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September 27, 2011 at 7:27 pm
Gale
Dream Title: Finding a Place to Stay. I am lined up with a group of people to see an apartment. Deogratious, a man from Tanzania, is there. Each of us has a blue card with a white circle on it. Movers are moving in a large square wooden table and dresser wrapped in cellophane and taped up. We decide, as a group, to stay at the apartment.
September 28, 2011 at 6:54 pm
Tzivia
Hi Gale,
What intriguing symbols: A blue card with a white circle (the circle of life?) … and then the table is square (I think of completion and stability when I think of a square and a gathering place for nourishment, connection, etc. when I thnk of a table). So if it were my dream I’d think we dreamers are encouraged to decide to stay in a place of life, connection, communication, nourishment and cycles … Yes, I’ve left the dresser out, I’m still pondering that one 🙂
September 27, 2011 at 10:12 pm
Victoria
27/28 September 2011, Australia.
I just had some snippets – one of which was of a “real” Duck [anas superciliosa] being forced inside a large, clear glass or crystal swan.
Otherwise I felt as though I were having discussions about [peace] trains to a possible dream related conference in Australia next year and also
talking with police and others about Police Remembrance Day on the 29th of September.
VictoriaQ
September 28, 2011 at 6:52 pm
Tzivia
Hi Victoria,
Thank you for dreaming with us. What an intriguing image: A duck being forced inside a crystal swan! I’m not sure what to make of it, but I’m fascinated by the image … it feels powerful!
I’m also noticing that police have showed up in at least a couple of dreams so far! For myself I wonder if this might be a message for us about the need to remember authentic authority?
September 28, 2011 at 12:56 pm
Laurel Clark
I had an active dream night with lots of dreams and one that seemed to go on for a long time … the dream that seems the most related to Global Healing is that I had to take someone (my sister K, perhaps? not sure now, although it was clear in the dream) to the hospital for some kind of surgery or procedure. We were concerned about being late; it was already 10:10 and we were supposed to be there at 10:30. I was in a car; there was a lot of luggage to get packed. My (late) husband and I were going to drive separately so that I could get K there on time.
Then, another scene. P came in the door. I was surprised to see here because she had cut off communication. I was a little nervous because when she feels hurt her communication is angry and caustic and I had been on the receiving end of that kind of communication the last time we corresponded. However, I was glad that she was there and a part of me was glad to have the opportunity to resolve the discord before graduation. I didn’t want her to just show up for graduation with the ill feelings still there. I was busy making arrangements for my sister to check in to the hospital and in the meantime P was meeting/talking with my teacher. When I got done with my preparations, I couldn’t find P and I was hoping she was still there so that we could talk.
Seems like there was much more to the dream but this is what I remember.
My comments:
I see a hospital as a place of healing. My sister K is very organized, disciplined, self directed and knows her own mind and own thoughts. (sometimes to the point of being opinionated although she seems to be much more open-minded and curious lately.)
P often gets her feelings hurt, and then holds grudges forever. She likes to make people “pay” for what she perceives as them hurting her or doing her injustice and she becomes quite self righteous about it.
So, I see on a personal level that this dream is telling me I am wanting and needing to heal any ways that I let my own fixed ideas get in the way of being forgiving or mutable when needed. There is a need to be willing to receive and accept all points of view. (although in many ways I do that, I also have difficulty tolerating self pity and blame.)
So I think the dream is telling me that learning to forgive and resolve any kind of hurt or misunderstanding is the key to being able to be self directed and secure in who I am and what I am here to do.
On a global level, I think it is the same message. It seems that many of the world’s problems are based on “positionality”; that is, people holding on to their own opinions and viewpoints, being divided (as Betty Williams, Nobel Peace prize winner, says) left and right, theologically and philosophically …
Sometimes what one person or group or culture sees as “right,” another one sees as “wrong”; even though they may actually be thinking in similar ways. It’s oftentimes a matter of perspective. For example, someone who says, “you’re not listening to me!” may also not be listening to the person or people they are talking to!
In other words, I think that individually and collectively, we need to hear one another in order to resolve disputes. I think that we need to want to understand the other person or culture more than we need to voice our own opinions. It is valuable to know one’s own mind and thoughts so that we don’t have to be defensive. When we can hear one another, then we can begin to see what we have in common, what is universal, how we are all in this together and to further that aim.
That’s my two cents about my dream! I’d love to hear any feedback.
Peace to all,
Laurel
September 28, 2011 at 6:48 pm
Tzivia
Hi Laurel,
Thank you for dreaming with us!
Your own reflections on your dreams are so powerful and complete. Hear, Hear to listening and HEARing 🙂
This is what resonates for me as I think about the intention:
The phrase “we are concerned about being late” stands out to me … are we, as a species on this planet, too late to get to the healing?
There certainly is a lot of unpacking to do (sorting out the stuff we carry around with us) if we’re going to be able to get on with our healing mission …
The graduation part feels like moving onto the next “level” … Resolving discord first feels like cleaning up Karmic traces in order to go forward, etc.
