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November 7, 2010 at 2:37 am
Marte
May grace, love & light fill the hearts and minds of all beings who are suffering in any way or feel separate from spirit.
And may the earth be the recipient of the healing as well.
November 7, 2010 at 1:17 pm
Laurel Clark
Dear Tricia,
The School of Metaphysics teachers are all gathered this weekend for our area Teachers Conference … a meeting for teachers of the mind and consciousness to continue their education. Our weekend is full with many classes and creative projects.
Before going to sleep, I invited the teachers at the meeting I was hosting to dream to heal the planet Earth. Some background information about the day’s events:
Last night we watched the PBS movie “The Edge of Dreaming.” Following that, the teachers composed a song in honor of a “Great World House” (from Martin Luther King, Jr’s Nobel acceptance speech … spoke of humanity inheriting a great world house in which we have to live together).
The School of Metaphysics is envisioning a building for our World Headquarters, a place for people of like mind to gather for education, communion, and to serve humanity’s needs. We are seeking support of all kinds — talent, vision, funding … we invite people to contribute. The group composition was one way the teachers are aligning their minds with this vision.
here’s a You Tube video made by students at the College of Metaphysics about the dream of education for Intuitive, Spiritual Man and the building of the “Great World House.” :
So … I went to bed very late and woke up to an alarm which jolted my much longer dream from my mind. I remembered this fragment:
We are writing a song together.
I interpret this fragment to mean that when we create together, we can harmonize, which brings about wholeness = healing.
Thanks for the opportunity to aid in Global Healing!
November 7, 2010 at 6:27 pm
Tzivia
Thank you for this posting. What better healing image or action is there than that of harmony and creating music together!
I had a musical theme in my experience of incubating and dreaming, too … but the music didn’t come out as literally in the dream 🙂 I’ll post mine below.
November 7, 2010 at 11:59 pm
Laurel Clark
Dear Tzivia,
Oops! In my haste to reply, I typed your name wrong. My apologies; I know your name is Tzivia, not Tricia :).
November 7, 2010 at 1:59 pm
Laurel Clark
I am a teacher at the School of Metaphysics in Des Moines, Iowa. Dr. Laurel Clark presented this dream incubation idea last night. This is the dream that I awoke with:
A large building, a school building, is the focus. I felt rushed by my own thoughts. I needed to get going. My teacher instructed us that their was one tree left to plant. As this was happening I had to leave, only to come back to acquire my personal items. The tree that was being planted outside was a big tree, larger than a 14 ft tree, almost looking like a smooth-bark maple tree. The dirt was white. The tree lost its leaves while it was planted. I felt left out because I had to go before everyone else.
Interpretation:
I am in a state of mind for learning, and I desire to move on to another way of being. I am aware that this learning is for my growth and development as an individual. There is a thought-form (the song and its impact on the development of the HQ building for the School of Metaphysics) that is put into motion in my mind substance to develop (white dirt). This movement was done without full care and respect to the thought, (hence it was disturbed as it was planted and lost its leaves.) I felt a sense of depression in that I wanted to be somewhere else towards the end but felt most of myself had to stay.
Additional commentary:
I need to be hot, or be cold. I need to be where I want/need to be and be united in my own mind. I need to apply my awareness and understanding of subconscious existence to more areas of my life and deepen my understanding of the properties of that mentioned substance. I need to care for my mind and respect what I am doing. Also, the more I can plan ahead the easier it will be to adjust to changing plans, and then I will feel less rushed.
November 7, 2010 at 11:58 pm
Laurel Clark
Dear Tzivia,
The dream above is from Rory Colgan; not from me! He didn’t change the reply form and used the same computer I did to post my comment. I don’t think I can edit it, so wanted to add this comment.
November 7, 2010 at 2:20 pm
Anne
Last night I dreamt I was talking to a young girl, my daughter (I don’t really have any children). She had not been able to resolve some conflict, and I was telling her we need to sit down and work through this conflict, because if she can’t work through these things now, she will not be able to as a grown woman either.
