After you dream with us on June 1, you can post your dreams here. Just click the comments tab and record your dream, dream fragment, or your experience of setting an intention to dream with us — whether or not you remember a dream! Together we are a global community of dreamers, strengthening our commitment to care for the earth and each other by participating in this activity together.
It’s free, it’s fun, it’s powerful … and it feels good!
So join us in the dream, join us in the conversation, and join together for global healing!
350 Dreamers 
35 comments
Comments feed for this article
June 1, 2011 at 4:01 pm
Gineen
hi all,
so grateful i paid attention to the 350 dreamers invitation~!!!
for the last two nights i have had dream experiences like i’ve never had before. last night i wrote all the questions in my journal in preparation for this morning.
whats been happening instead of long dreams is i awake with a fragment of the dream and and its not clear what i am doing in the dream in terms of understanding the action, i just remember upon awakening what i was doing, or working on, and i keep getting strong guidance that i should wake up at 5 am and write every morning (i’ve been working on a book for 2 yrs now, and have been slow about it lately) so i thought that was why i was being prompted, but no, its so spirit can inform me while waking! (that makes no sense, but read on, i’m sorting it out as i write!)
(usually there is a short or long story with rich imagery and people or infrequently just very direct and simple statments/images of things i should do or need to know, and i have a sense of being able to hold the dream and get the dream in my subconscious even if consciously i can’t interpret it, does that resonate with anyone? )
so these past 2 mornings i let myself write freely after recording the dream and the words and understanding of the work come to me: what the work is, what the solution is what i am supposed to focus on.that might not sound uncommon, or like a big deal. i’ve been working with my dreams for close to 17 years, in all kinds of modalities: making them into drawings, sculpture, plays, poems, prose, etc. but this is like my dreams and consciousness are conversing with one another while i’m awake.
in the past it was always that i would dig at my dreams for the personally associated meaning they contained, the lesson the story held for me, or the help and guidance of the directive dreams.
this feels so much more vital and almost shocking.
a vibrance in connection.
so what was my dream last night?
(a little background before i tell you the dream:i have an eating disorder that i have for years now, enjoyed a miraculous reprieve from. the book i’m writing is about that, how spirit has healed and continues to heal me around it. lately i have felt a need for more help around my food as my needs have changed over the years with it, as i heal more and more. the post-dream question: what is the most crucial area that needs healing in my life right now? and how is it connected to the earth’s needs?)
i dreamed i was writing a poem i couldn’t understand , i could see the form it was in, but there was no sense to the words, they didnt fit together,only little phrases made sense, and where the poem ended on the page, i had continued on in writing.
so when recording this dream, i mimicked the dream in the poem, writing it out in 3 stanzas of three lines each, that was enough to tell the dream. then i began musing about its meaning and was reminded that one of my tools of recovery from my eating disorder is writing down what i eat every day, in a very similiar form.( though i am a poet i’m not attached to this particular poetic device.)
so i got that i need to make sense of my food right now, to rework it so that it makes sense.
which made me feel really happy.
next, how does this relate to the earth’s problems?
i thought about the beautiful article i read yesterday and the very sick one and what an incredible contrast they were.
the healing one was written by dr. sanjay gupta, “a step-by-step longevity plan,” from men’s journal, feb. 2010, where he talks about his investigations into the people who have lived the longest…and what they practice: okinawans, sardinians, and nova scotians. the okinawans were found to be five times more likely to live to 100 than americans. because they have a deeply spiritual practice,( to me, you might agree,) of how they eat. We americans with the highest obesity rates in the world have an intense need for it: hara hachi bu.
” “hara hachi bu” is a cultural concept that you only eat until you are 80% full.of course, you never really know when you’re only 80 percent sated, but the message is clear: Don’t stuff yourself.”
i think we overeat because of emotional pain. period. and i can’t imagine a greater world problem than emotional disconnection, because all the loving healthful choices humans could have made already that affect all of us,and the planet, hadn’t happened because there is such a low level of emotional respect and education.
to know what feelings are for, how they work and what to do with them. this is a global problem.