September 28, 2011 at 1:18 pm
Maria
I had a hard time sleeping last night. I dedicated my dreams to global healing and dreamed I was teaching my mother how to use a computer. We were in a former home of her sister’s — in my cousins old bedroom.
I was typing in violet color as if I was talking for my mom: “I am a Sagittarius. I am a blurter. I am adventurous and I love to travel…” My companion’s mother is standing behind us. She says “do mine”, meaning zodiac sign.
At 1st I think I don’t know you, but think, “oh yeah…you’re a Taurus”; and then realize, “no she’s is a Scorpio” and think I better be careful how I describe her. EOD
At 1st I felt playful and fun with my Sagittarius mother, but then I felt jealousy and the need to be cautious lest I upset the Scorpio Mother.
September 28, 2011 at 6:42 pm
Tzivia
Hi Maria,
Dreaming about Mothers, Taurus (EARTHy sign), and Scorpio (sex and death) feels very relevant to the intention to me. For me violet is a color of spring time and happiness, so I feel hope in the dream, too.
BTW, I also dreamed of my Scorpio mother last night!
Thank you for dreaming with us!
September 28, 2011 at 2:27 pm
Laura B.
Incubation: Tonight I dream for global healing, for the planet, for the people.
Dream Title: Face transplant for conjoined twins
I am driving downhill. A pickup truck pulling a boat on a trailer speeds toward me and starts to pass on the left. I see he is being chased by the police. I slow down. A car has started to pull out of a driveway up ahead. I hit the brakes but I can’t get over in the next lane because of the truck, the boat and the police. I slam into the car. Before I can recover another and another car does the same thing. I pull off the road and go check on the other cars. No one is hurt.
I see a father has “donated” his face to grow new skin so his conjoined twins can be separated. The twins are babies joined below the waist. The father’s face has been sewn in between the upper torsos. As the babies grow they get bigger and they also separate further apart. The face becomes distorted and stretched. I imagine the father sitting at home, faceless, waiting to get his face back. How will they ever make it fit again?
Comments: Laurel, Thank you for sharing the beautiful commentary on your own dreams. It really struck a chord with me and I found such similarity in my dream. I ask myself, “Am I treating the opinions and viewpoints of others carefully and with respect when they attempt to ‘share the road with me’? Do I feel I can’t get over and make room for them because of the ‘police’, the rules, my socially accepted conventions? Do I truly see and believe that we are all connected? Is it through the face of the Father that we are connected yet separate, that my view of truth, reality is stretched and grown, and where the chasm between our differences is healed? Can the face of the Father, my view of Spirituality go back to where it started? Will it fit anymore?” All feedback is welcome.
September 28, 2011 at 6:40 pm
Tzivia
Hi Laura,
Your reflection on your own dream (inspired by Laurel) feels very thorough to me!
I often see police in my dreams when something “big” is about to happen. Maybe they come to try to enforce the “rules of the road” … which in dreaming often need to be broken 🙂
I am most struck by the image of the father waiting to get his face back, wondering whether it will ever fit again. In relation to the intention I think of how things are changing in our world beyond recognition; how sometimes it feels like humans are being taught that we need to give up everything we think we know about who we (as a species) are in order to find new ways to heal and help … The dream feels “Zen” to me, in terms of having to give up our attachment to who we think we are in order to preserve life for the next generations (babies) …
September 28, 2011 at 2:27 pm
Betsy Grund
I set my intention, somewhat sleepily I regret. But, my dream:
WORKING A DREAM WITH L.C.
I am working in a very focussed way with a dreamer. We are making good progress in connecting with the dream and are writing words in bold, black letters below where the dream is written on a white board.
There was a nice sense of accomplishment and clarity in our work together.
Thanks everyone… B
September 28, 2011 at 6:33 pm
Tzivia
Hi Betsy,
The sense of accomplishment, clarity and working together stands out for me in relation to the intention. This feels like healing work to me.
BTW, you were in my dream last night 🙂 It was nice to see you there!
September 28, 2011 at 5:00 pm
David
As usual when I set the intention to recall my dreams, I do. I had five (that I wrote down). Two of them are:
Religious Expression
I’m in the midst of a group of agitated women who are together in a room to argue to elected officials for the right of their husbands to express that they are gay. I thought that it was strange that the women were married to gay men. But then I realized that the women were arguing about the right to openly express religious beliefs. One woman complained that if a lawmaker is even only slightly to the left politically the lawmaker denounces the expression of one’s religion as unconstitutional.
Comment: within the dream recognition of incongruity (women married to gay men) changed the subject of the dream (to expression of religion). Both rights, of course, are part of our healing.
Poor Farmers
Men are lined up shooting rifles along the edge of the road. Barbed wire separates the men from the field into which they are shooting. The rifles are well detailed, almost collectors’ items. The field belongs to a farmer who cannot make money from the farm and is making money by allowing men to use his field in this way.
September 28, 2011 at 6:32 pm
Tzivia
David, thanks for posting! I can’t help but notice the very different expressions of masculinity in the dreams … in the first one the men are gay (though married to women) and in the second the men are engaging in “typical” male behavior: Shooting guns. I’m assuming the farmer is a man, too … a nurturing/planting job, thus yet another expression of a gender role. There’s a lot here, really: Commerce, a field (field of possibility, field of dreams, etc.) … that I’d like to think more about in relation to the intention.
