(https://350dreamers.wordpress.com/)and post your dream (or dream fragment … whatever you have …) as a comment.
Before bed on the night of July 11, simply set your intention to have a healing dream for the Gulf. Write this intention down and be prepared with a pen, notebook and flashlight next to your bed to record any dreams or fragments you recall.
WHY: Because we have the power to create positive, healing change. Imagine the potential of 350 + dreamers around the world, all having healing dreams for the Gulf waters and the people and creatures who depend on those waters for nourishment and sustenance!
WHERE: Wherever you are … WHO: We have dreamers signed up from Puerto Rico, Panama, Belgium, Canada, Japan, Argentina, The United States and more … we hope you’ll add your state or nation to the list! RSVP: Let us know you’ll be dreaming with us by posting comments here. Invite your friends to join us, too!
Wishing healing dreams to one and all! –Tzivia
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July 10, 2010 at 1:58 am
Michelle Arpin
Sending healing energy during the day, but I like this idea of harnessing our nighttime energies as a group. I heard about this via Victoria from the Gateway Dreaming Certification class. Count me in for the 11th.
July 12, 2010 at 12:10 pm
Riva Danzig
I dreamed I was part of a large group of people on a journey of great duration via train. My impression was that the trip was entirely underground. In the reality of the dream, this was not at all odd. Though the dream was not in black and white, everyone was dressed in black in white and, as I look around my memory of the dream, I’m not seeing color at all — just black, white, and grays. We were all excited to be part of something big. In the dream, I knew what it was we were all a part of, though now, I can’t say except that it makes sense that I was dreaming our collective of dreamers.
The train arrived at a station. It was the end of this leg of the journey. There was one among us, an androgynous-looking man of indeterminate age — neither young nor old. He seemed to be the wisdom-keeper and said, as he climbed out a window and, Spiderman-style, crawled along the outside of the train saying that we had to deliver our message carefully and in a manner that wouldn’t cause those not a part of our collective to be put off. It would be hard work. Everyone gathered on the station platforms at long lines of tables for a meal — very Hogwarts-dining-room-style. Much laughter and fellowship. And then the alarm went off. Would have liked to stay longer!
July 12, 2010 at 7:01 pm
Dolores J. Nurss
If this were my dream for the Gulf, I’d see many people training in a deep, unconscious way, out of sight for now. I get an admonition to be careful how we express this training. In thinking about Spiderman, I think about the final movie of the series, where Spiderman comes to terms with an oily-drippy Shadow-side. I feel encouraged by the feasting at the end; the Hogwartz feel connects me to the idea of a group of people with wonderful different knowledge.
July 12, 2010 at 7:18 pm
Riva Danzig
YES!!
July 13, 2010 at 12:32 pm
Ava Wolf
Love the androgynous, wisdom-keeping, super-hero in this dream. Also the association with Spiderman puts me in mind of Spider medicine–patience, writing, communication–and probably other aspects as well. Also, the power of the journey being underground. Deep, subversive in the best way, powerful–and I think also of the Underground Railroad for freedom. Wish I too could stay longer in these dreams this morning, but hi-ho, hi-ho it’s off to work I go.
July 14, 2010 at 1:28 am
Tzivia
I’m struck by the opposites of black and white in this dream, and then the merging of opposites in the androgynous character! This seems so much a part of what we are dealing with … dichotomies, unities, and balance, balance, balance!
July 12, 2010 at 12:52 pm
Lane
In the twilight, under the direction of a former soldier whose hair has newly grown back to a crown of golden curls, we, many women and children, are running down a steep hill and across a wide street in ones and twos. We form a line along the edge of a grassy “isthmus”, or bank, on the other side and stand restlessly waiting for instruction. There are people in cafes watching us from the other side of the street. Laughter wells up. The “soldier” is buying us all little packs of golden olive oil to brush our teeth with.
July 12, 2010 at 7:04 pm
Dolores J. Nurss
Well, there’s definitely oil in that dream! The golden boy recovering from being a soldier (my connotation of regrowing his hair, which features in my dreams sometimes as a symbol of empowerment) intrigues me.