because, even if i sound like a naive girl, i will say, all our problems come from not connecting to our feelings, our hearts, our love. choices made from greed whose taproot is pain and fear. was henry ford spiritually guided? or thomas edison? give me back the sacredness of the earth’s night…the inventors of the cellphone? return to earth all the lost bees…
i’m not down on technology, per say, but i can’t imagine spirit sanctioned so much that humans have created…i don’t know the universe’s plan though…
the other article, the one that left me horrified was about donna simpson who aspires to become the worldest fattest woman. she cannot walk hardly and the article documents her ambition around her “getting famous on fat” career. and it was guessed at that taxpayers are footing the bill for all of it.
this type of life ambition, life choice, is heartbreaking to witness. and immediately i can only think that the woman is completely disconnected from her feelings/body.she is a dot on the map of so many in this epidemic of untreated childhood trauma that contribute to an economy geared to numb our feelings through mindless wasting of the earth’s resources. her food bill is something like $750 a month. it is not a leap to claim her behavior is because she was abused. no where does the article say that.
my own standpoint is that every obese person has been abused, whether they are conscious of it or not, which they might never become, if their container/consciousness isn’t strong enough to hold the truth of the past.
expand that equation to the numbers of people acting out this sickness of overeating (which to me is just a symptom of people who have been abused and traumatized) and you have revealed the connection between how childhood abuse has enormous global consequences and is still not looked at as THE most critical issue the world faces.
wow i didn’t see any of this coming! ha…well, i hope you will respond and share any thoughts/feelings.
blessings,
gineen
June 2, 2011 at 1:15 pm
Tzivia
Hi Gineen, I’m so glad you’re dreaming with us! I’m inspired and happy to see that the suggested intention led you to such powerful dreaming and reflection. Your thoughts about consumption really strike a chord. I’ve been inspired to pay more attention to how I eat since reading your post, and to aim for the 80 percent rule! (Surprisingly difficult!) I see clear connections between our personal and global habits of over-consumption and challenged health!
June 1, 2011 at 9:57 pm
Victoria
My dreaming last night [1/2 June 2011] included a feeling of being in a helicopter, worried about a fair haired child also on board, because he(?) was close to a door which did not look properly closed, and we were high off the ground.
I was also thinking of the “female energies” from having at least one female ancestor who was a healer and herbalist, and at least one who learned to read and write from her many children.
Victoria
June 2, 2011 at 1:21 pm
Tzivia
Hi Victoria, So nice that you’re dreaming with us! And glad that you your dreams brought some deep female healing energy to the collective project!
June 2, 2011 at 1:13 pm
Tzivia
I had several dreams last night. The first three of the night seemed directly relevant, so I’ll post them here.
DREAMS:
I and another dreamer are trying to help a third person to calm her thoughts. We are sending our thoughts to her through our dreams to help.
I am researching the lowest prices on organic toilet bowl cleaners. I remark to someone “Why that? Why is that the thing I’m focusing on?” i.e. why organic Toilet Bowl cleaner and not something else to help the environment?
My neighbors have rigged up some kind of vegetable oil shower in their driveway. I think it h as something to do with vegetable-oil-powered cars. They, too are hunting for bargains relating to this contraption.
My brother is telling me that everything needs to be cleaned. I dutifully start collecting all the laundry, then start collecting all my shoes and boots. Do they need to be cleaned, too? I’m asking.
END OF DREAMS
Reflection: The first dream about connecting with someone’s mind to help calm it is the most powerful for me. This month I suggested we contemplate how healing the earth is connected with healing ourselves individually. For me it feels clear and strong that my mind and thoughts are over active, leading me to over-do, rush around (no time to take the bike instead of the car … to meditate, etc.). I believe this directly affects my health, my experience of life and the planet. For me learning to be still and peaceful in my mind is a step toward global healing, too!
June 2, 2011 at 4:04 pm
Brenda Ferrimani
Tzivia, I also feel, when I read the dream, a reminder that resources, in the way of time and money, are getting in the way of our collective focus on what truly is healing. How can we all afford to do what’s needed? – When I dream of toilets, something is being processed in a healthy and natural way. It’s not pretty, or without mess. I like it that “organic” is connected to this part of the dream. Feels comforting that in the collective people everywhere are processing and trying out new green solutions.
June 2, 2011 at 1:35 pm
Liz Galst
I tried dreaming to heal the planet. I don’t remember if anything happened in that dream space before the alarm started sqwalking. Alas! I was hoping for a dream in which the people of the world rose up to save the planet, or someone invented a super CO2 sucker-upper, or something.
June 2, 2011 at 1:54 pm
Laura
I set my intention to learn the actions I can take to help heal the Earth.