September 28, 2011 at 5:10 pm
Brenda Ferrimani
I’m not sure my dream is relevant, but here goes:
I am someplace with my dream colleagues. I am arranging meetings with men that we will make love to. There are three and I recognize them as spiritual teachers (one of the three men is a Rabbi). I have made business cards on flimsy paper for sexual personas they may be interested in. One is green and there’s something about Green Lace.
(aha!- as I just wrote the word Green – I made an environment connection! – Oh, boy! Now I’m really confused! LOL!) I don’t think we ever get to our Love Fest, but there’s a moment I become lucid and say “We’d never get away with this in waking life! — There’s a lot of joy and excitement as we get things going in the huge building we are gathered in. Children are splashing in spa baths and Sherry and I are on roller skates whizzing around. I’m going really fast and wonder if I can make the corner which is a right angle. I manage ok. Next, we’re at the place in the building where you can board planes to your destinations. We’re discussing where we will be going.
September 28, 2011 at 5:23 pm
Tzivia
I knew you’d find the connections, Brenda! Also, lovemaking in a dream for global healing certainly has implications for creating new connections, paradigms, and, well, LOVE! (What the world needs now 🙂 Joy, excitement, gatherings … all of this feels like healing energy to me! I’m certain the world is a better place with your dream(s) in it! Thanks for posting.
September 29, 2011 at 2:51 pm
Sherry Puricelli
Hi Brenda,
I love your dream and your insights from it. When I project on your dream, I appreciate the emotions in the dream – joy and excitement! Also, the concept of a Lovefest. The healing is all about my LOVE and my connections, especially on a spiritual level. I might also ask myself about spa baths… and children. Hmmmm… I might wonder, as I’m whizzing around, if I’m approaching this at the right angle (tee hee). Dream maker tells me that I’ve managed ok. I’m building to the place where, connecting with others, we’re ready to take flight toward our destinations!
Wow! Empowering dream! I agree with Tzivia. Healing, connecting, loving…
Have a great flight! Love, Sherry
September 28, 2011 at 5:15 pm
Tzivia
Intention:
Methods: I made a “Global Healing” Dream Vision Board on my iphone with a new app for that purpose, (which I read about at the IASD Lucid Dreams Cyber Conference yesterday) The pictures and words on my dream board were focused on the qualities of: Balance, Love, Creative Work and People, Stillness, and
Radiant Emerging—.
DREAMS:
I recorded many dreams and will sum up the relevant themes here:
4:59 a.m.
The first dreams of the night were about the theme of love and couples finding each other.
“A Newborn in the Window and Puzzles in the Kitchen”
I’m bringing Betsy to a house, she was going to take a journey on a snowy day. Reuthe L. is driving and we drive past a lovely small brick house, which Reuthe owns and has had on the market a long. It’s in a very expensive neighborhood in my city. It’s way out of my price range. I tell Reuthe I’d buy it, even though I couldn’t give her close to her price, but I could give her a big cash down deposit.
We get out of the car at the house we are going to. As we approach it, someone points out that there’s a newborn baby in the house across the street, whose neck is “still wobbly”. I wonder how she can see all that from the street. I turn to have a look and indeed there is a baby in a third floor window. It has a large head and its nestled in its bassinet. It’s yawning, I comment that it looks quite content.
[Big headed baby is a recurring symbol for me lately … following to a “Big Dream” I had recently about an aborted poodle …].
We enter the house where we’ll drop our friend off for her ride. Lesbians live here. In the kitchen there is an entire floor-to-ceiling shelf unit filled with sleekly-designed puzzle games. In one puzzle you have to roll coins through a little maze into the center where they must add up to some exact amount that something costs, but you don’t know what the amount is up front. I think, “I could never do this, I could never figure it out.” [In WL I’d just been telling someone that I can’t figure out how to do Soduko puzzles.]
7:16 a.m.
“What Will I Remember of this Life, What Will Remain? Was I Lucky? Was I Loved?”
I’m in my house, in my [childhood] bedroom. It’s dark, shadowy, like early morning or late afternoon light. I’m feeling lazy.
My mother is looking at a photograph of her mother from long, long ago and feeling connected and loving and sharing memories and feelings. This leads me to think about what picture I’ll look into when I’m old. Will it be my mother or father? I think how handsome my father is, and wonder if with time’s passing I’ll think my mother was beautiful, too. Will I look into her eyes (in the picture) and see their blue luminosity? [they are green in WL]
I start to compare my life to my mothers’ and other people’s, wondering if my parents were as good as other parents? Did I get enough quality love? Did I get shortchanged in the parent department?
I wonder if I’ll have a different perspective when a lot of time has passed. Will I see only their beauty as my mother seems to be doing now. I wonder what will I remember by then? Will I remember my Jr. High math teacher’s name? Will I remember that she had short hair if I remember her at all? What will stay and what will be lost?