Next scene, I am in charge of cleaning girls’ bathroom. I only have a dinky swiffer cleaner, and when I enter the bathroom, the giant toilets are over-flowing, and there are Piles and Piles of shit everywhere!!! And vomit too. Different colors, in sculptured piles everywhere. I turn around and make my way through the shit path, to the exit. We are going to need more than the swiffer thingie….
Gross, but deep dream I say!
November 7, 2010 at 6:29 pm
Tzivia
I agree! Both are deep, each in their way. So good to hear from you!
November 8, 2010 at 1:47 am
Ava Wolf
Hi Anne, thank you for this dream. Many years ago I participated in a dream group based on the work of Robert Bosnak. The facilitator was a Jungian. There were a couple of sessions where everyone was dreaming about shit and toilets backing up, and one member had the reality happen in her waking life. The facilitator was so happy to hear about all this shit! She said that Jung viewed shit as an alchemical element in dreams, and that he was always excited whenever someone dreamed of shit. Makes sense, right? Fertilizer and all? So creative too–the different colors and sculptured piles everywhere!
November 9, 2010 at 12:15 am
Anne
Yay, I agree. Metaphors are very helpful here. Thanks.
November 7, 2010 at 2:33 pm
Ava Wolf
When I came on the site to post, I was very moved by Marte’s prayer. Thank you, Marte. I had 3 dreams that I remember pieces of; the last one before waking contains the most detail.
In the first dream, I have taken my mother (who is one week shy of her 95th birthday today) somewhere–I think a doctor appointment. I am waiting for her at the bottom of an escalator. She comes down the escalator in a wheelchair naked, except I think she does have some slight covering across her lap, it may be one of those adult diapers. I think she also may have her head wrapped in a small white towel, as if she had just had her hair washed. I think she must be exhausted and cold, but she is of surprisingly good cheer, and says she is OK. I dreamed this dream in the dark of night, and when I awoke I did not write it immediately, but made mental notes. I remember thinking if my mother in the dream is The Mother (as well as my mother on the personal level), that though She has been violated and stripped, she is still somehow doing OK, still surviving, very strong, bewilderingly tenacious.
In the second dream, I am an employee working in an office. I cannot remember the work I am trying to do, only that someone else is using the equipment or the program I need, and that I cannot do my work. However, I am also supposed to pretend to be busy. There is the feeling that the work itself is meaningless, and that I am also supposed to pretend that it is not. Several co-workers stop by my desk and drop off holiday-wrapped gifts, many shapes and sizes. I am taken aback, unaware that any kind of gift-giving was expected. Every single gift is a gift of candy, not good for me to eat, though I do have the attraction to it. I don’t eat any in the dream, and have mixed feelings also in the dream about the joy of receiving gifts and the conflict that the gifts are really unwanted. I think of how many people have said to me in recent years, “Don’t get me a gift. Make a donation to your favorite charity in my name.” And yet for me, there is nothing quite like the pleasure of giving or receiving a personal gift that reflects being remembered, truly seen, valued and appreciated. I am also struck by my dream in participation the corporate environment of The Man–the meaningless, the pretense, the covering up with gift-wrap of something sugar-coated yet essentially not nourishing.