July 12, 2010 at 8:56 pm
Lane
I think perhaps the golden hair is of Appollo- the golden haired healer
July 12, 2010 at 1:33 pm
Tzivia
I had a rich harvest of 9 dreams … 6 of which felt like direct ‘hits’ on the incubation. The theme in most was healing. I’ll post a few here now, and will return with more later if possible. But in short, there were beautiful healing images including my daughter’s radiant smile that was captured in all its brilliance in one dream; healing teas; poetry and writing; my martial arts teacher who in dreams is my guide for the path of the spiritual warrior; etc. etc.
Here are some of the dreams and fragments:
“SENDING SYMBOLS”
I am dreaming with a group of people. I am sending or receiving or focusing on a particular symbol (A geometric pattern of intersecting straight lines) … I experience very powerful sensations moving through me, especially in my forehead. I wake within the dream to see the symbol I’ve been meditating on in windows and on the architecture of the buildings in the small city (stone buildings, European feel) where I find myself. There is a lecherous priest on the street who tries to grab my ass.
“GLOBAL HEALING TEAS”
I am at a “Healing Tisane Café.” It has a very European feel.
“GOLDEN STRANDS”
I am getting an image of a hank of hair, light colored, twisted together into a thick “strand.” I’m being told/taught that the energy I’ve experienced wasn’t broadcast to a certain market or demographic, even though it appears that the strand is quite homogeneous (made up of golden, dirty blonde, light colored hairs). Instead, those who tune in to this experience are similar in their purpose. The quality is “all the same.”
“NEW LESSONS FOR A SPIRITUAL WARRIOR”
I go to sign up for a Karate Class. Sensei J. is teaching in a new building. At the info desk a former karate-ka friend doesn’t quite remember me. She manages to recall my first name and I remind her of my last name. I proceed to the clas in an open ware-housey space. Just before class starts I realize I should ask what type and level of class it is since it’s been a long time since I’ve been to a karate class. I’m wearing a long skirt (very full, almost like Aikido ‘pants). I decide I’ll stay in the last row since I’m not dressed properly, won’t know what I’m doing, etc. I’m told the class will be in Tai-Chi and some other Martial Art that I’ve never heard of. I decide I’ll stay and see if I can follow along. Sensei J. has become such an amazing teacher, she’s teaching in a rhyming, musical patter and her movements are lively. I follow along and pick up the movements. I’m enjoying the class.
End of Dreams … for now 🙂
July 12, 2010 at 7:06 pm
Dolores J. Nurss
Interesting–two dreams so far of golden hair.
July 14, 2010 at 1:29 am
Tzivia
Yes, I am noticing this theme, too!
July 13, 2010 at 12:11 pm
Ava Wolf
I am reading the dreams again this morning, and am struck with Sending Symbols. In my dream of your dream, there is a powerful network–both in the symbol itself, and in the range of its focus, power, and impact–a multi-faceted link being formed or tapped into. The energy in the brow speaks to the visionary, psychic, collective Truth of the link/connection. In the presence of the priest who tries to grab my ass, I ask myself what I feel about him and his behavior. Am I angry? Do I choose to ignore him? Is he a minor annoyance relative to the spiritual power of all else that is occurring? For me, the fake, antiquated, hypocritical, rapacious, self-seeking, patriarchal energy is still in the picture indeed–but cannot supersede the larger healing intention.
July 14, 2010 at 1:30 am
Tzivia
Thanks for your dream of my dream! I’m totally aha-ing with you 🙂
July 12, 2010 at 2:52 pm
Francisca
I am not sure if the following was a dream or a vision. I woke up with the feeling I had had a powerful dream. I was, however, unable to recall it. I closed my eyes and tried to remember. During the process, I received the following vision, or perhaps it is a snippet of a dream?
An infant emerges from the ocean waters. She is wearing a ruffled dress.
July 12, 2010 at 5:11 pm
Tzivia
Dream or vision … either way it’s wonderful! Thank you for posting!
July 12, 2010 at 6:26 pm
Ava Wolf
Recurring Dream Theme Last Night–Shrinking, Slippery Baby In The Water. I am with Riva at the ocean. We are guardians of a male infant, very small, who goes into the ocean and we have to pull him out to save him several times. He is very slippery, also he keeps shrinking, getting more and more tiny–until he is perhaps the size of a small goldfish or even a guppy, and very slender, almost like a little seed. We rescue him from the ocean for the last time when he is at his most tiny. I am anxious during much of this dream, the baby’s survival is tenuous, precarious, and he is so slippery in the water.
