Winter

This is supposed to be a week of warm weather—upper 70s and perhaps reaching the 80s. That is warm for the PNW. Seasonal temperatures. But last night, after a shorts-and-sweater-day, the wind came up. I had my bedroom window open, because my condo gets so hot, and I kept waking. Finally, I woke enough to shut the window. My cat curled right next to my side all night; he never does that. I put on a sweater and went back to sleep.

So now I'm here with a hot cup of coffee, thinking about my life. I had to move out of my house when my husband quit speaking to me. That was two years ago. I decided today, that if I'd stayed in my house, I wouldn't have had such strong feelings of losing an entire life. Our belongings are part of what tells us we have history. We can look at things and say, I bought that back when gas was cheap. Or, like yesterday, I washed my down sleeping bag (could have used it last night) that I bought in 1970 after I got married for the first time. Jack and I bought all the latest and expensive hiking equipment. It was our plan to live off the land, to forage for berries and roots and to fish. We lost a lot of weight and ended up eating big meals on the weekends when we worked at the resort at Priest Lake. The survival manual I was reading at the time said a person would starve to death on just fish. One must eat fat. Well, we hardly even caught any fish. It was an exercise that had people talking—and laughing behind our backs. But we were into living off the land and were for years, growing our own food, raising chickens for eggs, goats for milk. I'd actually like to do that again. A little plot of land to keep me, would be lovely.

So I haven't been dreaming much lately. That's why I haven't been posting. I guess I could post anyway, things about the dream life. I've been writing down my dreams since the 70s. It was the thing to do for awhile. And interestingly enough, dreams make an impact on the waking life. Many things in the outer life can be changed through the dream. Take for instance, if you are pursued frequently in your dream, stop and turn around. The pursuit probably won't attack you, you can have a sword ready, but may be trying to get your attention. This can heal something in your life.

My dreams have been mumbly things lately. Almost like machines chinking away, cogs dropping from one slot to the next, clock ticking through it's seconds, on and on. If I wake in the night I try to catch a snippet, lately nothing comes to me. They say just the act of writing down a dream or setting an intention as one begins to fall asleep will help with dream recall. I just seem to have periods of time when I don't recall. I'll work harder on experimenting with this.

The electromagnetic lines that wrap the earth, called ley lines, are supposed to affect the sleep patterns too. If they cross where you sleep, you could get sick. Just move your bed--simple solution. A good diviner can help you find the lines. I'm a good diviner. Call me, okay?

The best way to improve dream recall is to keep a journal and affirm your dream life. Learn from it, read dream books, take the time to explore the subconscious.

Choppy Water

Four of us are walking on a dock. It is dusk. The couple walks behind a friend and I. The water is icy blue, the light growing dusky. It seems like it is cold, but I do not feel the cold. The dock narrows. We step closer, arm in arm, keeping to the middle. The water is close to the surface of the dock. We walk on. Soon we come to a place where the dock steps down, and a bit of water is on its' surface. We stumble. One of my feet goes in the water. I find it lucky that I have rubber boots on. Since I'm down, I decide to travel on my hands and knees. That way it won't be so like walking a tightrope. I scoot on. Then my friend and I are at the end of the dock, just sitting there—looking out at the waves. It is almost like we are riding in a boat. I feel the thrill of danger. Waves come at us—not too large, but large enough to rock the dock, but not swamp us. Then a huge machine, half boat, half street cleaner comes in, sees us, pulls back, barely avoiding crashing into the dock. We leave, frightened, but thrilled by being so close to the flow.

Interpretation: This is an interesting dream. I went on an overnight retreat with a friend. I'd say that a lot of the retreat was spent in newness. We were staying at a couples' house. Our plan was to write, but we were also to be spontaneous with hikes and meals and creating some jewelry. It was fun—and there was a degree of tension—sort of the excitement of something new kind of tension.

Beeping

It was the beep of the text message that woke me at 7 this morning. My friend was off on a sunny rafting trip. Seven isn't very early compared to what I was waking to for awhile. And now as I type this, it's the beeping of the garbage truck that comes early in the morning. And since it is a condo parking lot, he is backing so carefully and beeping all the way, and his breaks squeak. I should tell him to fix that. That's what I've done this life, tell people to do something about the things that annoy me. How about not being annoyed in the first place?

I've read that we can do work on ourselves through our dreams. When we go to bed at night, just relax and think about what we want to know and what we want to have fixed. There will be images that come that will answer our question or fix our problem. We should watch closely and act on what is presented. A woman who wrote a book on following the dream said, if the toilet is plugged, use the toilet plunger, if someone draws a sword on you, don't run, fight back. These things will fix personality foibles, strengthening the character.

For years I dreamed about dogs chasing me and biting my hands. I'd just barely get away from them, dive behind something or into a room, slamming the door in their snarling faces. Years and years of this nightmare and then finally the dogs were chained. I could observe them and not be as frightened. And then at last, a dog ran up to me and I could pet him. I'd also been bitten by dogs in the outer world. I was terrified of them. But through these series of dreams, I became unafraid. Now dogs run up to me and lie down at me feet, wiggling joyously.

I haven't remembered a dream in a few days. I'm not worried about this—they'll be back. And I'll share them with you when they come. Ciao!