In the third dream, I am at an interfaith gathering of a school called OneSpirit. I am there with Riva, although we are not seated together. A group sharing is in process in a large auditorium. A fellow student of Riva’s (a man I actually am acquainted with in waking life from many years ago who it turns out is also a OneSpirit student in waking reality)–shares about how he has found love with a beautiful young man who is seated with him. He goes on to share that his love has opened him up and that he has started therapy. He looks very young and sweet himself as he speaks; there are some tears in his eyes. The woman sitting next to me is a psychotherapist (I don’t know how I know this), and when the man says he has started therapy, the psychotherapist begins to applaud, and then the whole audience applauds. Next, a small group from OneSpirit, including Riva and me, leave to attend a Muslim prayer service. It is being held outdoors in a large city lot. At the gate is a man who makes sure that each person who enters performs an act of obeisance/respect by kissing a religious symbol in metal of some sort that he holds in his hand. I am reminded of mezuzzahs and also the kissing (without touching) of the Torah, as well as genuflecting–and I want to show the proper respect, but am not quite sure of the proper way to do it. I uncertainly do the best I can. By the time I am within the gate, the OneSpirit group has disappeared into the crowd. I cannot help but wish that Riva had looked behind her to make sure I am still with them. I am wearing a long, dark blue, crinkly Indian style skirt. I am glad I have on a long skirt. I also am wearing a dark blue shawl. I mean to put it over my head, but in my confusion over the religious observance in the entryway, I forget. A man approaches me and bids me follow him. He leads me in a completely different direction than the OneSpirit group, and I soon lose all hope of finding them. The crowd is huge. The feeling is certainly multi-cultural. The majority of the people appear to be very devoutly involved in prayer. On the outskirts are many people who appear to be involved in other kinds of conversations, the energy of business and also politics, and this feels more sinister. The man that I am following leads me to the very back of the prayer area. There is a table and a few men standing at it. At this point I put the shawl on my head. I tell one of the men that I have been separated from my group. He seems to want to help me. When the service is over, he leads me back down to the front of the event, but there is no sign of my small OneSpirit group. I want to call Riva, but realize that I don’t have what I think of as my Avatar purse with my cell phone. The man who I am now counting on to help me leads me out of the entry gate. I motion to his cell phone, indicating that I would appreciate borrowing it to make a call. He seems not to understand. We walk a bit further. I see a group of “Americans” across a street, and think I recognize one of the women–but it turns out it isn’t her. I am disappointed and beginning to feel a little more uneasy too. I wonder if I should have prevailed upon the “American” strangers for help, instead of sticking with this unknown Muslim man. I smile at him, though, to show my appreciation for his help and friendship. As soon as I smile, I know he has misinterpreted it as flirtatious interest. I think what a disaster it would be if he tried to have sex with me, and find myself feeling unsafe and uncomfortable. I again motion to his cell phone in a request to make a call, and he again refuses/ignores/seems purposely not to understand my request. I awaken.
Upon awakening from this dream, my first response is how I hate this dream, how I cannot get it right for the healing of the earth, how every month I dream my own dark personal fears. I feel sorry that I am part of 350 Dreamers, that I have committed to report these dreams I feel sorry that I am a Dreamer! How did I get involved in this? Why do I feel I have to be so engaged with my deeper self in this way anyway? I am angry! I call Riva, who I know will be awake, and tell her the dream.
And then she says something so interesting. She says, “You could not use your voice to get help on the man’s cell phone. You cannot dismantle the Master’s house with the Master’s tools.” The larger picture of the dream emerges in her words, the picture of the Muslim religion as symbolizing (to me), amongst other things, The Man, The Patriarchy, Misogyny at its extremist worst, even as I try with all my heart–both in the dream and while awake–to be open-minded, unbigoted, respectful, accepting. (I purposely don’t use the word tolerate here because I recently heard a friend say she hates the words Tolerance and Tolerate because to her they mean, “What? You’re TOLERATING me?” And I get what she means.) But back to the dream, I am left pondering both universal/collective and the deep personal. I open my email to the Care Petition Site, and see an article about how, in a California high school, a cruel and potentially dangerous game called Beat The Jew has been uncovered, and a website shut down, “re-education” in the school energized. A Co-Exist sign with the interfaith symbols heads the article. Glad of the steps taken to heal the horror, I am still heartbroken by the name of the game that has been exposed. It brings to mind for me another dream I had several years ago: about a professor in a school of acting wearing a T-Shirt that said, “Life’s a heartbreak. Show your broken heart.” I recently heard that Andrew Harvey, when asked how best to express the spirit of Sacred Activism, said, “Follow your broken heart.” So I report my dreams here, with as much honesty and accuracy as I can summon, and hope that the road to personal and collective healing–of ourselves and our Beloved Earth– is at hand, despite all the hard feelings along the way.