What I recorded on my voice recorder at 1:54am was different than what I remembered on waking. I think I may have dreamed different versions of the same dream.
Version #1: I am playing cards at someone’s house and am sent to the store late at night because I have been defiant. I am walking down the street trying to keep papers from blowing out of my hands when a van pulls up beside me and a man orders me to get in the van and show my ID. I refuse and order him to show his ID. We argue. He grabs me and forces me into the van kicking and screaming.
Version#2: I am walking in a beautiful garden and see strange multi-colored cylindrical flowers. I realize I am dreaming an immediately a van pulls up. Same man orders me into the van and show my ID, I order him to show his ID. We argue, then I remember this is a dream. I decide to just go with it and see what he has to teach me. But when he grabs me and forces me into the van it is so real and scary I start screaming and fighting and wake up.
Another lost opportunity. Sad face. I think the message relates to my intention by encouraging me to overcome the fear to take action. The fates lead those who will and drag those who won’t!
June 2, 2011 at 3:56 pm
Brenda Ferrimani
If this were my dream, there seems to be a conflict over “identity” – I would ask myself if I am being forced to be one thing while my soul wants me to be another? – Thanks for sharing.
June 2, 2011 at 3:02 pm
Sherry Puricelli
I set my intention for an Earth- healing dream last night. When I woke up, I didn’t remember my dream…Instead, I woke up thinking about the tornado activity in Mass. yesterday– which had me thinking also about the tornado in Joplin.
I’ll try again tonight 🙂
June 2, 2011 at 3:53 pm
Brenda Ferrimani
Hi, lovely Sherry! …Tornadoes are for me the proverbial “Finger of God” and remind me that I have been chosen to do something healing! Love, Brenda
June 3, 2011 at 3:33 pm
Sherry Puricelli
oooh, thanks Brenda. I’ll take it!! Love that… Finger of God! Love, Sherry
June 3, 2011 at 2:34 am
Tzivia
Hi Sherry, I can’t stop thinking about tornadoes either! They came too close for comfort to my home and struck my community. And I also can’t help thinking that they are related to global climate change … at least the growing number and intensity, and the fact that they’re cropping up in places that don’t usually see this kind of weather! In any case, thank you for sharing your experience even when the dreams aren’t prolific! Let us know if anything else comes through tonight!
June 3, 2011 at 3:20 pm
Sherry Puricelli
I had a dream snippet & remember the prior night’s too!!
I was planting a type of lettuce called ‘bread and butter’ along with another type of lettuce… then remembered the previous night’s dream where I was planting bread and butter lettuce! It’s interesting… I was telling others the importance of planting bread and butter lettuce. Not even sure there is such a type, lol. EOD Love, Sherry
June 3, 2011 at 5:19 pm
Gineen
there is a kind called “butter”!
June 7, 2011 at 7:51 pm
Sherry Puricelli
Gineen- Wow! How cool. Thanks.
June 2, 2011 at 3:22 pm
Ava Wolf
Dream Snippet: I am in an unknown bedroom, propped up on an elbow in bed. The bedspread is colorful, a bright home-made patchwork. I remember emerald green, bright orange, red and purple. My dear soul-mate-sister-friend-lover-mother-daughter is in the room. She is busy, putting things away, finishing another conversation, putting outer details in order. I want her to get on the bed with me, I want her to lie next to me, to be with me. I want to hold hands with her, lying on the bed. I say, “Are you going to come over here and BE with me?” She replies, “Yes, I’ll be there in a couple of minutes…..”
I dreamed many other dreams too, all night long. I wonder why, on the night of the new moon dreaming, I have trouble remembering, returning with a snippet–when on other nights I catch my dreams in great detail and write them, no problem!
Excited to read other entries. Must pay attention to “outer details” today for a bit–and plan to return to this site later at leisure…
June 2, 2011 at 3:51 pm
Brenda Ferrimani
Ava, when I think of a “patchwork quilt” I think of history and how each square contributes to the whole. We are certainly having to lie in the bed that we have all created together. Is it satisfying? Does our world bring peace and love? …On a personal level maybe uniting with my passion, my soul self is the part I can contribute to the patchwork masterpiece. Thanks for sharing!