I wonder, after I die, what will I remember? Will I remember being me? Or will I just remember the essence of what I wanted, what I lived for? What will I remember when all this (life, time) is over. Will I just remember love? Only the essence of love? Only the feeling of wanting love, of searching for love? Of wanting to love and be loved? Of wanting that sense of security, of home, of shelter in love? I think I’ll write a poem about this but it’s trite.
“I Can’t Sleep With This Mess Around, Can’t Eat it Either”
I’m in bed sleeping now, or up in the middle of the night. I realize I can’t fall asleep because there’s some dirty dishes next to my bed … a pot of half-eaten soup in particular and an empty plastic container of chocolate pudding. I get up to bring this stuff downstairs, realizing others in the house will find it to be strange behavior in the middle of the night. But I can’t wait till morning, I can’t sleep with this mess next to my bed.
In the morning I see the pot of soup on the stove, I wonder if it’s okay after being out of the refrigerator so long. It’s 1 p.m. and time to eat lunch. I should eat the soup and I turn the fire on under it, but I don’t want it. I feel retchy just thinking about eating it. It’s too old. But my mother seems like she’s going to eat it. [EATING/Not-eating are recurring symbols from recent Big Dreams]
Vacuuming and the Poodle Makes New Messes with Dirt
Debbie is following me around my house as I vacuum. She doesn’t like the noise of the vacuum cleaner so I’m “trying” to stay away from her, but I’m pretty much on her heels the whole time. As I vacuum in the kitchen I see a clove of garlic and a small (maybe 8 inch) stick of sugar cane in one corner. I make a mental note to clean that up later.
Now Debbie has become Chris and she has Debbie’s poodle, Nikki with her. We’re talking as I’m vacuuming and I notice that I’m messing up the colorful rag scatter rugs as I vacuum them because I’m too lazy to change the vacuum setting lower so I’m just sucking the little rags out of the weaving so they turn into little floret-type things. But they’ll eventually unravel, a a few have, I now notice, if I keep this up. I shouldn’t be so lazy, I think. I say to C. that I’ll buy new rugs that are tougher, can stand up to vacuuming, etc. I point out my Sea Turtle rug, which I bought to commemorate my vacation to St. John, and which is holding up very well. Then again, I say, it’s much newer. [Turtle is another recurring symbol of late … representing Slowing Down!/Stillness]
I’m nearly done with the vacuum, I tell Chris, as I finish up vacuuming the foyer. [vacuuming the foyer was also a symbol in the LD extravaganza from earlier this month] …. I think she’ll be relieved because she doesn’t like the sound of the vacuum. [in wake life it was our dog who didn’t like the sound of the vacuum!]
Now I see a big pile of dirt near a house plant where I’ve already vacuumed. The dog did that, I realize! She dug into the plant pot and spilled the dirt and now she’s eating it! I’m so frustrated! Now I have all that to clean up! I point this out to C. Now I have so much more work to do, that mess will take a long time to clean up! Now the dog is eating the dirt! I’m mad at the dog. I poke it with the vacuum attachment and tell it to stop it! I worry I’ll make the dog retch by poking it’s stomach like that! I tell C. she can’t bring this dog here anymore. This is the second time it’s caused so much trouble, I say. I feel bad b/c I know how much C. likes to bring her dog with her, but then I remember she’s only dogsitting for this one and she only has it for a couple more weeks.
There is a standard poodle in the dream! In this case it’s Debbie and Reuthe’s poodle, Nikki. [Recurring symbol of Nikki (also in the form of a man I know by that name)!]
EODS
My Reflection: There is a theme of eating, cleaning up, etc. What we consume, what we waste, what needs to be cleaned up. Also, the images from my incubation entered into the dream: Stillness/Turtle, Love/Couples/Meditation on Love, Balance/I dreamed of a man on a bicycle, but that didn’t make it into this report, Radiant Emerging/Baby, New life.
September 28, 2011 at 5:21 pm
Tzivia
HELP WANTED, A MESSAGE FROM YOUR HOSTESS:
Hello Dreamers, for those who don’t know me, I’m your hostess, Tzivia 🙂 Welcome to our dream community.
Here’s where/why/&how I need a little help … The Jewish New Year begins this evening at sunset …this means I won’t be on the computer as much as usual. So please, help out by GIVING EACH OTHER FEEDBACK on dreams. Normally I like to comment on all the dreams that are posted here, but I’ll be slow this time around and would love all of your help in spreading the love … and comments!
When you do give comments, remember the “If it were my dream” method, which helps us all to avoid interpreting any one else’s dream for them. On this site in particular we encourage comments that help the dreamer find connections beween her/his dream and the group’s intention … and/or places where you connect to the dream.
That’s my PSA for now 🙂 I wish everyone a sweet and delicous New Year! And sweet and delicious dreams all year long!
–Tz.
September 28, 2011 at 6:52 pm
Jolie Harsch
I can’t remember much only that a man had buried a house completely. I think it had to do with his wife, like the house was for her and when she died, he buried it. As we got the dirt out, I was surprised that it still looked new. The wood was light pine. It had a unique removable panel for star gazing.