November 7, 2010 at 6:35 pm
Tzivia
Hi Ava … there are certainly times when the dreams are painful and frustrating … but I’m so glad you kept with it and shared your dream with R., posted it here, and kept uncovering new layers of thought and meaning. Thank you!
November 8, 2010 at 2:05 am
Ava Wolf
Thank you for your comments Tzivia. Especially when things feel very raw and exposed, it is helpful to get a response. I am thinking about your evocative dreams as well, and notice that you, too, had a dream of an office–although quite a different office than the one I was in, it seems. I am struck by the pair of scissors in the dream and the pair of magnifiers that you are looking for as well–two different kinds of things that are called pairs and have such different functions. I appreciate the transformed energy of the sinister pair of scissors by your offer to clean them. The magnifiers make me ask (if it were my dream), “What do I want to magnify?” I am also struck by the mud–and the popcorn– on the white rug–for me a fertile if messy element introduced into the already creatively-oriented environment, and then the collaboration in the clean-up. Optimistic!
November 7, 2010 at 3:39 pm
David
First, thank you Ava for sharing your dreams and for your powerful honesty.
I had and wrote down 5 dreams last night. Here are two of them:
Rope burn
I was running or jogging around a rink like area. While running I grab onto a belt or strap that encircled the rink. I feel a rope burn. A bit later I am in a room with some people and I notice there is blood on my leg in the knee area. I realize it must be from the rope burn. I go into the bathroom to wash and take a look at it. I wash and wipe it away with Kleenex. Someone who is in the bathroom helps me. Mitch comes in. I am glad since he is my friend and a doctor, just in case it is a serious wound . He looks at the leg. I wake up.
Anti Market
There are two young women in the back seat of my car. I’m dropping them off someplace. I’m driving past a gas station in the Somerville area. I see Alice working at the gas station. She sees me too, and flags me down. She is running along side my car as I slow down but continue to drive so as to find a safe place to stop. She asks me to come back after I drop off the two women in order to take a young man back to his truck. I am having difficulty hearing her and I am not quite sure I understand what she wants, but I reluctantly agree to come back. Larry now appears in my car in the passenger seat next to me. Larry says he understands what Alice wants and he will drive back if I don’t want to. But that’s crazy since I will be dropping the women off near Sudbury or Stow, a long distance away. So, I agree to drive back. Larry all of a sudden says, “there’s the place Alice mentioned, the ‘anti market’.” I realize that I did not hear Alice when she said something about the ‘anti market.’ We are to meet someone there, or maybe drop off the women there. We stop and find the person we are supposed to meet. It is a woman with blond hair. We don’t have to go all the way to Stow or Sudbury.
November 7, 2010 at 6:38 pm
Tzivia
Maybe the “Anti-Market” is the solution to our problem of over-consumption! The opposite of buying more stuff — the opposite of the stock market … who knows, you might be on to something 🙂
November 8, 2010 at 1:30 am
Ava Wolf
Love the anti-market, David–and Tzivia’s insight about it. I thank you for reading and commenting on my dream. Reading the dreams drops me into fertile, creative ground I find, whatever the subject matter. I also felt so much better after speaking about and writing my dreams and feelings. My resistance melted in the relief of feeling better, while still connected to the material and even the disburbance of it.
November 7, 2010 at 6:52 pm
Tzivia
Before bed last night I read on the Internet that the Earth hums and sings! Apparently scientists have heard its songs. So, I focused my dreaming intention on getting still and silent in the dream so I can truly listen to the Earth and “Hear” what it needs or wants in terms of healing.
I recorded eight dreams this morning … I’ll report in full the one that came closest to the intention, and will comment briefly on the others.
DREAM: “Disarming a boy of his muddy scissors and leaving a muddy trail”
I am outdoors. There’s a lot of activity around me. I instruct myself to get still inside – to become present in this “awake” and aware state. I become aware of myself and my surroundings. It’s autumn, dark and bright … leaves are glistening in the late afternoon light.
My attention is drawn to a mud-splattered Asian (I think Chinese) boy standing still holding a large pair of (also) mud-covered scissors with long, large, sharp blades – which look even larger in the hands of the boy.