July 12, 2010 at 7:07 pm
Dolores J. Nurss
Sounds to me like a lovely new start!
July 12, 2010 at 7:08 pm
Dolores J. Nurss
And Ava’s baby rescue also moves me deeply. It’s got to be touch and go for awhile, but this dream encourages me!
July 12, 2010 at 7:22 pm
Riva Danzig
This is actually a reply to Ava’s post: I’d had a knowing a week or two ago about the vanishing Divine Masculine and how it is the damage to the the Divine Masculine that has allowed the catastrophic proliferation of greed that’s lead to this near-fatal wound to the mother. We are tending this oil-slicked little seedling, this slippery little devil!
July 13, 2010 at 12:20 pm
Ava Wolf
Francisca, thank you for the infant wearing her ruffled dress emerging from the waters. She gives me hope. My own dream of a shrinking male infant in danger in the ocean produced anxiety in me, though in the end he was at least still alive, though so small he almost seemed more seed than human infant; I appreciated the lens of others who commented. I don’t know how you felt in the dream, but in my dream of your dream there is something so valiant, playful, powerful, utterly soft and feminine in that baby girl.
July 13, 2010 at 1:12 pm
Francisca
Ava, thank you for the comment. In reference to your dream: If this were my dream, the word guardian would speak loudly speak to me. Indeed, we are the guardians of this planet. Planet Earth is our responsibility. However, as a society, we are failing. While most of us have been “sleeping”, our planet has fallen under the control of a dominating male force/energy that conflicts with the natural energy/rhythm, and nature of mother earth. We have sided with this male energy. We have blindly followed and protected it, “rescued it”, time and time again, without much thought or regard to consequences. If this were my dream, I would interpret the slippery and precarious quality of the baby to represent the male/opposite energies dominating/controlling our planet. How many times will we dive in to rescue it? We keep asking more and more and more from our beautiful planet and it is never enough. What we seek is illusive and slippery. We will never be able to truly “get our hands on it. “ Even those of us who have not yet awoken to this reality understand it at a subconscious level. Even they share in this anxiety. If this were my dream, I would be glad to see the baby growing smaller and smaller until he is the size of seed. Perhaps that tiny seed is exactly what we need to begin the growth of something new…
July 12, 2010 at 6:57 pm
Dolores J. Nurss
Monday, July 12, 2010 (Incubated for 350 Dreamers, for healing of the Gulf of Mexico)
A Circle of Crones
Moving against resistance, and remembering my purpose with difficulty, and while others work with many other kinds of folk, I gather together crones to stand in a circle on black-top amidst forest. Then we circle-dance.
Gift: Grandmothers versus the tar!
July 14, 2010 at 1:32 am
Tzivia
What a wonderful image! Thank you!
July 12, 2010 at 7:12 pm
Ava Wolf
Dolores, I appreciate all your comments on the dreaming here. I too noticed the golden-haired theme. Regarding your crone dancing: earlier last week I dreamed of a native grandmother, long grey braids, drawing with a stick upon the earth. She drew a “V” beneath rounded hips, and lines for thighs below the “V”–It seemed to be a statement of Sacred Feminine, Sacred Earth.
July 12, 2010 at 7:15 pm
Tzivia
See our Facebook page (350 Dreamers) for more posts … some folks are posting their dreams there …
July 12, 2010 at 8:44 pm
Susan
Two dreams:
I. In my dream I am on a fishing boat tied to a dock. My husband is on the dock securing the ropes. The water is an opaque slate grey but when I turn my head so that I view it from a different angle it becomes clear Caribbean blue. I can then see a black cube resting on the white sandy bottom. There are many people, none of whom I know, leaving the boat. I seem to be the only one remaining onboard. I ask someone to stay and play Scrabble. Then I remember that grease had gotten on the Scrabble board and tiles and that I had put them all in the dishwasher. I begin to question my decision to do that because I am not sure that the board is dishwasher proof. I’m concerned the dishwasher may do more damage than the grease.
