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December 13, 2012 at 7:16 pm
Marie-Hélène
Last night, I went to bed as early as 20h30. At 23h precisely, I woke up from a nightmare in which I was in a hospital with my left lung in a bad condition. I tried to improve the situation walking in the hospital and manipulating my skin, but it made it worse. It was hurting and all my left side was streched.
I cried for help and a nurse came to get me but I had many other painful problems and the way she was carrying me around was not not helpful.
When I woke up from the dream, I started to write it down in my journal, and at the same time, 23h05, precisely, I received a message from the Green Party of Canada about our withdrawal from the Kyoto protocol and the urge to express ourselves to the governement on the subjet. http://elizabethmaymp.ca/parliament/statements/2012/12/10/statement-climate-change/.
This morning, I wanted to go for a walk to “get some fresh air”… But at 9h am, THERE IS NO fresh air in a big city. So I don’t think going outside is doing us any good for our health… I WORRY and I want to do something before it is too late …
I hope tonight’s dream can give us insights into how to contribute.
December 15, 2012 at 6:53 pm
Tzivia
What a powerful experience this was, connecting dreams and waking. I can see from your post below that the connections continued to build through the next dream …
Thank you for dreaming with us and for sharing your experiences!
–Tz.
December 14, 2012 at 1:48 pm
Sherry Treadaway Puricelli
“I’ll Have Nun of That”
I’ve been entered into a contest. A nun is explaining the importance of answering the questions ‘correctly,’ by observing ethics and spiritual principles. I think about it for a moment, then explain to her that I won’t be doing that. Explaining, I say, “I have to say and do what is right for me in the moment and the rules don’t always take into account the whole story. It’s more important for me to be okay with myself than to obey someone else’s rules, even the Church’s.” I’m feeling a little bad, like — this is a game. Why can’t I just play along? Why do I have to be such a rebel?”
The nun then describes the seating arrangements. There are various groupings and the nun is describing the characteristics of each. For instance, “the highest group, up in front, they really get it!” I tell her my son has been assigned to that group before and sometimes he doesn’t even understand the story or the main message. When that happens, we have a discussion about what we understand and what we wish to take away as the lesson. The nun listens, then continues. She giggles as she describes the group in the back, by the door. “That area is for the ones who aren’t serious and want a quick get-away,” she says. “That’s where we always sat when our little ones were babies,” I explain. “That way, when they cried, we could step out for a few moments, calm them down, then re-enter with minimal disturbance.” The nun registers an AHA as if she’s never considered that practical application before. Again I’m wondering why I have to poke holes in her theories. Why can’t I just go along with the group? EOD (sort of, lol)
Immediately upon waking I’m greeted by my son who says, “I hope my teacher won’t be mad at me. I tried making the paper airplanes but there’s no way I could remember all those steps, so I’m doing the card trick instead. Do you think she’ll understand? Will you write me a note?”
December 15, 2012 at 7:01 pm
Tzivia
If this were my dream I’d see it, in light of the intention, as a conversation between the religious/dogmatic and the mystical/personal relationship with the divine. I have both voices inside me … the “Nun” who is the mouthpiece for the rules imposed from above, and the “Rebel” who references her own inner compass when deciding right from wrong. In this dream I feel like the conversation is productive. The Mystic/Rebel is having a chance to have her say in a respectful way and is being heard. And now she’s blessing the next generation (i.e. her son both in the dream and awake) with that wisdom. So important for our personal and planetary well being!
December 15, 2012 at 9:47 pm
Sherry Treadaway Puricelli
Thank you for your insights, Tzivia! I’m so happy that you host this platform for world healing via dreams. This is precisely what the world needs.
Much love!
s
December 14, 2012 at 2:46 pm
Marie
“For some reason, I have to drive my friend’s vehicule. It’s a type of big family/hummer vehicule. She puts her kid in the back seat. This vehicule is huge! Then we go. The drive is veryyyyy enjoyable. I like how easy it is to manage… and I tell her how effortless this feels!.
Then, the scene switch and it is my friend talking with her mom, justifying her choice of car. Obviously, she knows it is not good for the environment to drive such a car, but at the same time, she tells her mom, she also does many other “good things” to protect the environment… like recuperation or co-driving during the week-end. I listened to her carefully, and with love, and although I see she is well intentioned I am conscious that any other “smaller” effort is almost vain, since she drives this huge thing morning and night when she goes to work and THIS really causes more damage than anything else.”