June 2, 2011 at 3:45 pm
Brenda Ferrimani
In my dream I was at a print shop, my daughter was applying for work. My old boss D. Isler, was there. Also chumming with him was Mel Gibson and Ed Harris. I ask him about his cousin. He says that he and his wife are in a country and western band, having a great time! – Then I wake up with this old Michael Jackson/Paul McCartney song in my head —
“(paul)
Say say say
What you want
But don’t play games
With my affection
Take take take
What you need
But don’t leave me
With no direction
(michael)
All alone
I sit home by the phone
Waiting for you, baby
Through the years
How can you stand to hear
My pleading for ya dear
You know I’m cryin
Oo oo oo oo oo
(paul)
(now) go go go
Where you want
But don’t leave me
Here forever
You you you stay away
So long girl, I see ya never
(michael)
What can I do, girl
To get through to you
Cause I love ya baby
Standing here
Baptized in all my tears
Baby through the years
Ya know I’m cryin
Oo oo oo oo oo
You never ever worry
And ya never shed a tear
You’re sayin that my love ain’t real
Just look at my fac these tears ain’t dryin’
You you you
Can never say
That I’m not the one
Who really loves you
I pray pray pray, everyday
That you’ll see things
Girl like I do
What can I do, girl
To get through to you
Cause I love you baby
Standing here
Baptized in all my tears
Baby through the years
Ya know I’m crying
Oo oo oo oo oo
Say say say…
I would appreciate feedback. — Seems that I have forgotten my true self in some respect? Can’t figure this one out. On a collective layer – Is what we are saying consistent to our true selves? -Are we just playing the part of someone concerned about healing and wholeness- as in “character actors”? Is inner and outer matching up? — This is where I am going with this. -Thanks 350 dreamers!
June 3, 2011 at 2:40 am
Tzivia
Hi Brenda, First I notice that famous people show up in your dream as well as Grace’s dream (below). For me famous people in my dream represent powerful, iconic parts of myself and/or the collective. A print shop is a place to get the message out, a place to imprint a thought or an idea. If it were my dream I’d think a young part of myself is looking for her purpose and finding possibility in a place where she/I can get an important message out! Lots of parts of the self/community coming together here … and the dream ends with music & fun, which feels healing in and of itself to me 🙂
June 3, 2011 at 2:35 pm
Brenda Ferrimani
Thanks, Tzivia! I appreciate your feedback. Paul McCartney is a regular in my dreams and Michael Jackson has special significance to me too. Like the word “imprint”- Never thought of connecting that idea to a print shop. Thanks!
June 2, 2011 at 3:54 pm
Grace
Well, both Sarah Palin and the Dalai Lama showed up in my dream last night. Here’s what I remember:
There is a group of us; I am travelling with Sarah Palin and her handicapped teen daughter and the daughter’s friend. The four of us are to share a room, and I am trying to figure out how we’re all going to fit. I decide that perhaps I should stay with my husband instead, stop by to visit him, but he is going to bed, so I head back out with Sarah et co.
There’s quite an entourage, including a handler, and, go figure, the Dalai Lama. We’re on a shuttle bus of some kind and it’s a bit noisy, and the Dalai leans over and tells me he wants to show me a particular scripture or sacred something. I am way less interested in the dream than I would have been in real life and sort of ambivalently take a look at what he’s showing me.
A little later we meet up with some people I know, and they ask ‘How’s it going’? To which I reply sarcastically, rolling my eyes, “It’s Sarah Palin, please,” which the handler overhears. I am embarrassed, and say, “I am so sorry.”
There are a few other snippets: a fox in the room and I am worried it will attack my dog; doing some freestyle yoga-like movement and feeling great, while noticing that the others find it ‘different.’
What do I think about this dream? Politics aside, I admire Sarah’s moxy. I read an interesting article about her in the New Yorker recently and she did some kickin’ stuff up in Alaska before she got on the ticket … took on big business–and won, worked with both sides of the aisle. Let’s put it this way, if “Sarah Palin” (read: a strong, charismatic woman leader) took on the environment with single-minded focus, something might actually get done.
What I didn’t like in the dream was my ambivalence; if I wasn’t into being with Sarah Palin, why was I? Why wasn’t I more interested in what the Dalai had to say? Why did I resort to a sarcastic behind-someone’s-back comment rather than face what I really thought/felt. Overall in the dream, I felt swept along.
Perhaps that is part of the message, to me anyway. Sort of daring me/us to stand behind what we really support and believe. It’s so easy to get complacent.
