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May 4, 2011 at 6:35 am
Piotr Bielski
Healing Dream
3rd May 2011
I arrive at my nearest railways station by rail. It is normally 10 minutes walk to reach my flat but somebody forces me to take a taxi. The taxi takes me not by a shortest way but by a long one. I am forced to pay a lot for the ride that I did not want to take. I complain as I am not willing to pay for such service. I found myself in a private flat which seems to be a complaint office. When I finish waiting in the queue and make it to talk with the lady running this strange office, I hear that the solution is that they take me back to the railway station and I take another taxi. I strongly disagrree with it but I have nothing to say and again I find myself at the station, I have to take taxi and it takes a long route which brings me to the same office.
I woke up trembling and tired of helplessness I have experienced. When I made it to sleep again, I had a different dream. First I was rolling with some friends on the hill next to railway station. Then we arrived at somebody’s house where I have seen some known faces. There was my flat’s owner who asked me to pay the monthly fee. I said a feminine friend of mine who is there was supposed to pass the money to him. The owner said that she delievered it but it was only minor amount. Then I said that she is the person that should deliver the rest of money as I gave her complete amount. The owner said „but who?”. I could not recall her name although I have known her for a longer time. So I wanted to say „x will pay you” and found myself helpless again, listing lots of names. At hearing each of them she was turning her head and laughing out of me, astonished that I didn’t remember her name. Finally I said „I know. You don’t have a feminine name but a masculine name”. She laughed again.
The strongest sensation was helplessness and lack of control of situation that forced me to choose ways I did not choose. Also confronting my own limits like my memory.
May 5, 2011 at 5:41 pm
Tzivia
Hello Piotr, I’m so glad you were able to dream with us! The mood of your dreams makes sense to me … for myself, anyway, when I contemplate the scope of the problems we face in terms of protecting our environment I often feel helpless and like the situation is out of control! When I read your dreams I think of being taken for a ride, the cost of the problems we face, and who pays? Who is responsible? I get the feeling that the authority’s answers are seemingly random and don’t address the problem, but instead send me around in circles. Again, familiar feelings when I think of the global issues we’re thinkging about here. Thank you so much for sharing your dreams!
May 4, 2011 at 12:12 pm
David
Here is one of my dreams from last night. I call it Surprises in my Condo.
I’m in my apartment. I get a phone call. I will wait until I hear who is calling before picking up. I know there will be 4 rings before the answering machine picks up. But, at the second ring I hear someone on the phone. I’m surprised since I hadn’t picked up the phone. It is my sister, Carole, though the voice is not clear and the volume is low. Carole says that I need to move my car. I remember now that I had to do this. Carole also says she hopes I have a good time at Edith and Leonard’s. I wonder about that, since I had no plans to go there. I was to go somewhere else. I go out to move my car. As I go out into the hallway right outside my apartment door, I see that the hallway is full of luggage and people. Scott is one of the people there. I get into my car and start to back up into the driveway. The maneuver is tricky as there is a red car very close to my car. I manage to back up okay. I see a small cream color sports car in the driveway, I assume that it is Scott’s car and that he will move it into my spot.
May 4, 2011 at 12:18 pm
Sylvia
Dream: Irish Spring Man
I’m at Denyse’s. She’s getting ready to depart, 85 years you know. I’ve come to tell her about the green Irish Spring man. He has a black solid narrow protective ring surrounding him at the middle, about a foot away from his body that moves with him (energy sensing?). Denyse is worried about protecting the children. Before looking after them, she wants to sign an affadavit. I agree that it’s a good idea and want to sign too. While she writes it up, I start to draw and color the Irish Spring man to show her. There’s a phone call. Richard is home. Denyse decides to go see him right away, is in a rush to get there even though it’s one o’clock in the morning! I want to go with her. She’s dressed warm enough, I grab my coat and follow quickly to the door. I’m concerned about her driving at night (her eyesight not so good in the dark), hoping she won’t be reckless, drive too fast. I can picture us speeding through the dark. I bring my unfinished picture and affadavits. We head out the door.
There’s a feeling of excitement about this new idea, and caution, need for protection in this dream.
Day Residue: I got news of a friend’s death last night
Richard has recently become Director of the Fish & Wildlife Conservation Association; Denyse is a dear friend of mine, recently moved to a residence where she gets the help she now requires.
