers. Looking forward to all the dreams.
October 11, 2010 at 1:56 am
Tzivia
Yes, yes to the multi-tasking nature of dreams 🙂 I agree that they operate on many levels at one time. They are so compressed and compact, multilayered and multi-dimensional. And I also believe (as echoed in Chief Seattle’s quote above) that our personal healing is directly connected to the earth’s healing! Thank you for sharing the dreams and reflections!
October 8, 2010 at 3:13 pm
Riva
This I know. I dreamed all night. In the intervals, when I came to wakefulness and watched the dreams skitter away from my ability to grasp them with my memory, I took heart in the knowing that the work was happening anyway. This happened over and over until morning when I awoke for the day, refreshed.
In the early morning of October 6th, I dreamed that I had dinner and stayed the night at The White House. I include this because I believe it’s relevant and I’d already begun incubating on the the 6th. Dinner was a big deal — the whole stately shebang. The president was someone who was an amalgam of all the actors who specialize in playing the part of mafiosi. In the dream, he was a likable enough chap. The dinner was comfortable, sociable which seemed surprising given the nature of the event. The next thing I remember was being in bed in some state room in The White House. I was speaking on my blackberry with a friend, a man who in waking life I haven’t seen since high school, when he was a young teen — a few years younger than me. He was someone I would describe as a male person I could tolerate and, in the dream, he was himself (all grown up, that is) as well as someone else I knew in High School who I’d describe the same way. At the dinner, my ex-husband, who I also describe this way — a man I could tolerate — was present also. All these men fall into the category of non-macho men. I know this was an issue for my ex. Thankfully, he’s over that now and has been a wonderful father to our daughters. Back to dreamtime… As I was finishing the conversation, I noticed a door opening in the room I am in, and two giggly teenage girls exit, noisily, not noticing me in the bed at the other end of the room. In order to leave the room, they must walk through it, right past me. Several things strike me as I watch them cross: I know that even if the girls HAD seen me there, their behavior would not have been different and, also, I wonder how and why I’d ended up with such a crappy room — though until that point, I hadn’t known it was crappy. The dream closed with me fumbling with my blackberry, attempting to text Ava where I was and what was happening. I read the time on my blackberry as 6:30am, but I knew it wasn’t too early to be in touch with her. I continued fumbling, unsuccessfully inputting txt when my blackberry of waking life chimed its 7am alarm. I was completely confused and laughed, realizing I’d actually experienced what Tzivia says was an opportunity for lucid dreaming, because my fumbling had me looking directly at my hands! Oh well, perhaps next time.
October 11, 2010 at 1:58 am
Tzivia
The ever-elusive lucid dream 🙂 Sounds like you were getting awfully close!
October 8, 2010 at 4:33 pm
David
I gave myself the intention to remember my dreams. Boy did it work. That’s the good news. The ‘bad’ is that I was up nine times during the night writing my dreams. Here are two of them.
2. Cursor and blue circle
I’m moving the cursor along. I must let the cursor rest for a second or so on a blue circle that is surrounded by a stunningly beautiful lighter shade of blue before continuing the movement. The circle will expand when the cursor rests on it showing more of its gorgeous blue color. I lost concentration at some point and wondered if I had already rested the cursor on the blue circle or had not and still need to. I wondered about the consequences of doing it twice.
4. To swim or not to swim
I’m swimming by myself in a large lake or ocean, others are swimming nearby. I am swimming a long distance and am feeling very good. The only problem is that on the way back it is shallow with rocks protruding out onto the surface of the water. I am being careful trying to make sure I don’t hit the rocks. I reach a rendezvous place. There is a boat in the water there. Several of my friends are there around the boat. One says we can wait for Peter, he will pick take us back by boat. I think someone there is Peter, and call out “Peter.” He says he is not Peter, I guess he just looks like him. I am undecided whether to wait for Peter. The shore is not that far and I know I can easily swim it, and I like to swim. The only thing is that with a lift I would not have to walk the long distance on land back to where we started from.
October 9, 2010 at 9:04 am
Riva
The man I was speaking with on my blackberry was named Peter!
October 8, 2010 at 7:18 pm
Tzivia
My night of ‘group dreaming’ started off well. I woke at about 3:30 a.m. with two dreams that seemed like they were offering an entree into the theme of my intention:
1) I dreamed I was learning to build and building a large fire for a group of dreamers!
2) I dreamed I was learning about a big prize, like the Nobel Prize … I was being instructed about the ins and outs of the prize. (Maybe the winner would be someone who could help stop global warming or some such!)
Since most of my more developed, lucid (literally or figuratively) dreams usually come between 4 a.m. and waking, I was looking forward to seeing how these dreams and themes would unfold.