He looks ‘disturbed.’ The scissors is pointed down toward his heart – or is it poised to strike another? It looks sinister either way.
I approach him, wondering what to say or do to diffuse the situation. I say, “I’d like to take your scissors and clean them for you.” He does not resist, so I easily take the scissors from him.
Now I’m in an office building. I enter a clean, airy, bright, modern office. A man is seated behind the desk. He has light skin, black hair, he is thin, efficient-looking, possibly gay, possibly Asian-American.
As I walk across the room I realize my muddy shoes (from my encounter with the boy) are leaving dirt marks on the white carpet. I hope he won’t notice and berate me. I slip my shoes off and push them under a chair so no one will see them & how dirty they are.
I ask for a pair of “magnifiers” (meaning drugstore eyeglasses). He is on the phone still, but nods indicating he has a pair for me.
Now I’m cleaning something up in the corner of the office – It seems to be a publisher’s office. He says I should be sure to take some freebies on my way out, and he indicates where I’ll find a shelf of them – but they’re out of stock now.
I’ve made a big mess on the carpet with my mud and dirt and bags of other things …dirt and popcorn … I promise the man I’ll clean it all up. He comes to help me. We transfer piles of dirt and popcorn into plastic bags and bins. We work together – get the job done.
EOD
Other dream themes and images from the night include a group of women who refuse to watch a movie they say is too subtle and complex for them; a little girl named “Sea” who has witnessed a violent robbery but insists she won’t ever remember it; Israel; and a dream in which my yoga teacher is helping me stretch beyond what I think I know as my physical limits. She says that I’m letting go and allowing and that’s why I can stretch so far.
My final dream title was, “The potential of a blank page, in which I’m telling students that each piece of paper is like a brand new baby — full of potential!
Who knows what dreams will be written on the empty slate of the future!
November 8, 2010 at 2:07 am
Ava Wolf
And oh yes, I have heard of this humming of the earth. What a wonderful idea to listen to/for it.
November 7, 2010 at 7:51 pm
Katrina Parsley
Dear Tricia, I am one of Dr Laurel Clark’s teachers that received your dream incubation last night. This is the dream i received.
I was here at the school center in Palatine IL. My class mate Diana and I were looking all over the school for a receptacle to receive donations for our new world headquarters building. While we were searching she and I were singing a song called It Is My Quest. The lyrics of this song are: “I have longed to know my Christhood. It is for this I would not rest. At last i know my joyous duty. To reach my Sabbath I now thirst. You touched me my heart did quicken yet my eyes would refuse to see. Yearning for you propelled me on ward. Through this my sins did relieve. The teacher that is within me take head. I will act now. The appointed time is here to still my mind to reach my Sabbath. This is my quest.”
I interpret this dream as working in my conscious mind to discover how to receive more to aid humanity and creating harmony with this as i look toward the ideal of achieving enlightenment in a state of mind that is conducive to learning.
November 7, 2010 at 8:22 pm
In the Heart of Reiki in Pennsylvania
A small white and brown mouse was in a trashcan, it kept poking it’s head between the lid and the can. I saw it and was puzzled as to how to deal with it. I was not frightened, more the question was how to work with it, so that its needs could be met. One of my Tibetan teachers, a man, came to the scene. I talked about my dilemma. So I took the trash outside, without closing the bag at the top, so it could leave. I know that when you leave trash out it brings in more critters, but I was willing to give it a try.
I see that I am the one who moves the mouse, I am the mouse, I am the lama, I am the trashcan. So the question for me is. How is it that I find myself in a place with things that are not wanted? Will there always be someone with a big heart who can assist me in finding freedom? I am connected to the spirits of deep inner work. In the end, I will be free, without impinging on the preferences of others. This is a dream about interconnectedness. We can all be vehicles. Although I just thought, who says the mouse can’t be in the house? Note there is not cat in the dream…
November 7, 2010 at 11:28 pm
Jesse Kern
Hello, Tzivia,
My name is Jesse Kern and I am a teacher at the School of Metaphysics. Dr. Laurel Clark announced your dream incubation project at our meeting that she was leading and I am glad to participate.