May 4, 2011 at 3:50 pm
Brenda Ferrimani
If this were my dream I would look into the Green Man myth and see how this relates. Very archetypal!
May 5, 2011 at 4:16 am
Sylvia
Thanks so much, Brenda. My green man was puffed up like a ‘dough-boy’, but definitely grass-green. I fee;he represents the Nature Spirit of the world, and the protective ring was like an outside equator, or like a ring one sees in pictures around planets in our solar system. I can see him as a Celtic God of Spring and Summer, especially since this dream came to me near Belthane (May Day). Anyone wishing to see more about The Green Man can check out these excellent articles:
1) http://www.janetszodiac.com/2010/04/reawakening-the-green-man-a-myth-for-our-time.html
The Green Man is now crying out for help to heal our planet so that mankind can continue its partnership with nature. By honouring the natural energy of the Green Man we will be able to begin to reintegrate ourselves into our natural environment.
2) http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewArticle.asp?id=13535
**The Mythology of the Green Man by Gary R. Varner An Excerpt from “The Mythic Forest, the Green Man, and the Spirit of Nature” published by Algora Publishing
May 5, 2011 at 5:47 pm
Tzivia
Hi Sylvia,
Of course I think of the Irish Spring commercial that was on in the 1970s. So you remember it?
Also, I’m sorry to hear about the loss of your friend. I’m sending comfort your way! xo
May 4, 2011 at 2:03 pm
Tzivia
“Spiritual Warrior”
I’m doing kata (a karate “dance” of choreographed fighting moves). I am making the gesture where fist and open hand circle and pull back into the heart.
EOD
[REFLECTION: This is the second or third time in the past couple of weeks I’ve dreamed of making this gesture, which was part of a Karate sequence I used to do when I practiced Karate in my 20s – over 20 years ago. The gesture I’m making had deep symbolic meaning, which I’m not sure is supposed to be shared publicly, but in essence it meant that the principles of my martial art are my only weapon. To me this represents the art of the spiritual warrior … one who “fights”for, defends, and protects goodness and fairness without physical violence.]
“Dreamers Drum, Make Peace”
I’m at a conference of dreamers … There’s rift between two groups of dreamers. We talk together about how next time we should do things differently, this rift should never have happened. We say next time we’ll take more time and find a better solution.
People are drumming in a circle. I think it’s a Cuban beat because it reminds me of Desi Arenz’s band in Lucille Ball shows 🙂 I’m drumming along, feeling the beat move through my spine and out my arms and hands. I’m having fun.
EOD
“Too Much to Sort Out”
I have files and files on the floor. I’m pulling them from plastic bins, they are spilling out, overstuffed and messy. I notice blue files. I’m thinking I’ve never made a mess this big before. I’ve always been able to fix things up and make order but I don’t know if I can do it this time! I’ve spilled pasta sauce on the carpet. I tell myself to focus, get it together. And I do start to make order. There’s the sense that I am going to clean this up.
EOD
“A Strange Object Flies through the Sky … and a Toddler Flies into My Lap”
We’re outside in a group looking at the night sky. There’s a toddler in the group and we point out to her the first star in the sky. As we do so we notice something we can’t figure out what … a star or a bird? crossing the sky. It looks like a glowing disk. It keeps transforming. We are oohing and aahing as we watch it. I talk to the toddler, trying to get her interested in the wonder in the sky, talking baby talk to her, etc. At one point she runs through the crowd and flings herself into my arms and sits in my lap.
EOD
“I Want the Spider Gift”
My sister has a toy or a gift that’s meant for someone else, but I want it. She says, “No you don’t want this look:” It’s a big tubular shape with a fake spider perched on top. She says “It has a spider on it – you don’t want that!” And I say, “Yes I do, I like spiders!” I’m thinking of my spider dream.
EOD
May 6, 2011 at 2:03 am
Brenda Ferrimani
When I think of my spider gift (White Spider is my totem. Spider Woman in native traditions is the Creator and Gave Humans the Alphabet) I think of the gift of creativity and connectedness through writing, that I possess and I am grateful for, and nowadays “the web” — The internet has brought us all together and it’s up to me to use it to raise conscious awareness about our planet.