So what was the Dalai Lama’s message? Are timeless spiritual truths the place to look for answers in the midst of this chaotic and frightening time?
With the Sarah part, I do see political messages as well but would rather not think about them here; something about the dangers ahead if our leaders are not super-intelligent. I did find it interesting that there were so many women in the dream (the handler was a woman, too).
First time in several months I dreamt on the New Moon.
🙂
grace
June 2, 2011 at 10:39 pm
Tzivia
Wow! There’s so much there: In addition to Palin and the Dalai Lama, a fox! A dog, yoga, a disabled girl, etc. etc. Your reflections on your dream seem solid and important to the process. Having two strong leaders with very different styles (to say the least) is also powerful. I think there are lots of layers to ponder here, but most important is the way it’s making you think and question and consider! So glad you were dreaming with us!
June 2, 2011 at 4:23 pm
David
I remembered several dreams last night that seemed (to me) to be all over the park. In the last one of the night, I helped someone who was in pain by suggesting a calf stretch for what appeared to be plantar fascitis. The first two did have a theme of finding a place to sit or to lie down, but that’s it. Here they are:
Looking for a seat
I just miss getting an aisle or window seat in the car of the train I boarded. I see an unoccupied window seat but notice that the seat in front of it is lying almost on top of it, so that’s out. I do find a middle seat, though it’s a bit of a tight squeeze getting by the person in the aisle seat next to it. I do see a nice wool blanket lying over the middle seat I’m about to get into. I wonder about that, but am also pleased. This takes away some of the anxiety I was feeling when I thought I might not find any seat.
Looking for a bed
I’m at some kind of weekend retreat. There are many others there too. I am looking for a bed in a large upstairs room. I choose one that is at the end of the room. Then I am in a large room listening to someone who is reading the rules to be followed during the retreat. We also have these rules on a sheet of paper in front of us. The speaker states that it will be easier for the women to obey the rule on sexual behavior than the men. I am really curious about what this rule could be that women would find easier to obey than men. Does the rule state that no sexual behavior is allowed and women would find that easier than men? I try to read about this rule from the paper in front of me, but I am having a hard time even reading the print on the page. Then, I am back in the bed I have chosen and am ready to go to sleep. The next thing I remember is feeling a presence in my bed, and here I may have begun to move into the wake state since I feel this presence in my real bed, the actual bed I am in. I am feeling a bit of apprehension at what or who this could be, while at the same time saying to myself that I know there can’t possibly be anyone in my bed. I wake up relieved.
June 3, 2011 at 2:41 am
Tzivia
The theme of looking for a place seems significant. The question that comes up for me is: What’s my place in all of this? Where do I fit myself in, my energy, my healing gifts?
June 2, 2011 at 4:41 pm
Sylvia
Intention: With the energies of Goddess Aphrodite, bringing love and beauty to the world, may there be healing energy for our Mother Earth in my dreams, and may I recall them fully. Thank you Dream Master. Namaste.
“Seed Boxes”
On a sunny day, myself and three other people are carrying shallow wooden crates, with what I divine as seeds covering the bottom of them, to a building that may be our ‘gazebo’, following each other along the sidewalk. A couple boxes are spilling some of the contents as there are openings in the crates. Someone in the shadows is holding the door open for us to enter the building. There is some distance between each of us who are carrying the boxes. At some point, I show my box to another person, am explaining something about the seeds.
I feel purposeful in the dream. Optimistic. Our ‘gazebo’ is where I hold my dream groups, and do much of my own dreamwork.
Upon reflection, I feel the Aphrodite Goddess energy is in the seeds, for spreading love, love, love. Love conquers all, and is the most healing energy I know.
Interesting that there are so many dreams about food, sustenance. I have recently begun a new regime, trying to eat more healthily, one of my goals for this year. Healing starts with oneself.
June 2, 2011 at 10:43 pm
Tzivia
Thank you for sharing your dream, Sylvia! The fact that the setting is the site of your dreamwork seems very important … and potent … not to mention the seed imagery!
June 2, 2011 at 6:28 pm
tamara
dream:
i am in a room with a therapist and a teen girl who has gone through a lot of trauma and troubles. The therapist isn’t being paid so she is just present but not doing anything. I start helping the girl unfold her process (ie, using Process Work skills and philosophy) and at one point we begin doing movement work but the girl is self-conscious so i tell her she can do it in another room. We continue unfolding together by yelling to each other in our separate rooms. (the therapist is still in the room w/ me and is a bit critical of my unconventional ways of working)At one point the girl gets quiet but i can hear her crying and ask what she is noticing. With MUCH relief she says, “i realize everything is perfect. I am perfect. everything is perfect just as it is”.