The message is clear to me: I get to experience the pleasure of driving and the feeling of effortlessness that accompanies it… So I have empathy for my friend who finds it difficult to let go of this very cool toy … But at the same time, I am conscious that the cost of this drive is waaaaaaay too expensive to justify buying and using it, even though other efforts are made elsewhere. They are insufficient. It is easy to understand, but difficult to accept: the sacrifice has to be made”.
I don’t have a hummer, personally, but I have a car which I use to go to work when I could walk or take the bus, with a minimum of effort… Not effortlessly. It surely is less fun and more complicated… but I can do it quite realistically.
Yesterday I went outside for a walk to get some fresh air and the air was so polluted that it actually made my health conditions worse … It was creating more suffering than doing good to my health and my lungs, because of all these cars all over the place.
So I will honor this dream by getting rid of my parking pass for work, walking and taking the bus to work. I will use the car only for necessity. I will also make sure that I choose a place to live where I can live without a car.
Also, I will get rid of my car on September 1st and I will never buy a car again. I will find alternative solutions for daily and occasionnal travelling. I will also involve personnally with this cause for the next 5 years, especially in advertising it, without neglecting other smaller efforts for now.
Cars are the worst cause of pollution and also the one over which we have more power. We can’t be the governement, and we can’t be the enterprise. But as a population we have a HUUUUGE power, in every one decide to reduce his own emission.
If we all bought bikes one that we enjoyed and use as long as possible during spring-summer-fall. Not only would it help resorbing the rate of pollution but also contribute to a more healthy and social type of lifestyle… I will do it this summer.
I think that if we collectively decide to involve in just THAT ONE cause, the we can have a very significant impact on a very short term. A year… I will start with a 5 year objective.
I hope this helps the collective reflexion.
December 14, 2012 at 3:50 pm
gineen cooper
it is good to hear of your efforts. and your dream. i have experienced both sides of this situation. i had a car a long time then went w/o for four years, walking and bking and busing everywhere. i learned alot. and now i drive again. at first i fely horribly guilty but then i realized because of financial circumstances i had to move to a place where not having a car wasn’t an option, i had to accept it. i drvie an efficient car. and still glower at hummers, but i also see my city now has a small fleet of electric buses and that makes me very happy. and i learned that cars are actually NOT the worst pollution, only in some cities, that globally the most destruction and pollution come from heating/cooling/powering of buildings…ever since then i avoid air conditioning at all costs. i hate it anyway i think its unnatural. but once again i was forced ot recognize that though its part of the “worst ” pollution, in a place like arizona w/ 120 temp.s it saves elders lives. so acceptance is the number one key to my green commitment. i look back and see how our conscious desire to heal just keeps growing and growing…and its all good. even with the bad. someday plastic bags, disposable water bottles and lawnmowers (pure evil!!! haha) will be memories only! blessings to us all.
December 15, 2012 at 7:03 pm
Tzivia
Hi Marie-Helene … Thank you for sharing your dream and your reflection! I feel inspired by your level of commitment and for how you have worked with your dream to reflect on your waking life choices! I hope many others will read and be inspired by your dreams and your process.
Thank you so much for sharing all of this with us!
❤
Tz.
December 14, 2012 at 2:59 pm
Ava Wolf
I go to sleep invoking the biggest Love in, around, and through me that I know. I return to waking with snippets in a long night of seemingly continuous dreaming. Here is what I remember.
First, most of the dreams take place in a dark, or low-lit atmosphere, with one exception.
1. I am walking by the side of a road, going in the same direction as traffic. I look behind me periodically to see if cars are coming, for safety. I feel somewhat precarious, but it seems worse to cross the street and walk against oncoming traffic. The shoulders of the road are very narrow on both sides.
2. I am at a weekend workshop. I think I may be both a participant and a leader or facilitator. Sleeping arrangements are pallets on the floor; I look into a few different rooms to check them out. I am satisfied with where I will be sleeping. I think there is a colorful blanket on my bed on the floor.
3. I am looking at antique clothing in a shop. I take a dark blue dress off a hanger hanging with many other pieces of clothing on a circular sale rack. It looks like it will fit me, and I really like the dress. I am aware that I feel overweight, that I am thinking of myself as being fat, and I hope the dress will fit. It looks like it will when I hold it up. I don’t really want to try it on, it seems like too much trouble. As I hold it up, I notice that, though at first it looked like an “everyday” dress, it is long and sheer–perhaps chiffon. I realize that it is actually more of a “special” dress, that I will have less occasion to wear it, and that it will require an undergarment of some sort beneath it, a slip or a bodysuit. I put it back on the rack with some regret. I don’t want to have to buy something to wear underneath it, as I am afraid I will never get to it, again a feeling of too much trouble.