We’ve set our tent too close to the water. The tide comes up and soaks part of our things. Next, we are dragging the tent into tight quarters. Someone tells us, there is room for it over there and points to a small space between others. There are two large women sitting in recliners, one in a pink robe, the other in a purple.
I am outside and yellow jackets are flying all around. I am brushing them away, and trying to pass through to a clear area. I look at my pant legs, and they are covered in large moths. It seems like they are attached all the way through to my flesh. Another person shows up and starts scraping them off.
October 12, 2011 at 2:11 am
Tzivia
Hi Jolie,
I’m intrigued by the image of the buried house with the special star-gazing panel. The earthiness of the buried house and the upward expansive reach of the open panel for stargazing makes this image feel hopeful, connected and balanced! There’s so much more but I’m just enjoying the layers of meaning and feeling in this one image for the time being! Thank you for dreaming with us 🙂
September 28, 2011 at 8:53 pm
Sylvia
Last night I centered with a Goddess Pachamama (Healing, Wholy, Holy) card. Pachamama is the Earth, Dragon goddess, sacred symbols of llamas and guinea pigs (and I had a guinea pig in my dream the night before). My Intention was to dream with Pachama energy, joining all the other dreamers with the purpose of healing our planet Mother Earth, each other and myself.
Dream 1. Two Spires
I see two church spires, side by side, outlined against a clear, light blue sky in the distance above the trees. The larger grand church on the right has an ornate tall spiky spire, the smaller, simply-built, humble church on the left. Their spires are what caught my eye – the first reminding me of the crown of an Elizabethan queen, the latter of a simple mission, with a plain cross inside a simple four-sided arched square spire, its bare cross a sign for all who passes by. Between myself and this image are the roofs of the town buildings, as if I’m watching from the other side of a valley. It feels like early autumn.
Dream 2. G`s New Coding System
G. has sent all of us in our ODS group a new code that she has designed. She’s really excited about it, a way we can communicate together. It comes out on the computer a large page, with beautiful large designs of the coding system. It looks like it’s written in pewter with crystals embedded. As none of us are able to figure out how she did it, G. explains.. All our English alphabet letters are enscripted into the twelve designs of the horoscope, so several letters are together in one design. The letters are all in capitals. How ingenious!
Notes: The word ‘enscripted’ is what I saw as I was reviewing my dream before getting up. It probably means ‘embedded’, or ‘incorporated’. T. was included in our ODS group as well – the original IDS seven.
Comments:
Dream 1. To me, the two spires represent the spiritual qualities of those who have belief in the more formal patriarchal-built faiths, and those who have a more feminine, earthy approach. Being harmoniously side-by-side gives me much hope, that we are moving in the right direction, creating harmonious relationships, accepting our differences. Èlizabethan`- I have a sister Elizabeth who always gives me a feeling of being loved and goes about in a calm, deliberate manner that I admire. The `mission` church gives me a sense that more and more people are on a `mission` to create a healthy planet and all beings living on/in it.
Dream 2. I feel that there’s a new way for us to communicate, and that it can be deciphered. All the astrological signs and complete alphabet is included in the ‘code’, which to me, means that no one is to be excluded. But there is a great mystery in decoding the message.
I’m looking forward to reading all your dreams. An amazing experience, as always.
October 12, 2011 at 2:07 am
Tzivia
What powerful dreams, Sylvia! I love the themes of communication, accepting differences, and balance between male and female energies! Thank you for dreaming with us!
September 28, 2011 at 9:11 pm
Sally Bellerose
Dreamed that mice were living in the house with us – that I didn’t care, felt welcoming, in fact, but wished we could figure out a way to ummm… house train them.
What I like best about group dreaming is that I always sleep long and well, by which I mean I don’t wake up at 2-4am and proceed to stay awake for hours.
October 12, 2011 at 2:05 am
Tzivia
Hi Sally, thank you for sharing your dream and your reflection! I love the sense in your dream of creatures great and small learning to live in harmony together (at least once there’s a bit of training :).
September 29, 2011 at 3:56 am
Deborah Merchant
Here are two dreams I had recently, which I believe have to do with the most productive focus of our energies and responses in the coming times, however long “coming times’ is. I also think these two dreams show an aspect of the power and importance of being human .
The first dream I had was in the wee hours between Saturday 8/21 and Sunday, 8/22 which was the morning my friend and colleague of 24 years, Cynthia Marble, died. I believe this dream was, in part, her final reconciliations with her dying process as well as sending me information as she transitioned.
