DREAMS FROM DREAM BOXES OVER THE YEARS

 

for the dream festival - I am sleeping with a girl in the sky. She is sleeping, but then she is over a little ways away and she is transparent and silver and singing. There is a string quartet of girls.

They are playing a music of such beauty that I think if I could only wake up and write that down it would be the most beautiful song in the world. and then we are all in a boat and my dead friend is there silently, kindly blessing. I can only remember one phrase from the music

 


I was in a dream that seemed like it lasted lifetime. I was born; grew up; fell in love; grew up; fell out of love; grew up; and died. It was...undescribable! Loved it!

 


Sat Sep 23 6:05PM . . .

"for the dream festival" ...I am with a group of women at a luncheon or social of some sort. I look to my left and there is Pauline, laughing and talking to a group of women. "Look how beautiful" I think to myself, Pauline is young and vivacious, her smile and face so genuine. I feel so fond of her...I realize I am seeing her in her "timeless self" and the pull or attraction we (as in myself and the other women in the dream) feel is that we all see the brilliant beauty of her essence rather than the shell of her body.

Facinating Note: This dream is nearly identical to the dream that I had (again with Pauline in it symbolizing the timeless beauty of our personal essence) last year at this time during the Woman of the Skies Retreat at Andrea Goodman's, perhaps experiencing for a second time helped illuminate some meaning while I was still dreaming..



. . . . Sat Nov 24 1:02AM . . .

For the dream festival: "You're like a dumb ox" she said. "Well, I'll have you know that was Thomas Aquinas' nickname... I may not know what to do on any given Saturday afternoon, but when I put my mind to it, I achieve at a very high level" We cross 1st avenue at 1st street...

for the dream festival

 


. . .  Tue Sep 11 10:57PM . . This is a long dream, kind of an epic.

There is not just a single moon orbiting the earth in this dream; there is also a second very small moon. This moon is entirely covered with hilly forests, and there are people living on it. I find myself on this second moon in the dream, as the first person from earth to ever visit. The people there tell me that this moon passes very close to earth, sometimes 30-40 miles from Minnesota. There is a single, small city, and I am a guest, however, I find myself repeatedly breaking the citys taboos through my ignorance.

The first taboo involves music. I want to learn how to play their music, which is played on a strange kind of keyboard instrument, but the notation is all numeric, and I cant read the numbers well enough to play the pieces. Im being tutored. So I decide to simply improvise, and play what I think it says. However, this is a music that has to be transferred exactly. Somehow this is a major blunder. 

Im in an eating hall full of people, everything is white, and there is a man there who is very mad at me. Hes going to kill me. Hes holding something wooden, it looks like a shelf, or the top of a desk, and hes going to hit me with it. Somewhere in here, I become aware that this is a dream, and take charge. Instead of running or fighting, I tell him that Im going to absorb his rage. I sit on the floor in childs pose, and I dont look at him. Hes running at me with the board, I feel him coming at me, and then suddenly hes not mad, and instead of hitting me with the board, he uses it to stop a knife from hitting me (the knife had no obvious origin). 

I learn that, where I first thought that these people controlled the whole moon, they really just live in a small enclosure, surrounded by a fence. In the forest outside of the fence, there are vicious animals that terrorize them. Although the animals were reputed to have been worse in the past, nobody is allowed to go outside the fence. The animals seem to be some kind of wild pig. I see the fence, which is made partly of metal mesh, and partly of wood. The forest outside the fence looks just like the forest inside the fence to me.

I decide that I have to teach the moon people to fly, since this is a dream. My first attempt to teach them to fly comes in the form of making a flying carpet. To do this, I take a regular carpet, and sew strips of cloth to it that are made out of marijuana. Somehow, this gives it the ability to fly, and the people are very excited. However, this breaks another taboo. I explain how it works, and offer them some seeds to cultivate and make more flying carpets (why was I carrying these seeds? I dont know). There seems to be a kind of serious prohibition against drugs here, and they decide that since I didnt know, I wont be punished. There is a great deal of grumbling though.

Pierre Goirand

 


a young boy is running after a group of young adults

He runs up a huge flight of city stairs holding a balloon

Then he comes running back down the stairs;  slowly the balloon lifts him up and he runs down walking on air

walking in air he runs over a bridge

Then suddenly he falls down in shallow water

he is lying face down, dead looking

suddenly he jumps up

and grinning proudly holds two huge live silvery fishes , half his size , one in each fist

From Anne Hemenway


 

Love Sonnet LXXXIX
Pablo Neruda

When I die, I want your hands on my eyes: 

I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands 

to pass their freshness over me once more:

I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.

I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep.

I want your ears still to hear the wind,

I want you to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together,

to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.

I want what I love to continue to live,

and you whom I love and sang above everything else

to continue to flourish, full-flowered:

so that you can reach everything my love directs you to,

so that my shadow can travel along in your hair,

so that everything can learn the reason for my song. 

 


. . Wed Nov 23 0:30AM . . .

I was at the bottom of a swimming pool. Having spent a long time underwater, I realized it was a dream. I could see the people above me, floating in their flotation devices and swimming. Suddenly a water snake about 5 feet long and 2 inches wide came darting toward me in the water. It wrapped itself around me and started to constrict me. Even though I couldn't manipulate anything I still had the enjoyment to know I was in a dream. I love lucid dreams!

 


. . . Fri Oct 19 6:39PM . . .

for the dream festival to conquer the 'fear' voice that lives in my head in order to be in this world from a more expansive, wise and calm place, from there to live with appreciation, conficence & a generosity of spirit derived from a trust in myself

Standing directly in from of me, my mother looks at me with wonder as she places a red dragon mask on her head. She begins to dance the dragon and it feels like she is uncertain at first. As she gains confidence the dragon mask begins to grow and cover her whole body extending outward behind her. She is becoming one with the dragon. It feels like a farewll and a celebration. Women of the circle support the back and tail of the dragon as my mother dances and becomes.

Ok, so too significant things....red was the color that came to me during one of the meditations as a color of protection. Two, the card I received from Julia is the Earth/root chakra card which depicts the earth surround by a great dragon.

LisaB, November 2007