May 4, 2011 at 2:48 pm
Laura
Dream: “Sneaking Into the Stone Fortress”
I find myself in front of a huge stone fortress or castle and realize this is a dream. I think, “This will be my 350dreamers dream for global healing” as the huge wooden door begins slowly opening and I walk toward it. The rest is a mish mosh of jumbled images I can’t put in chronological order but the theme was basically hiding from the “bad guys” as I try to gather as much information as I can. The “bad guys” have set up a paradise to lure people in, but once inside the people discover it is all an illusion and they are now under the “bad guys” control. The “bad guys” try to make the people think it is for their own good. But some have “woken up” to this deception and want to escape. I am trying to help.
May 4, 2011 at 3:43 pm
Brenda Ferrimani
This dream reminds me of something I heard yesterday from a noted psychologist …He said people should learn to value discomfort and pain, in the sense that if we are too comfortable we never grow. He challenged everyone to push themselves out of being comfortable all the time. – If this were my dream I feel the entire way Americans (in particular) live creates an illusion of paradise, but creature comforts, entertainment, and numbing out is not real bliss. Yet, this is what we have been sold. Reaching out to help, using our talents and skills to address the pain of the world is.
May 4, 2011 at 3:35 pm
Brenda Ferrimani
I dreamt a lot last night but only remember this: I was in darkness throughout all my dreams. A voice asked, “More Robert Moss?” —
I take it more active dreaming is needed to heal the world. – Any other ideas welcomed!
May 5, 2011 at 4:27 am
Sylvia
Immediately Robert Moss’ book “Conscious Dreaming” comes to my mind; then the thought “Dream It Forward”… At night, in the dark, are the dreams I recall the most. I feel it is my duty and privilege to bring my dreams’ wisdom from darkness to light for the purpose of healing. Thanks so much for sharing your dream.
May 6, 2011 at 1:57 am
Brenda Ferrimani
Thanks Sylvia! – I will look more into his idea of dreaming it forward. Thanks!
May 4, 2011 at 5:50 pm
Michelle
The Healing Tray
A young man and I have been summoned to assist our spiritual teacher. The young man turns back annoyed to be treated as a go-fer. He want more respect and a more worthy assignment. I arrive alone at the large courtyard. It is like the courtyard of a castle made of stone pavers and a short brick wall about 3 feet high. I get the sense we are up high in the air. My teacher is doing his work. My sister comes to me in a hurry and asks where the young man is. I explain that he has decided not to help. She tells me the teacher needs magic markers. I go over to a chair in the corner of the courtyard and start collecting a hand full of thick magic markers. But my sister says he need the colored ones. I find a small package of used colored markers. They are thinner than the other markers and a little worse for wear but still working and brightly colored. The teacher instructs me to place things into a large square metal tray, about 2.5 feet square. Large but still possible to reach either side with my hands. I arrange figures like you would in a sand tray. The figures are about 3-4 inches high and stout in shape. Maybe people, maybe chipmunks. The bottom of the tray is lined with an absorbent fabric, maybe felt, light brown or tan. The teacher wants me to create the visual effect of water with the markers. But the fabric is too absorbent. Instead I pour blue ink in sweeping and swirling motions over the fabric with absorbs the dark color and turns is very light. You can faintly see the pattern of light blue waves and swirls.
May 5, 2011 at 4:33 am
Sylvia
I see a pattern here, in our collective dreams, of bringing darkness to light.
If this were my dream, I like the magic markers, colors and sand tray. To me, my spiritual teacher is using the innocence and skills of childplay, and the colors of nature. Maybe this is really a sandcastle, easily rebuilt…. transformation?
May 5, 2011 at 9:05 pm
Karl Boyken
I’m riding in a car on a street near my home. A young Asian-American man is driving. I’m frustrated by his slow pace. He stops and lets me drive. I floor it, but the car barely creeps along. Now I know I’m dreaming, but I still feel compelled to go fast. I’m the only one in the car now. I step on it again and will the car to speed up, and it does. Now I’m on the runway of an airport, driving recklessly. I know the police will be after me soon. I head down a narrow, newly blacktopped service road through some trees, by a warehouse. I pull behind the trees. Sure enough, here comes a police car, headed right for me.
The main feeling from this dream was impatience, frustration at the lack of speed. It reminded me of my teenage years.
June 1, 2011 at 1:05 pm
Gale
Dream: Webbed Hands and Feet
i dream i have light green webbed hands and feet. That is all I can remember.
January 14, 2012 at 8:11 am
jodaliatalp
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