As usual for me, there was not an experience of a dream beginning, but rather an experience of this waking reality fading into a different reality. Thus it is more like waking up into what is already happening. It was early winter, with flakes of snow just beginning to fall in the city I was in. I was walking down a small street which led past an emergency room. I was on my way to class. As I walked near the emergency room entrance, I saw a young couple entering the emergency room. The woman appeared to be about 20, with long blonde hair. The young man, clearly her partner, seemed just as young and somewhat afraid. He supported her as she leaned against him. She did not seem well but kept reassuring the young man that she was fine, it was just a touch of flu and he did not need to fuss over her so. Something had me enter the emergency room behind them instead of continuing to class. The emergency room did not have a lot of people needing help, so the staff took the young couple back to be checked fairly fast. Something had me follow them. By the time the doctor had begun to examine the young woman, she had already begun to look worse. She no longer looked as though she just had a flu, but as if something much worse was happening. When she sat, the lower part of her shin was visible, and blue-black spots had begun to show, some of which were oozing. She began to panic when she saw them. The young man tried to calm her, but it was clear he was having trouble managing himself as well. When the doctor left to get something, the young woman lost her resolve and began to panic and scream. I tried to calm her. I got she and her partner (they seemed married to me) calm, being clear headed and positive, holding their own until suddenly people started flooding into the ER, with symptoms like the young woman’s. The young man began to look ill also. In short order, there were gurneys in every square inch of space with patients on them. Some were fearful, some were resigned, some were just calm, some were delirious. The noise was incredible, and the air was soon thick with fear and smelled of transmitting disease. My job was to try to calm people down. This job was assigned to me by Spirit, who made it severely clear that it was vital for people to remain calm, positive, and in faith regarding being healed. Spirit made it clear this was the way to prevent spread of this flesh eating disease: preventing it from spreading in a given person’s body or to another person. At first I did everything I could: I waved my arm in an arc, releasing rainbows; I talked and persuaded; I cajoled and pleaded for people to focus on the positive regarding their lives, life in general, the spots on their bodies not affected by disease, whatever there was to be grateful and appreciative of. In desperation I even danced a jig at one point. Some heard me, some could not or would not. Those that could not or would not, died a horrible, rapid death. Those who could or would hear me broadcasting what Spirit told me to say began to heal rapidly, to get strong, even stronger than they were before, and they began to transmute into whatever it was they hoped and dreamed for themselves, the planet, their purpose, etc. The most grievous were the times some people saw the healing all around them and concluded God was leaving them out of the healing, teaching them a lesson, judging them, or some such interpretation explaining why others were being healed and they weren’t, and so they died horrible fear-filled deaths, never realizing they were but a choice away from the same healing and transmutation others experienced. I was getting exhausted and close to succumbing to fear myself when Spirit showed me how to triage. I was shown how to see who would or could not hear after effort to have them understand and thus be healed and strengthen the field, and who would or could. I was shown how necessary it was to triage, not just to save myself from succumbing but to spend energy and focus where it would do the most good, save the most lives. It grieved me to do this, but I got it. The rest of the dream was this process, expanding to include those who joined me, honoring those who went on to their place in the field, their place in the energy matrix, which would eventually be the tipping point, as well as grieving and honoring those who could not rise to what was asked of them. It was not possible to judge them, be angry at them, etc for it was clear their systems were compromised long before the flesh-eating disease took over. That which compromised humanity allowed the disease to enter and steal the rest of their system, the rest of their lives. For those who could master their fear and focus differently, they could be healed; it was the uncompromised parts of themselves which could remember themselves fully and correctly as individuals and as what it is to be human that allowed them to live. I felt so sad for those who died – and as soon as I thought this to myself, Spirit said: “are you going to focus on the sadness for those who could not make it in this form or on the Joy for the ones who could?” Point taken.
The second dream of this type, continuing my instruction and expanding my awareness, occurred the last night of the retreat with Sai Maa of Humanity in Unity, which just finished yesterday. So, this dream was on Saturday, Sept 24 in the wee hours before Sunday Sept 25 began.
In this dream, I had accidentally touched the world of some Mafia people. Somehow I accidentally found something and in my do-gooder naivete, I turned it in, but that person was part of the Mafia ring in some fashion. In their paranoia and fear, they came after me. The more I tried to reason with them, to explain, to treat them respectfully, the worst it got. Most of the dream was like the TV shows where the bad guys hunt the good guy who unintentionally got caught up in the situation, so there was lots of violence, fear, chase scenes, etc. The drama of being afraid,feeling small and powerless, doubting myself, not having time to think, being tired from the dangerous chases, and more, had me close to succumbing to the evil. Just as I was at the end of my strength, in a large warehouse type place surrounded by thugs like predators surrounding the kill, dramatic spotlight illuminating the center of the circle and all, I got a download from Spirit. To me, it sounded like trumpets blasting the code of awareness into me. It was obvious no one else heard anything. Spirit trued me up, centered me in focusing on what there was to be grateful for, on letting go of fear even though that seemed unwise and impossible. I started with “I’m not dead yet or even very hurt.” I felt infused with strength, which let me get hold of my mind, my thoughts, and to have more physical energy. As I did so, my power grew, and this allowed me to move past the force of the Mafioso thugs. To them it was as if I just disappeared. To me, I just walked past them. The message was the same as for the previous dream, except the focus was more on the mind, beliefs, perceptions, the impact of fear on our sense of what is real/true in this one and more on the impact of fear and beliefs/perception on the physical body in the first dream.
I think these dreams are very important for the times we are in. I have already been seeing events in my life in which these messages have been vital. In fact, the most important times were those in which I was caught unaware that ‘reality’ was actually a composite of my perceptions and beliefs in that moment.