II. In my dream my mother is preparing to eat two different kinds of fish. One is dark and one is light. The pieces of fish are cut into rectangular shapes. My two daughters are disappointed that their grandmother has not invited them to share her fish. My mother tells them that she didn’t know they wanted any and that all they had to do was ask.
July 14, 2010 at 1:35 am
Tzivia
I’m struck again by the blacks and whites in your dream and others! Again, opposites, polarities, choices! Also, I’m interested in the appearance of a mother … makes me think of Mother Earth. Interesting! I also had a dream of my mother that night and wondered if she was standing in for the Capital-M-Mother Mother!
July 15, 2010 at 4:03 am
Dolores J. Nurss
The dishwasher makes me think of how a company has been advertising that their dish soap is used for cleaning oil off of birds. Perhaps we should take care that the solutions don’t do more damage than the problem.
July 12, 2010 at 8:45 pm
Robin OK
I set my intention with Dr. Emoto’s prayer at bedtime. The only fragment that I brought back clearly was of going through clothing in a closet and finding a pocket full of all flavors of Bubblegum. I think I may need to keep “chewing” on this intention until true healing energy “sticks.”
I so appreciate this site, here and on Facebook, and am delighted to see so many dreamers coming together and dreaming with intention. Thank you.
July 14, 2010 at 1:36 am
Tzivia
Thank you, too! I also set my intention with Dr. Emoto’s prayer. I’m finding that prayer to be a great help in grounding and focusing my heart, thoughts and emotions when I think about the devastation in the Gulf!
July 12, 2010 at 9:39 pm
Gioia
hello,
first I wanted to share that on Sunday 11 I have been very sick from the afternoon on, I guess it was a case of food poisoning and I kept vomiting until half an hour before going to bed.
I started feeling better while watching the solar eclipse in easter island on live streaming.
Before sleeping I sent my intention of having a dream about the Gulf waters.
here’s what I recall:
in my dream I was having a “last-minute” wedding by the sea. The water was still and crystal clear, just beautiful, and I was very happy of my on the spur of the moment decision.
In a related dream I was with a father and daughter. They both had been stung at their feet but some unidentified bug/object, and to help them I was carrying buckets of sea water and pouring it over their feet. The water seemed to have a healing property.
my take: I feel that after the purging and the eclipse of the sun (the darkest hour) a new pact can be made by humankind and the environment (the wedding) whose positive impact can be tested almost immediately: the waters are holy and they can heal.
Hopefully this is a vision for the (near) future. I am sending my energy along with yours to reach this new stage of consciousness.
blessing to all you fellow dreamers
Gioia from Italy
July 14, 2010 at 1:37 am
Tzivia
How wonderful to know you were dreaming with us from Italy! I love your reflections on your dreams … as well as reading the dreams themselves!
July 12, 2010 at 11:02 pm
David
I recorded 5 dreams. Hard to say if any was clearly a dream to heal the planet. Here is one of the dreams. It takes place over decades.
I see a man who is a chef or sous chef who meets a woman that he falls in love with. He invites her out to dinner. They go to a restaurant, finally find a table for two on the third floor after vainly looking for one on the main and second floor. They fall in love with each other. For some reason the relationship comes to an end. Eventually she is put away in a kind of home for disturbed people. Some friends and I periodically visit her but she refuses to come out. Many years later we visit her saying to the “guards” to tell her that we have something important to say to her about the man she loved. She comes running out all excited wearing a Mardi gras mask that is like a white bird with prominent beak. We are wearing Mardi gras masks as well. She cries out, “where is he?” We show her a mask of his face that he wanted her to have. She holds the mask with tenderness. She is crying with happiness. We tell her that he died a hero trying to save his fellow workers in a gold mine disaster.
July 14, 2010 at 1:43 am
Tzivia
I certainly see thematic connections to the intention (which I know will not surprise you 🙂 … and/but/and … I’m glad you posted the dream despite your doubts, and I hope others will be inspired to post theirs, too, because whether or not you see a connection, the dreams are all part of a group experience and all add to the mosaic of our global dreaming experience! So … thank you for posting!