4. I give a workshop with a friend. This dream is well lit. When it is over and everyone has gone from the room, I see a piece of bright red, slightly sheer rectangular cloth left behind–again chiffon? I hold it up to my face, covering my nose and mouth, leaving just my eyes showing, Arab woman style. The cloth hangs the long way down to my high heart. My friend who has led the workshop with me tells me I look good like this, and I say something like, “Yes, I have always done this, it is an ancient, natural gesture for me.” I take the cloth off my face and place it to one side on some surface, maybe a chair. I ask my friend if I will be paid for the workshop. She tells me, No,” very simply with no explanation or embellishment. I say nothing in return. I feel very anxious about money. I hate the way the anxiety feels, gnawing at me.
5. In the last part of my dreaming night, there is a feeling of darkness, and a group of huddled people struggling to get along with each other, to understand each other.
December 15, 2012 at 7:10 pm
Tzivia
Hi Ava,
Thank you for dreaming and sharing with us! I get a primal feeling from the image of the red chiffon, which you handle like a veil. If it were my dream, I’d feel I was connecting with some ancient wisdom/ritual. The red feels like the red of luck, also feminine (the red tent) … there is something important feeling to me here … and that is emphasized by the fact that the dream is well lit (with the light of consciousness). The anxiety over money, again if it were my dream, would reflect my personal day to day concerns, but the taking of the “veil” would reflect my soul’s transpersonal role in tapping into ancient wisdom and knowing.
❤
Tz.
December 14, 2012 at 4:19 pm
jgadd
12/13/12 Dream The Rain Storm
I dream I am at my desk by the window. I look out and see off to the right side by the front door a beautiful bright red gladioli and some packages wrapped in newspaper. I think my daughter is home with groceries. It looks cold and overcast outside.
I hurry to the front door to let her in. She comes in and goes into my bedroom. I turn back to the living room and notice water droplets on the wood floor. I look more closely and I see that it is raindrops. The ceiling is leaking all over and rain is coming in. I start yelling for Jenny to come quickly. She comes and we wonder about the roof. I look out and the rain is coming down in sheets. You can’t see anything but rain pouring down.
I am worried about my granddaughter who is not at home. I can’t remember where she is. I ask my daughter. We are both confused. It is hard to think where she is. Then I realize she is at school. I am also starting to suspect that I am asleep.
December 15, 2012 at 7:17 pm
Tzivia
Hello JGadd! Thank you for dreaming with us and for sharing your dream! I immediately noticed that the red in your dream is also repeated in Ava’s dream above. The rain leaking into the house seems to be an apt image for a dream for global healing, as we are contending with rising tides and powerful storms these days as a planet. Also, in line with our group intention, the presence of three generations here feels significant. The most mature generation referenced is looking to the problem and how to fix it … the intermediate generation is bringing in provisions to feed and nourish … and the youngest (evolving) generation is at school … learning, one hopes … that will help secure the future health of our planet and of all beings. The flower and the packages are intriguing. The flower for me brings up thoughts of beauty, blossoming potential, etc…and the packages …well I wonder what gifts do we have that can help us solve our problems? ❤
Tz.
December 14, 2012 at 5:06 pm
Jodine Grundy
12/14/12 morning Dream
I incubated this dream for world healing and sustainability with 350 Dreamers.
I am attending a special showing of a film. Mike W. is with me and we are waiting for the film to start. Someone in the theater calls my name in the dark, recognizing my voice. I can’t see who it is that has called me, but am interested in finding out who is present that I know.
The film is about the state of our world, the environment and what can be done to change things for the better. So, though we were waiting in a darkened theater to view it as a receptive but passive audience, now things shift. the deal is that we, the audience, are now active participants in discussion: reflection/actions process re the themes of the documentary. The lights are now on and we are not WATCHING a film- rather we are discussing and forming dyads to further this work.
The leader/convener calls out names of pairs of participants, mixing things up so we don’t just stay and talk with the person we came with. A large part of the audience moves to a new area after being called and forming pairs. But there is still a big group of us waiting for direction/call. A man on crutches passes me, he has MS and there are a few other people with disabilities who also are there and engaged despite their disabilities.