But then, lying awake after jotting down the first two dreams, I smelled something funny. It was a faint smell so I was going to roll back into sleep and dreams, but then something about the smell tugged me out of bed.
On investigating, I found that I had not turned my gas stove all the way off before bed a few hours earlier. There was no flame, but the dial was on low. After switching the stove off and opening all of the windows in the house onto the 50 degree night, I got back into bed.
Even though I checked everything carefully and was sure there was no danger, (there was now plenty of fresh air in the house, the smell of gas wasn’t strong to begin with and I’m pretty sure my stove has a safety mechanism that stops the gas after a certain period, etc.) still my mind was racing and I thought the rest of the night of dreaming (what little was left, and hour or two at most by this point) was doomed.
But I reset my intention and tried again. And indeed the anxiety about the gas hijacked most of my dreams, but there were themes I think worth mentioning:
1) significant characters in many dreams were Asian, Chinese and Japanese
2) I dreamed of a group house where ‘groovy’ young people were living in community, I had a very clear and intentional vision of their space (including a series of beautiful pictures with Chinese writing on them) and had a conversation about God with the main character (but I was telling her I was distracted by my worries about the gas).
3) A few dreams of groups of people (including a few groups of women) meeting, celebrating, having fun into the wee hours of the morning. “Why are you all awake at this hour?” I kept asking dream characters — but the mood was festive, easy-going … no one (except me) was fretting about lack of sleep.
4) I dreamed I was having an iPhone video conference with my dad and he was giving me a warning.
etc. etc.
Hopefully next month I’ll have calmer conditions for dreaming 🙂
–Tzivia
October 8, 2010 at 9:27 pm
Gale
Thank Goodness you didn’t die!
October 9, 2010 at 9:09 am
Riva
To wake up from dreaming Global Healing in order to, “turn off the gas” (stop the pollution) hardly seems besides the point!
October 9, 2010 at 9:14 am
Riva
Oh yeah, and how about those smartphones!?
October 8, 2010 at 9:26 pm
Gale
Dream Title: Autumn Visions of Rebirth Or How I Wish I Was Tripping
My sister Jill, Tammy (an old friend I am still close to), and I go into to a store. We see on glass display shelves little finger pop up stuffed Easter puppets. Each has a springtime motif, such as little figurines, and one distinct one of magic mushrooms that are purple, brown, and green. We playfully handle them, see how they work. I comment that these are the same ones we saw last Easter.
October 11, 2010 at 2:00 am
Tzivia
What a healing gift … a dream of rebirth just as we enter the gathering darkness of autumn! Thank you for sharing!
October 11, 2010 at 6:33 am
Joanne
I had a healing dream on the new moon dream about something that had taken a long time to heal had finally healed. .
October 12, 2010 at 3:23 am
Laurel Clark
First of all, Tzivia, it sounds like your subconscious mind did a good job of waking you up so that you could turn off the stove! I’d call that a successful dream!
I only remembered a fragment: an image of the Mona Lisa. I went to bed with some anxiety about getting enough sleep, because I was giving a day-long seminar the next day (October 8th). Also, I was a participant in the International Assn. for the Study of Dreams Psiberdreaming Conference (an online conference) and there was a remote dreaming contest that night … so I was a little conflicted about dreaming to heal the earth or testing my psi abilities to do remote viewing. And, knowing that I needed to get some rest before the seminar, I decided to dream whatever dream needed to happen for personal and planetary healing.
So … the dream I remembered was an image of the Mona Lisa. I am still contemplating what this means. I don’t have a particular resonance with that painting, am not an artist or art historian. I do see her image as being still, steady, unruffled by emotion … so perhaps it has to do with how I can be still and steady and calm in the face of upset … not sure and will perhaps incubate a dream for more clarification.
October 13, 2010 at 12:45 am
Barbara
Not nearly as clearly connected to healing as your dreams. In my dream, as I woke: I am auditioning for an opera audition that is coming up in November. (I didn’t think I would audition, but had considered it). My audition went okay which is not the usual for me (unfortunately). I didn’t get a verdict, but felt really good about auditioning well. I take the dream as an indicator of a possibility that I could audition well if I prepared properly. I probably won’t audition, because of time commitments, but it did help repair some damage to my musical self-esteem that’s happened recently. So it was a dream of healing in that respect, I feel like I have a healthier perspective on my abilities as a result.
October 13, 2010 at 6:17 am
Cybele
The sound of thousands of people chanting in Arabic “there is no God, but God”, with layers of intensely beautiful instrumental music greeted me in my dream that night. In the dream was with close friends, we were joining a “zhikr” festival. (The words means roughly ‘spoken remembrance’ of the divine.)