July 14, 2010 at 2:05 am
Ava Wolf
David, thanks so much for this dream. In my dream of your dream, I see a nurturing masculine energy, one who provides food for his beloved. There is so much that is mysterious and rich in this dream, I feel very moved as I read it. What strikes me hard is the mardi gras mask like a white bird with prominent beak. In waking state, a friend has recently told me–several times because she has been impressed with it–the story of the mating of terns. Apparently the female chooses the male who shows her the biggest and best fish. As she is being courted, she turns away from the male who presents her with an insufficient fish. This ritual choice ensures the survival of her young, and of her species. I think there must be so many creatures in the Gulf who have lost their mates–perhaps after finally finding a place to be together (table for 2 on the 3rd floor?); For some reason the relationship comes to an end (disastrous oil spill?)–and who knows if, to some of the creatures being “rescued”–they do not experience it as being put in a home for disturbed people! The dream takes place over time–what if it is bird-time? And who knows what acts of heroism these beautiful animal souls are performing trying to save others? In my dream of your dream, I feel my identification with the wildlife in the Gulf, I feel my tenderness, I feel my grief, I feel my one-ness with The Great Living Whole that we are.
July 15, 2010 at 4:10 am
Dolores J. Nurss
Mardi Gras literally means “Fat Tuesday”–the last hurrah of excess before the fasting and prayers of Lent. I wonder if what we’re seeing in the Gulf is a shocking excess to end all excesses, right before a purification, a time of abstaining and new spiritual seeking? Even the staunchest Laissez Faire friends I know (one of them so extreme as to praise “the robust economy of Victorian London”!) are now calling for more regulation of oil and other polluting businesses.
July 13, 2010 at 1:57 am
Michelle Arpin
I was scheduled to dream for the oil spill in the golf, and in my dream I saw a small table placed over some rock formations under water. Two of the legs were folded under the table and the other two touched the bottom of the sea. Thought there was agate around (but have always mispronounced it, so I heard “agathe”. Then I was in an apple juice factory, but upon waking I noticed many elements related to oil: yellow spots dripping under the work trolleys, the chemist telling everyone coming in to dip into the open jar near the door to sample the very consistent looking juice. And myself thinking or saying “this is not right!” I would be working there one more day and had to phone my present employer. I was surprised that it was a long distance call. I was even more surprised when I woke up and saw that I had only 15 minutes left to get ready for work. There must have been something wrong with that apple juice: I had a stomach ache all day.
July 14, 2010 at 1:41 am
Tzivia
Other elements related to the Gulf: under water rock formations!
Thank you so much for sharing … and sorry to hear about that stomach ache!
July 13, 2010 at 8:07 pm
Lisa
In my dream:
I am in a large country-house, near the woods. Inside, there are several women. One woman, a physician, approaches me. She is small, fit, with dark wavy hair that drapes over her shoulders. She wears a white lab coat. “Here,” she says, extending her hands toward me. “You must read this book.” She places the book in my hands. “It is the most important book I have ever read,” she says, “It changed my life.” I take the book from her, look down at the title: Water.
July 13, 2010 at 8:40 pm
Francisca
Oh, Lisa. What a lovely dream…. *hug*
July 14, 2010 at 12:56 am
Ava Wolf
I am struck with how very much I need the news of the beautiful, powerful healers who are appearing in our dreams–like your dream physician, like Riva’s super-hero androgyne. Thank you!
July 14, 2010 at 1:18 pm
Gabriele Case
I have not posted my dream from 7/11-12, yet. I haven’t been able to remember a single one since then. Wonder, if my not posting has blocked other dreams from coming through.
I am barely seeing into my neighbor Diane’s yard, across the creek (site is from my childhood home, not Diane’s actual yard). She is riding a large, box-like machine. She doesn’t know how to turn it off, and her husband, who does, isn’t there. Then I, who am in my yard, hear a yell from her mother-in-law. She has somehow ridden the machine into the creek. I run to try to help. When I get there, the side of the creek has stopped the machine with Diane on top.
July 15, 2010 at 4:57 am
Angelheart
I dreamt the first night a sort of membrane capping the leak, then saw pressure being redirected to a different place. After this I looked at the sky and it was very vibrant red and orange yet there seemed to be a wonderful electrical storm but no clouds.
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