I think that there is a faster and simpler way to organize and activate the remaining group who are still waiting for direction and formation into action pairs. The leader has gone somewhere or is pre-occupied so I suggest we just do the simple randomizing count off of 1, 2 to mix up the rest of our group and get on with it. This happens successfully.
EOD
Some Notes on Dream:
On waking I couldn’t recall any dreams then this one came back clearly and I was happy that it was a response to the dream incubation intention of last night.
I think it does point to several levels of active response to the ecological necessity we face TO BE AWARE (i. e. see the film-see what’s happening); to ENGAGE IN REFLECTION with others in small units (dyads) within a larger present, engaged community; to SELF ORGANIZE & not wait for the “leader/authority” to get it all together, though some of that leadership is occurring and needed.
Mike’s presence with me: he is a longtime friend, environmental activist, tree planter, international work, Peace Corps. But the dream points to a need to move beyond our own companions, “the choir”, to spread the action. cf. Bill McKibben’s work.
Also, the dream’s concrete reflection/action cycle connotes organizing base communities as grass roots change cycles.
Thank you Tzivia and all for the dreaming and the gathering.
Jody Grundy
December 15, 2012 at 7:20 pm
Tzivia
Hi Jody,
Thank you for dreaming with us and for sharing with us! I love your reflection of your dream … it feels so complete to me. I also love how you bring your wonderful abilities to organize and lead with you, even into the dreamscape! I believe this empowers your waking and dreaming energies and benefits us all! ❤
Tz.
December 14, 2012 at 5:28 pm
David
Dream last night.
I’m not sure if I am eligible to be a part of a group of “supervisors” who will meet separately from the meeting of the large group. The large group is made up of people whose job is to do something to help clean up the environment, though exactly what is not clear. I decide, after some soul searching, that I am eligible to be in the supervisor group since, I argue, I have several people who report to me.
December 15, 2012 at 7:23 pm
Tzivia
Hi David,
Thank you for dreaming with us and for sharing your dream! I love how in this dream you step up to be part of the group of supervisors…if it were my dream I’d see that as my coming into my power, not accepting less than a place in the world where my full capacities are recognized. For me, this is an important step in making a beautiful world … each person claiming and utilizing their gifts and divinely empowered power to the fullest!
❤
December 14, 2012 at 6:19 pm
Sylvia
Dear Dreamers,
Last night I went to bed with the intention to dream for Global Healing, to recall in detail my dreams. In the morning three fragments/images remained with me:
Title: Communion
a) I’m with a group of people standing and seated around a man-made rectangular swimming pool. The water is a clear turquoise, still.
b) Awareness I was dreaming of another group of people, though no details
c) A group of people gathered around a campfire or ceremonial fire.
In all three dream fragments, there is no sound, but a feeling of communing, unity of purpose.
I awaken with music inside me of the song “My Prayer”, and a feeling of warmth and love.
Tuesday night, I had a very powerful dream, in which I had some of the feeling of “communion” with beasts.
TITLE Buffalo Stampede
I’m with a woman friend. We’ve come to town to browse through the little shops and boutiques. We are now past the West edge of town, where we can see the expansive open field, or plains, dry, straw color.
I hear them before I see them – rumble that becomes a roar, louder by the minute, and feel the earth trembling beneath my feet. I look up to see a thick horde of buffalo stampeding towards us. There’s really nowhere to hide and I know that we’ll not be able to outrun them. So decide to gather myself inward, still, as thin as I can be, and by the grace of God they will be led to go around my body. The noise is becoming deafening, hooves pounding. The tight-knit mass of buffalo advances with a tremendous energy moving up and down, the vibration rising up like heat waves off hot asphalt, thick cloud of dust above that. The movement is mesmerizing, dizzying. Such massive powerful dark brown energy. I decide what will be will be. My friend is weeping in terror.
Then I see an ATV (All-Terrain-Vehicle) coming towards us. It appears, in front of the sea of dark brown rumbling bodies. A native man, wearing a red bandana around his forehead, bare arms, speeds by, and I jump up on the small flatbed behind his seat. My friend gets left to fend for herself. The buffalo are upon us now, and I can barely see my friend waving frantically in their midst. A couple buffalo somehow wind up on the flatbed on either side of me, panting and snorting from exertion. Their eyes look wild with fear/panic. They don’t harm me. I feel the heat of their huge solid bodies and thick matted deep brown fur of their hides as we jostle together in the wind. We are surrounded by the masses rushing by.