September 29, 2011 at 12:56 pm
Betsy Grund
Dear Deborah – holy cow – I agree that these are very important dreams – what a clear reminder that in every moment we have a choice regarding where we put our focus and the profound consequences we create by choosing. Perked me right up. THANK YOU. Betsy
September 29, 2011 at 2:34 pm
Sherry Puricelli
I didn’t remember my dreams from night-time due to lack of sleep time, so I took a nap with our intention.
“Intentions”
In my dream, I’m with a group of dreamers and we’re agreeing on our intention for a dream incubation. Then we’re together again, discussing the content of our dreams. EOD
When I woke up, I thought – What? Not exactly what I expected, lol!
Thanks for the healing intention and the sharing.
Love,
Sherry
October 12, 2011 at 2:04 am
Tzivia
Oh, you are such a faithful dreamer, Sherry, fitting in a nap to help our cause! And here we are, awake in your dream of dreamers agreeing, incubating and discussing!
September 29, 2011 at 5:52 pm
Isaac
The night of the 27th was the night before I took my GRE (grad school version of the SAT that would put me one step closer to becoming a Clinical Psychologist and healing the world that way). I felt it was appropriate to have such a dream mission before my test. So that night I watched Studio Ghibli’s Tales from Earthsea (fantasy about natural balance in the world) before bed. I set my intention as: “I will have a dream about healing the world” and went to sleep::zzZZ
I’m watching a rather powerful opera with a bunch of other people in the courtyard of a Roman Villa. I walk out and find myself in a gorgeous park with an old friend of mine. The path is next to a crystal clear lake with a Frank Lloyd Wright style concrete house right in the middle of the lake, it has a waterfall leading from he house, complimenting the waterfalls behind it. It has that lovely water tension that you see in some natural and manmade waterfalls. I return to the play and it ends on a happy, high note with the lead actors coming into the audience who sings along enthusiastically. There’s a bit more about me trying to chat with Woody Allen, but its fuzzy and not related to world healing.
October 12, 2011 at 2:01 am
Tzivia
How appropriate that you were dreaming with us for world healing as you prepared to take your GRE to become a healing member in the ranks of clinical psychology. Your dream is full of creativity, clarity and flow. I love that human-made beauty and natural beauty exist harmoniously in this vision!
October 1, 2011 at 11:27 pm
Jane Beaumont Snyder
I am standing before an enormous painting–it is mostly blue tones and is 15th century religious style. It is bigger than a billboard and is breathtaking. (I would say it was something like 15×15 feet, but I am terrible at measurements!) I am supposed to find one detail in it which will be important–set things in motion, so to speak. Although I don’t remember exactly, I think it is the hands of this woman in the painting…a pious, high-priestess type…in blue robe…the hands folded, but yet receptive, in a specific mudra that embodies both those qualities. (in later reflection, I realize that this painting is very similar or actually does depict the scene of The Annunciation, the figures are two females, and the mood is that of holiness, awe, and gratitude…seeing this painting comes across as a blessing).
Then I am meeting with my musical director about the upcoming Opera…and he says he is having doubts about doing Cinderella (or is it Sleeping Beauty?) as a prelude to the Bach Mass in B minor (which we are performing in waking life come December). He wants to try this opera called Giselda and the Cider House (or something to that effect). I look over the libretto and score and we rehearse and stage some of it to see how it would fit. My character would be Giselda…she is some sort of maid at this cider house but she slips and falls and bumps her head, falling unconscious as soon as she is introduced. Like Sleeping Beauty, she has to wait out the rest of the opera for healing and awakening, although she sings at the end.
Then I am crossing a street in a blizzard–snow piled high everywhere–it is very dangerous. The street is the street I grew up in (Willard St., in Burlington, VT). The cars won’t stop, but I am careful. I make it cross the street to the house (apartment) I grew up in. But now I live in a different apartment “downstairs on the opposite side.” (really I lived downstairs on the right side in waking life, but in dream memory I lived upstairs on the right with a bunkbed outside and covered with vines). All the apartments have bunkbeds outside covered with vines…I think about how nice it will be to sleep outside when it is warm. I am now in the house (except sense that I am upstairs on the left side), and my sister and another female friend join me for a bath so we can use these special healing bath salts. They are pink, like Himalayan salt crystals. We are all naked in the bath and the salts feel so good and healing–as does our shared comfotability with vulnerability, each of us allowing our bellies to be loose and loving them, feeling them immersed. My top half isn’t fully immersed (my sister asks me if I am cold) so I arrange myself a bit more sideways and now am fully immersed. From here we are watching images of the earth on a screen (like an ipad)–water, ocean, lands, beauty. The screen settles on images of these tiny snail-like creatures (like tiny ancient horseshoe crabs, fossil-creatures, trilobites) that are eating up all the dirt and garbage…they are what our bath salts are made out of, and that is what is working in our special bath to cleanse us and heal us…I realize that they are working ceaselessly and joyfully. The bath feels like the air…the tempurature smooth and perfectly aligned and same-sensation as the air around us. It is so nice…and I have a bit of salt in my mouth, which I realize is inevitable from this style of bath.