The dream is short. While in the reverie state waking up, I was interpreting it relative to how it gives insight into how we will heal the earth.
The dream was: I am looking at a bundle of newspapers like the ones I pick up at the Des Moines Register depot to give away at stores and sell subscriptions. As I am looking over the bundle of newspapers with yellow and read in the front page picture (I can’t tell what the picture is because there is a sheet of brown construction paper covering the bundle) a voice is telling me, “Read the newspaper.” Then Christine Spretnjak, who is the director of our School of Metaphysics branch in Indianapolis, IN was teaching a class in a dark room.
What was going through my mind in the reverie state during and after dreaming was that neutral, objective communication, symbolized by the newspapers, along with education, are the means by which we will bring healing and understanding to our consciousness as humans.
To interpret the dream as a reflection of my own personal consciousness from yesterday, my attention was on potentially receiving value by dissemination of my thoughts and ideas. Basically, the more I communicate my ideas to others with emotion, the more self value I will receive.
November 7, 2010 at 11:38 pm
Jesse Kern
Hello, Tzivia,
My name is Jesse Kern and I am a teacher at the School of Metaphysics. Dr. Laurel Clark announced your dream incubation project at our meeting that she was leading and I am glad to participate.
The dream is short. While in the reverie state waking up, I was interpreting it relative to how it gives insight into how we will heal the earth.
The dream was: I am looking at a bundle of newspapers like the ones I pick up at the Des Moines Register depot to give away at stores and sell subscriptions. As I am looking over the bundle of newspapers with yellow and read in the front page picture (I can’t tell what the picture is because there is a sheet of brown construction paper covering the bundle) a voice is telling me, “Read the newspaper.” Then Christine Spretnjak, who is the director of our School of Metaphysics branch in Indianapolis, IN was teaching a class in a dark room.
What was going through my mind in the reverie state during and after dreaming was that neutral, objective communication, symbolized by the newspapers*, along with education, are the means by which we will bring healing and understanding to our consciousness as humans.
*(Though many papers are biased in their perspectives, the ideal of journalism is to be objective and report the facts.)
To interpret the dream as a reflection of my own personal consciousness from yesterday, my attention was on potentially receiving value (because my job in the waking state is to sell subscriptions and make money) by dissemination of my thoughts and ideas, symbolized by the papers. Basically, the more I communicate my ideas to others with emotion, the more self value I will receive. My own understanding of being receptive and creating harmony, symbolized by Christine, I was using to teach myself. Because she was teaching in a dark room tells me I need to become more aware of this and bring it into the light of my attention.
Thank you for hosting this forum.
November 8, 2010 at 1:40 am
Ava Wolf
Thank you again Tzivia, and also I write here to express my gratitude for the contributions of the people from the School of Metaphysics.
November 9, 2010 at 2:10 am
poetrynews
I had watched “Howl” the evening of the 6th, so I think the movie made its way into my dreams that night, including an animation sequence. The change of time was more meaningful to me, though, I think. I woke up and wrote this:
sometimes I hear the clock speak
a knock and sequence, reaching
unsuccessfully for numbers
the twelve hovers at the top
of its round white mountain
a long sweeping curve of shrug
a gesture in only one direction
more than a tick or a tock
but the summary of an hour
the hiccup of a second
the thousand spins of a long life.
(c) copyright Lori Desrosiers
November 10, 2010 at 10:56 pm
Tzivia
I love that you brought poetry to the endeavor! Thank you 🙂
November 9, 2010 at 10:45 am
joanne
Hi Tzivia and dreamers,
In my dream there was a small pile/mound of some kind of food on the counter in the kitchen, and from it a small animal that looked like a white mouse popped out. I then realized it wasn’t a mouse, but some kind of animal/critter that I couldn’t identify, almost like a miniature of another kind of animal, then more of these came out of the mound (? not sure if mound is the right word, kind of like a pile of salt or crumbs or dough, wasn’t exactly clear, but the white animal that came out of it was kind of camoflaged at first and so it was a kind of gradual seeing these little critters since their color and the mound color was similar.