Now, I’m in the ‘one-horse’ town on the main street with my friend, ahead of the stampeding buffalo. They are not yet in sight, will be coming from the west, but no one but myself are aware of this. I’m telling my friend to find a good place to hide, behind the buildings. Crowds of people are lining the street, facing toward the street, waiting for a parade that will arrive from the East. Many have brought chairs, others standing, milling around. I can hear them murmuring with excitement and anticipation, the street bare, blocked off for the parade. My friend separates from me, staying with the crowd. I go in behind the stores, through an alley.
I can almost envision these people trying to scatter, screaming, when the horde of buffalo come stampeding through the street. Many will be trampled, will perish. EOD
Associations. The woman with me reminds me of a female acquaintance who was with me that evening in a meeting. The ATV scene brings to mind “THE CHARIOT” Tarot card (maintaining balance through obstacles/victory with strong will), and of Archangel Michael (protection and courage/life purpose/healing), who I had invited to protect me during this heightened period of enormous energy we are feeling now. The dream underscores for me current family issues. However, it feels very apropos to the times, so many people worried about the world coming to an end, the oppression of it – mixed with the feeling I have of faith, of humanity’s move (and my own) into a new way of being with clearer vision, intuitive way of being, loving each other.
Buffalo symbolism is widespread throughout creation stories and legends. The buffalo has a prominent role in ceremonial dances and spirituality of native tribes – particularly in the Sun Dance ritual, which involves sacrifice and supplication to insure harmony between all living beings, still being practiced by many contemporary Native Americans.
Many blessings to all, and comments welcome.
December 15, 2012 at 6:14 am
Sylvia
Liz Oakes says: Turquoise Stones aid spiritual attunement, communication, and past life healing, and have been used for healing for thousands of years. (refer to the turquoise swimming pool), and my intention. Also, fire is alchemical, purifies, transforms. Plus, astrologically speaking, I am a Fire sign.
December 15, 2012 at 7:38 pm
Tzivia
Hi Sylvia,
Thank you for sharing your dreams! I hope everyone has a chance to read your buffalo dream, as I personally received so much healing from it … I know you did too, and I sense that your dream was working on many levels for healing!
The dreams from the 13th were also intriguing. The fire in your dream seems consonant with the theme of “red” that has been reflected in many of the collected dreams here!
The turquoise also reminds me of the color of Mother Mary’s robes … although that’s a slight bit of a stretch … still, feels close to me. For me pools of water are also about cleansing, emotions and spirituality. The combination of water and fire also feels like these dreams were tapping into an elemental level of creation and transformation.
❤
December 14, 2012 at 7:06 pm
Tzivia
Good Morning Dreamers! Wow, I had a full night of dreams. I’ll post the highlights here:
FRAGMENTS:
The Republicans are joking around about the candidate or advisor they wish they’d put forth. I’m just overhearing this conversation.
Playing pool with someone who thinks they’ll win.
“Sons Can’t Face the Mother’s Death”
A family is waiting outside the sickbed of their mother. The grown sons are speaking amongst themselves. One is asking how their mom is doing and the other keeps saying she’s fine. Wait in the hall. … The brothers push past into the room to find that their mother has died. It’s a hospital room and there’s an oxygen machine near the door. One of the sons takes in the oxygen because he can’t deal with the news that his mother has died. The young men can’t even use the words to say that she’s dead. They seem to be a big important family like the Kennedys.
“Stolen Scooter”
I’m headed into town with my mom on my motorized scooter. When we arrive I’m to meet my cousin. I tell my mom she can go home now. I can’t decide if it’s safer for her in her condition (dementia) to walk home or take the scooter. I end up telling her to walk. But now I have the scooter but I didn’t bring a lock for it, so it would have been better to send it home with mom.
I park the scooter in a garage like structure and leave it unlocked. A group of people use the scooter to eat their lunch on, using it (somehow that makes sense in t he dream ) as a table. I worry that they’ll smear ketchup etc. from their fries on it.
I go do my shopping & meet a friend, “Susan.” We do some shopping. I check on the scooter. The people are still eating lunch on it. S. warns them that we’ll be taking it soon, and they get all hostile wondering why we’re being so uptight/territorial. I say we’re just letting them know so they can plan accordingly, clean up their stuff, etc.