I am SO happy she got to that realization so quickly. I wake up in a very good mood.
June 2, 2011 at 10:41 pm
Tzivia
Wow! What a revelation that girl had within the dream! That feels like a message that we could all get healing from! Thank you for sharing your dream.
June 2, 2011 at 10:35 pm
Tzivia
Bob Van De Castle asked me to post this dream report for him:
Bob’s Dream of June 01/02
In the beginning of the dream, I was at an indoor setting and had been attending a convention or conference of some sort that was organized around some important theme like dreams, political reforms, or developing greater public awareness of the ecological threats to our environment. One of the women who had been an organizer for this was standing behind a counter as I left, and I told her I would return again for next year’s annual conference.
In the next scene, I had been walking with a group of people and we were discussing something amongst ourselves as we walked along this rather broad highway. Then for some reason, I was off by my self to the side of the road and was sitting down on the cement highway near the curb close by the entrance to a gas station. As I was sitting there on the pavement, and several cars made right-hand turns off of the wide highway they had been on and made a very fast right-hand turn that swung them past the stripe down the middle of the road and they came rather dangerously close to where I was sitting. I was both anxious about their reckless driving habits and exceeding the speed limit and unclear as to what I should do next.
In the next scene, I was on another road walking along the side, and was aware that a big shiny aluminum colored gas or oil truck was slowly passing me on my left. After it finally passed me, I was aware that there had been some slight suction that sort of pulled me toward the road after it passed by.
In the next scene, I was out in a desert setting walking with three or four other people who seem to be hiking enthusiasts. We stopped at one point to marvel at the way some snakes were crawling along in sort of a single file fashion on a long narrow leaf that was lying on the ground. We weren’t afraid of the snakes and appreciated this chance to see them display their coordinated activities. Then we saw some structures that looked like barrel cactus lying on its side and some bright luminous insects were sort of playing on the spikes that extended out from the trunk or center of it. For some reason we seemed slightly anxious as to whether this type of cactus posed any problems for us, and I stepped on and off of it with one foot without any problem, and so we decided that it was that any form of threat to us. We continued along from the sort of more barren desert setting to more of a wood lands setting. We would now climbing along and sort of single-line fashion as we walked up the slightly inclined dirt road with lots of shrubs and trees on either side. We encountered a family living in a log cabin off on one side and exchanged a few words and pleasant remarks about how beautiful the scenery was.
After we climbed to the top of the inclined road, we turned to the left and began walking along a wide paved road. To our left, was some sort of container area that had been constructed to store a large body of water, something like a reservoir. We could see the tops of the wooden poles that had been driven into the ground to provide one side of the retainer wall. It was about 100 feet wide and extended for some considerable distance. Across its surface was some sort of plastic or protective layering like aluminum foil. There was now quite a large number of people walking along this road. After walking a short distance I was walking alongside of two young women and one of them was discussing Iceland. I started to join in their conversation because I had visited Iceland a number of years ago in connection with a parapsychology convention there and we had an opportunity to take a bus tour of the various glaciers and geysers that were so impressive in their physical beauty. I began to teasingly interact with the blond headed woman and was either trying to encourage her to visit Iceland to see its beauties or that we should go together to see it. (I had also briefly explored with a former student and colleague of mine from Iceland the possibility of visiting him for a tour of Iceland after the conclusion of the team conference in Holland which will take place in a few weeks).
The blonde woman I was having the discussion with had some kind of rash or disfigurement across her lower face and throat, and I had made a conscious decision to not focus on this cosmetic deficiency and to give my attention to the fullness of who she was as a person and that we were sharing other important values. My association to this was linked to some anxiety I had experience when I heard about some preliminary volcanic eruptions in Iceland and wondering whether they would have any implications for the flight we would be making in a few weeks to Europe, because there had been such major disruptions in flight plans for European trips last year.