Scanning down the dreams above, I noticed there was a mouse too in the dream from ‘Reiki in the heart of Pennsylvania’.
hmmm….not sure what it ‘means’!
November 10, 2010 at 3:58 pm
Tzivia
The way I experience dreams, “What it means” is less important than how it feels … the energetic quality of the dream. I’d just sit with it, as it seems you’ve been doing. BTW, in the dream I mentioned below, about you in Canada, you were making a large realistic color-infused painting … a landscape.
November 10, 2010 at 6:21 am
joanne
Hi Tzivia, PS the god I just mentioned in e-mail is Anubis.
In the painting I saw they were white dog- like figures coming out of white mounds, so reminded me of the dream image.
November 10, 2010 at 12:41 pm
Ava Wolf
Joanne, would you mind sharing here as well about the painting of the white-dog-like figures? Also whatever you shared in email about Anubis? I felt very intrigued by the “critters” in your dream! Thanks!
November 10, 2010 at 3:56 pm
Tzivia
Cool! BTW … you were in my dream last night! (In Canada, for whatever it’s worth 🙂
xo
December 6, 2010 at 8:27 pm
Sylvia Green-Guenette
In preparation for this dream, I meditated for World Peace with a Deepak Chopra. I received three parts to a dream, or three dreams as follows:
Part 1. “Blue Cow”
We are motoring along a paved road in a park-like area with nice green grass, scattered bushes of various green colors. I notice a lean blue cow sitting on a park bench, her hind legs crossed in a leisurely pose. I find it curious, unusual and humorous as I continue to look back at the spectacle as we pass by.
Part 2. “Negotiations”
I’m in a courtroom or parliament, here to observe while a man I know will be presenting his case. This feels like a legislative assembly, the men wearing white wigs and black robes. There are two sides of participants, all seated in pew, facing one another East and West. When presenting his case, one stands up. There’s a few ruling members at the North side and spectators like myself sit on the South side. The room is arranged like a church (priest/alter facing the congregation, and choir on both sides near the front facing each other). I’m feeling proud for my acquaintance who presents his ‘case’, feeling that he did a real good job of getting his point across. He’s new at this, but is presenting a strong, convincing statement/argument.
Part 3. “Snatching a Quick Embrace”
I’m at my mother’s house in the bedroom. I’ve changed clothes, getting ready to go out once my husband arrives. The bed is unmade. Mother is busy doing laundry, has gone outside to hang the clothes up on the line (sic ‘to hang up the clothes on the line). My husband comes in, home from his business. We glance back at the bed, but don’t take a chance of Mom catching us there together. He backs me up playfully against the wall in a passionate embrace. We’re standing in a pile of dirty laundry, aware that Mother could be back at any second. He tells me about a mishap he had with his penis – it’s standing straight up! We’re giggling about it. It feels like we’re newlyweds. My husband is tall, slender, light-haired with a long slim nose and has light blue eyes.
I awoke happy, laughing at the situation, making light of the mishap.
It brought back to my mind the four Sutras on which I had meditated: Peace, Harmony, Laughter, Love. These dreams give me a very hopeful feeling for global healing. In another meditation yesterday morning, I was singing with the congregation “Listen, listen, listen, in my heart, in my heart,” Seems to me like the right message for this journey of healing the world. I like the image of the maternal washing out the dirt, love standing on top of the dirty laundry, not caring about it, embracing the moment in a loving embrace. And what could be more peaceful an image than a cow, also a maternal image… blue is a spiritual color too. Maybe she’s an angel. There are positive negotiations taking place. Listen, listen, listen.
December 9, 2010 at 7:15 pm
Tzivia
Hi Sylvia,
So wonderful that you’re dreaming with us up in Canada! I love your dreams! I notice we both had green emerging in our dreams … hopeful, growthful images, I think. And of course I love to think of your waking up laughing. You have the best laugh!
🙂
–Tz.
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