Susan and I go to the bike store to buy a lock for the scooter. Then we go shopping for shoes. I realize when we get back to the scooter that I don’t have the lock with us. Susan says I never took it from the store, though I paid for it. I decide I’ll drive the scooter to the lock store and pick it up.
But first Susan and I end up at a bus stop and she wants to show me something of her town, of her past. I don’t want to leave the scooter at the bus stop, but it would be a pain to drag it along with us. So I leave it in a crowded area with lots of people around.
S brings me to this little teeny spit of land just past a school. The little bit of land is just big enough for us to stand on, and it’s right at the edge of the water. In the distance you can see a little city and there’s a crooked skyscraper in the skyline. You can also see the rolling hills and contours of the little town. It’s her town and it’s beautiful and I tell her so. I also think the crooked building is comical looking (like a limp phallus) but I don’t want to offend her so I don’t mention that.
When we walk onto the spit of land the little lawn is surrounded by a quaint gazebo structure with little bubble wands hanging from it. S. shows me that when you stand in the center of the grassy/Gazebo area and exhale you create a stream of soap bubbles. It’s a lot of fun … magical feeling. I levitate as I blissfully exhale streams of bubbles. As I’m about to land S. warns that there’s goose shit on the ground. Who cares! I say, and wipe some off my shoe with a tissue soaked in the soapy bubble solution.
As we walk away I sense that she is somehow crazy/sinister. I wonder how to deal with her energy. I decide not to go up against her. I try to make jokes and keep it light instead.
We return to the scooter and it’s been stolen. I’m upset that I didn’t take it with us. I feel like the theft is my own damn fault. My shopping bags have been left on the ground, the thief didn’t take them. I now see the scooter frame is lying on the ground but the motor has been stolen and the frame is broken in half. I can’t believe a thief would take it with all these onlookers and that no one tried to stop him. Susan insists the thief would have been stealthy, but I say it would be impossible to do all that damage without onlookers noticing. Anyway, it’s my fault.
When Susan says good bye she bleats “Baak, baak, baak…” She doesn’t hug me. I think she’s acting very strangely and am happy to get away from her.
I walk home carrying all my packages. I have a fistful of black pens, too. I’m trying to put the pens in my purse and consolidate the stuff in my bags as I climb the hills home. I am very happy to be walking in this lovely neighborhood.
I live all the way at the top of the hilly streets. As I pass a lawn I see that it’s where people discard their unwanted stuff. I wonder if there’s anything in my bags I want to get rid of & thus lighten my load. I look inside my bags and I see lots of pairs of shoes … I didn’t buy all those! I’m happy now that I have new shoes I didn’t even pay for! Maybe that evens out the loss of the scooter. Also, I recall now that the scooter was a gift! So really I didn’t lose anything. Still, I should have taken better care of the gift! I trot happily up the hills.
When I get home I’ll have to tell mom about the stolen scooter, but since she has dementia she might not even remember there ever was a scooter.
“Talk of Global Warming”
People are talking about Global Warming, and how nice the weather is. I remark that I’ve been seeing insects in December that we shouldn’t be seeing this time of year. Someone says they’ve just been to London and were able to stroll in beautiful weather in the parks. I recall my trip to London several years ago when [in waking life] I too was able to walk in the sunny nice weather in the winter. I wonder aloud what effect this extra hatching will have on the female insects’ bodies. Are they built to endure additional winter hatchings?
“The Happy Sad Exercise turns Gruesome”
In a café where an event is taking place (in the same town as the above dreams take place). A group leader is leading an exercise where we’re divided into two groups, one will chant the word “Happy” and the other will chant the word “Sad.” I’m in the happy group. Then the teacher tells me and the friend I’m sitting with at a café table near the door and bathrooms that we can leave now.
I don’t understand why we are being asked to go. I feel a bit offended. My friend says it’s because more people are coming in. I want to know what’s happening but my friend says I may not want to know. It sounds like something creepy. I tell him to just give me the broad strokes, I don’t need to know the details. He explains that now they’re going to meet about a specific problem someone is having about being “Eclipsed”, and so they need to be “croquetted”, which he explains means people will be chopping off parts of their body. I’m like, Okay, I’m good to leave now, in that case. My friend says it’s all ridiculous and people are just getting worked up over fantasies and rumors. I ask my friend which way he’s walking home. It’s nightime so I’m hoping he’ll walk me home or at least part way, but he says he lives right around the corner. I live all the way up the hill. As we prepare to go I gather up my shopping bags from under the table.