As I was dictating off this dream, I was aware of the many rich associations that could be made to various elements that were included within it one would be that mother nature, in her normal state of activities can cause events with hazardous consequences, such as volcanoes erupting, and we have to accept the undesirable activities as being part of the larger picture, but our role should also be to not attempt to make massive one-sided efforts to modify environmental events, because to do so, often elicits an undesirable chain reaction that may be reversible and it’s negative or catastrophic consequences.
June 3, 2011 at 1:48 am
Anne
Her are my dreams:
My grandparents are leaving someplace in a car. My grandmother looks weak. She has just finished round of chemotherapy (she has cancer in real life), and she smiles wearily as I greet her. Grandpa says he wants to give me something that’s been in the family for generations. He puts a neckalce with a medalion around my neck. At first I like the shape of the image on the medalion – looks like a moth or a bat – but then I realize it is a picture of a person standing aggressively/triumphantly on person on ground (as if person on ground is spoils from a battle or something).
Actress and I attempt to enter weird gate thingie. It is a torture device of some sort, but we work together and outsmart it. We do not get tortured.
I think to mysef how my generation (I am 29) is really grown-up now! We are becoming parents…
*Reflections:
I was a little disturbed by the medalion part. I don’t want the medalion with the mean battle scene around my neck! But there it is, I was wearing it in the dream. It made me think of how I don’t want to continue with the old model of power-over. I want to EMpower myself and others…..empower the Earth. Maybe partnering with my clever actresses of the world we can outsmart these traps and birth some nurturing new systems and rules….
June 3, 2011 at 2:45 am
Tzivia
So nice to find you here, Anne! I’m glad you’re dreaming with us. I notice you have an actress in your dream … as do several other dreamers this month (actors and actresses of various types!) As for the medallion, how interesting. The butterfly makes me think of beautiful transformation. The struggle and triumph image has a lot of power in it for me. I think of it as different concepts/philosophies … possibly parts of myself or communal idealistic struggles that are being waged. I like reading your reflections about it!
June 3, 2011 at 12:17 pm
Anne
Thanks Tzivia! I’m sorry I missed some dreaming sessions in the past….Thank you for all the reminders this time!
I love the actress theme. (What “part” do we need to “play” to evolve? Who takes center stage?) Thank you for your insightful reflections too….
A 🙂
June 3, 2011 at 7:20 am
Laurel Clark
It felt like I was dreaming all night long. I woke up, frustrated because I did not remember the long dreamtime. I heard the words, “Concierge hotel.”
Then, I fell back asleep, for a short period of time, and had this amazing dream:
I am marrying an Indian (native American) who is heir to a Native lineage — like a chieftain. His name means spirit. Mine means body. At first I am put off — I think I should have the spirit name.
There is a long scroll in the ground, buried in a kind of cave-like rectangular hole, with all the history. Someone has dug it up to show me. Loulou shows me too. I see the writing and people are explaining to me the symbols and what it means.
The marriage ceremony seems kind of thrown together. I don’t have a veil or headpiece. An older woman tells me it’s okay, she used to mess hers up when she slept on it. (That’s when I get the impression that if I wore a headpiece I would be wearing it all the time, not just for the ceremony.)
I am realizing I don’t know this man and how strange that seems, in contrast to marrying John [the man I was married to who died 11 years ago] who I was so much in love with, but this seems okay, since we are marrying out of Duty. It is as if our union is for something much greater than ourselves and we both know it. (like it’s not about our personal selves but for the lineage)
Earlier, there are lots of clothes. I see bags on the floor. (like they either have or had clothes in them.) There is a woman who says we don’t have desserts, no cake. Dr. B (a teacher of mine) tells the woman who is not satisfied that she should go get the desserts.
We are in a restaurant prior to the ceremony. I have to pee and wonder where the bathroom is and if I have time to go before the ceremony, and how long the ceremony will be. I’m wondering if they will wait for me if I go now.
***
I haven’t had time to really ponder this and decide what I think it means, other than making a commitment to serve something greater than myself and that there is some ancient wisdom or knowledge that I have the opportunity to tap into. I do recognize that related to healing the earth is the idea of having vision and making choices with the future in mind (the lineage, and the Native American idea of considering the next seven generations when making choices.)
Any feedback is welcome!
June 6, 2011 at 10:51 am
Jessica (Yiskah) Koock
Well, I do not recollect images from last night’s dream having a 17 mo. old at present, but I did wake-up with a very good feeling but also so tired like the weight of the world, (or the weight of the last few days- LOL!) was catching up w/ me.