Then I have been invited up to this villa/house in Prague (Prague, where in waking life I have just returned from). It is still winter, and the house is up this giant hill covered with snow. My host is the woman who owns this beautiful place…she says I must be tired and invites me to lie down in this many-windowed circular room which also serves as part of a gallery for unique miscellania, fossils and artifacts and beautiful art. I take a nap on this high-bed in the middle, kind of like sleeping-beauty in the tower. But I don’t fully sleep – I am naked and the orangeish blanket only covers me partially…but I am ok with it. When I look up from my sleep I see a man across the way (one of my host’s guests) who is staring at me but not in a creepy way…in a way full of wonder and appreciation and a slight timidity..respect and awe. I gather myself up and see that my host has laid on the bed a stack of presents which are all musical instruments (lutes, guitars, harps) wrapped in dark red with a bow. I am deeply touched, yet I know I won’t be able to fit them (any of them!) in my suitcase. I go to have dinner with the host…having to find my chair and silverware. There is a slight shuffle/discussion amongst the guests about where my place should be because the hostess has chosen me for my company and the rest of the guests want to place me near her…(I am the travelling stranger in this company of wonderful people, the guest of honor so to speak). She is old–queenly–an artist. Someone who has “got it,” who understands…and is fortunate and generous.
Thank you so much for this inviation to dream…it has been wonderful! I have been travelling so unable to post this until now…but the dream feels very significant to me. I appreciate this experience so much! Hope this helps add to the pool of dream images for global healing.
Love,
Jane
October 12, 2011 at 2:02 am
Tzivia
Hi Jane,
Thank you for dreaming with us! Your dream and your dreaming presence adds to our beautiful and powerful tapestry!
October 10, 2011 at 9:38 pm
Joann Sanchez
I am napping in my room when I see myself wake up, my instincts telling me something is off. I open the door, walk down the hall and look over the railing to see crystal clear water crushing against the 3rd step. I tell my mom that the house is flooding but she doesn’t believe me.
I start to become concern with my pets downstairs. I have one of the cats with me but the other two cats are downstairs with the two cocktails. I am at the point of tears when the water starts to recede when I rush down the stairs everything is dry and the animals are fine. I open the cage to let the birds out and the cats out of the bathroom.
October 12, 2011 at 1:55 am
Tzivia
I am posting this Dream for Sherri Lacy Daw:
September 26, 2011:
Went to sleep and saw that it was peaceful and the air was cool, crisp. I saw a
person loving their dog and then I was walking through a cemetary, it was dark
and the wind was blowing shaking the trees. I could hear rustling and then I
saw all the people that had died standing with new bodies, they were glowing
gold. I was shocked and was scared, I started running and then I was told not
to fear everything would be okay. Then I was in a place that was bright white
glowing and hurt my eyes, the inside was circular and had twelve columns around
a circle inside and in the middle was a man in a white rob standing at a table
that had a giant book on it. The book was really big, probably about 4 feet by
6 feet opened up, it was white with gold on it. Next to each column facing the
book was a man in a white rob. There were twelve men and the man standing next
to the book asked me to come and look at it. I asked him what it was and he
said it is the, “Book of Life”. I asked him if I was in there and he showed me
a sentence and it was a really short sentence, but it explained my whole life.
I asked him how come the sentence was so short but said so much and he said it
is the divine language EOD.
Sherri
October 12, 2011 at 1:57 am
Tzivia
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October 27, 2011 at 3:58 pm
Sylvia
Here we are, New Moon dreaming again. I woke up to the sound of a short ping in our bedroom, like when someone touches a spoon to a crystal glass. I don`t know what made it, maybe the fairies. I had the intention not to sleep too late.. Most of my dreams disappeared though, here’s what remains.
Dream: Expecting New Baby and Someone Died
I`m standing near the doorway inside a house with two men and a boy who is 8-9 years old. The two men are telling the boy that they are going to have a baby, it will be home with them soon, the boy will have a new brother or sister. They are excited about their news. The boy is confused… where is the baby coming from? I’m confused too. Are these men a gay couple I wonder. There are other men in the background. Everyone is wearing dark clothes, the boy too.
It becomes clear that we are all dressed in black because now we are in a church for a funeral. The church is pretty packed with people, all in black. We walk down the outside aisle and sit in a pew. Suddenly someone behind us bursts out crying loudly, overcome with grief. I look around at the woman wearing a veil. She’s a small woman, 40-ish. There’s a bit of red and turquoise on her hat. She can’t stop weeping, tears running down her face as she dabs at them with her white handkerchief.
I seem to be a friend of these two men and boy. I feel like my WL self in the dream. At the beginning it feels like some gathering, people all standing around, but as if we are ready to leave the house. At the end I’m feeling more angry at the loud crying than sad, it makes me feel very uncomfortable.
This dream reminds me of the feeling that I’m getting ready to really start working again, with confidence, sureness. Letting go of my insecurities, It follows my dreamwork with Glory Nelson (Dreaming Global Illumination).
October 27, 2011 at 4:19 pm
Sylvia
Tzivia, I know the next scheduled posting is in December, but I still want to post each New Moon…. Thanks for allowing me to share. Love, Sylvia