Misty Road

"I Have A Dream..."
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Dreams have this misty look to them and sometimes it is hard to reacall what the dream is about. When a dream is triggered by something someone says or by something you do, then it is a gift. The dream comes back to you. Lately I've been dreaming very sybolic dreams. I don't fear my dreams, I love them. And they teach me about my life--which is a good thing. Technorati Profile

Escargot

I'm on the telephone, ready to make a call when a women's voice comes on. She is talking to someone in the background, asking them if escargot causes stomach aches. She then speaks in the phone saying, hey, do you want to come out and have escargot, a few people are coming out, and then he answers. And I don't hear if he says yes or not, but I interject, saying I'm on the phone too. I had just picked it up to make a call and then there you both were. And I'd already been invited to come for escargot, and I don't like the idea of you two being there together. I'd like some respect. I'd like it if you could wait, we aren't even divorced yet. So there is this hemming and hahing over the wire. She isn't agreeing to what I'm saying. And then I'm cutting my hair. It is very long. And then he is there and I'm cutting his hair. I don't really want to cut his hair. So there is no conclusion about the party or anything else. The thing I can't understand is why his voice is so low. It bothers me, and finally I ask him, what happened to your voice? He says, it just dropped one day. I don't know why. We are at the door. He walks out.

 

Interpretation: This is an example of a dream directly relating to reality. My husband is seeing other people, so we are in the process of divorce. The part about the hair also is from a activity we would do: I would cut his hair and I cut my own. The interesting thing about hair is that it is a symbol of power. In this dream the power I have is not true power. I can cut his hair and mess it up and I can tell her not to come to the party. Neither of these things changes our life together. We are finished. I'm not sure the dream points this out. But when I woke I realized I was doing the same old thing again, wishing he was with me instead of going away.

Twilight Zone

I've left some things out in the hall of my new apartment building. I went into the hall and found my cloths strewn up and down the hall. I'm in a car with friends and again my stuff is strewn all over the car. I'm eating with a friend I've run into and as we leave, I walk under arms and through a tangle of people, pushing my way through. I disgusted by myself.

I'm at the concert without my dinner partner. I've forgotten my tickets. I search through my purse, which is stuffed with scraps of paper and Kleenex and crumbs. A different friend is meeting me there, which I've just remembered, and I have five minutes to go home and get the tickets. I know it will take me more than five minutes, but I turn and run for it anyway. Then I'm in a hospital. There's an elevator that has a table in front of the door. Now I'm pulling a suitcase as the door opens and I get in.

Inside there are shoes on the floor, a man's and a child's. There is a black plastic bag with something in it. I touch it. It is a child's body. I scream and scream and press against the wall. The door has already closed and the elevator is going like a train. I continue to scream. The train races faster and faster until it stops suddenly. I look out the window, it's tittering at the edge of a bluff. I don't know where I am or what to do about my situation. Then the train/elevator reverses and I'm in a seat riding backwards and it slows for a conductor outside the window standing in a sunny landscape. He is offering me things: vodka, and something else. I wave him away. The train goes again and slows again. The conductor is there offering me things: a tin crown, and other things. I wake crying.

Interpretation: My life is chaotic and changing with my divorce. I've been thrown into a new life that I'm having trouble sorting out. I have fear that I won't make it financially. The child in the elevator reminds me of the part of myself that split off as a child. And the last two symbols. Perhaps both are ways out: drinking and thinking I'm a queen. Both are like my mother. I want a different life. One that satisfies me creatively.

Dance, Dine, & Dentist

Three dream snippets:

 

1, A circle of women are dancing. I'm sitting on the side, tying my shoes. A middle-eastern woman has attached a long curly hairpiece to her uncovered head. She has also slipped red silk pants on under her skirts. Her husband comes in. She is facing him. Her hairpiece is not obvious. I see her fear. I get up and walk across the room, blocking his view of her. She quickly detaches the hairpiece and drops it to the floor. She continues to dance. I open the window, as though that was my plan all along. Later I see her sitting on the floor. She is slipping the pants off without being noticed. She smiles at her husband.

 

2. I go with a man to have dinner. Another couple joins us. I find the seat I want, in the corner and pull out the chair. The other couple's man has chosen that very one. He removes his things from the seat, looking irritated. I apologize and say I'll move. But he insists that I take his seat. When I sit, the table has been moved, so I am no longer in the protected corner.

 

3. I'm in the dentist chair waiting for the dentist when I get sprayed by some machine overhead. I dodge the water but the stream follows me, spraying me in the face and on my head and clothing. I get out of the chair and leave the room. Then I'm with the dentist and he says I have a few sunspots that should be removed. I tell him I'll make an appointment. I tell him the spray thing is unacceptable. He says he's turned it off. When I leave the room my son is pacing. He points at his watch. He's been waiting for 2 ½ hours. We go to a coffee shop for tea. I'm uncomfortable.

 

Bull Fight

We're in Spain. There's a bullfight.

The boy sits at a table eating a sandwich.

I tell him to stay inside, but he says no. We're on a road walking

a dog. The dog gets away, runs ahead on the road and bites a man.

I run up to the man and ask him to show me where he's been bit.

He's looks at me fiercely. He will not respond to me. I turn around and go home.