December 15, 2012 at 12:01 am
Rick M.
Those are some long dreams. The last one is a bit creepy especially considering what happened today (shooting).
December 15, 2012 at 7:25 pm
Tzivia
Hi Rick … yes, I agree about that last dream. I have felt in my conversations with dreamers lately that people have been sensing powerful negative energies. Perhaps we were picking up on something.
December 14, 2012 at 11:17 pm
linda yael schiller
i dreamed that i am looking up to the night sky, and see it full of shooting stars. In real life, I actually had gone to a park at midnight to see if i could see the Perseid meteor shower. it was cold, and there was still ambient light, but i did see 2 shooters while i was there ( within 10 minutes). I liked that my dream amplified the mystery and wonder that was clearly there, even tho i could not see it with my naked waking eyes. My hope and intention is that our world with become clear again, and will we will all see the glorious skies.
December 15, 2012 at 7:34 pm
Tzivia
Hi Linda,
Thank you for dreaming with us and for sharing your dream!
I love how you reflected on your dream, and the conclusion you draw from it. I, too, hope that clarity and true vision is restored to our planet (reawakened in each of us!) so we can recognize the glory all around us! Mmmm. Beautiful!
❤
Tz.
December 15, 2012 at 12:07 am
Rick M.
I tried stir things up and pictured myself flying around to save planet, prior to falling asleep.
Destiny Chart: I can see my Destiny Chart and there are 4 points that I pass through as solitary person and I’m learning how to be more polite and considerate. I’m informed that it’s possible to alter the course towards this star.
In the next part, I “take the place” of a young woman and she’s said the pieces have
already been “cut out”. I ask her to “relinquish” them; she takes them out and I am the color green and she is red. We then float on this globular thing that represents the planet and its energy. I’m told that if I try elsewhere that I might be a leader, but I had been a “fighter pilot.” This woman then told me that I would usually start up around 5 pm and be “used up” by midnight but that was normal as you could “revive yourself”.
I incubated to fly around the planet- and maybe I really did in some form…
December 15, 2012 at 7:32 pm
Tzivia
Hi Rick,
Thank you for dreaming with us and for sharing your dreams! I agree, it sounds like you did fly around the planet. If it were my dream I’d feel as if I connected with various energies, traveled to other planes, and that my soul/spirit learned some things about its transpersonal journey.
I’m also noticing how red, which is in this dream, also is reflected in a few other dreams in our collective effort.
❤
Tz
December 15, 2012 at 1:32 pm
Riva Danzig
A day late, as often happens, but still in the field of the new moon:
I am standing in a meadow, maybe like Sheep’s Meadow — an urban park with a broad expanse of open green space. There are lots of people moving through it. I’m on my way someplace, maybe shul. I see a tiger, a young tiger — not a cub but not a fully grown adult yet, walking along a path that will bring it near to where I am. Though I’m on my way someplace, I’m not at that moment moving, just standing, taking in the scene. I wonder if I should worry this tiger poses a threat but everything seems so normal and, I notice that no one else seems concerned that this tiger is walking through the meadow in the middle of the city. I decide all will be well. As I watch the tiger make its way toward where I’m standing, the tiger’s attention falls on another tiger, fully grown, big, sleeping by the side of the path. I can’t imagine how I missed seeing that tiger before. The younger tiger stops and seems to debate what to do and then jumps on top of the sleeping tiger and rips its throat out. As the attack is under way, I think to try and stop it but know I can’t and will probably myself become the target of the attack. There’s so much blood as the younger tiger’s jaws clamp around the throat of the older one, who never seems to wake up and so does not suffer. When it’s over, the young tiger is covered in gore. It somehow falls to me to clean it up. It’s like a toddler, I mean it’s still a tiger but I am removing it’s bloody, viscera-covered t-shirt and clean it as though alll that’s happened is that a child has come in from playing.
December 15, 2012 at 7:29 pm
Tzivia
Hi Riva,
Thank you for dreaming with us and for sharing this dream! I don’t know specifically what tigers mean to you…but if it were my dream I would trust that just as in the dream I can’t interfere with the tigers’ need to sleep or attack, can’t save one from the other…also in life I need to let certain primal energies play themselves out. I am there to care for and about what happens, but I can’t control it, and trying to would endanger me even more.
❤