October 2006
I dreamed I was at the house of my good friend and neighbor whom I first
got to know when she and I spearheaded a local movement to prevent a
high-voltage power line from being built through the scenic rural area
where we live, to carry power from one place to another hundreds of
miles away with no benefit to us, only harm to our landscape and
potentially our health – and after two years of hard working activism we
were successful, and very proud of ourselves as it seemed very much a
David v. Goliath case. So, in the dream I was astonished to find that
now, 20 years later, she and her husband had allowed a power line to be
built right through their place – 5 towers on their property – the wires
going right in front of their living room windows! I asked “How could
this happen?!” and they told me sheepishly, “Well, all the other
neighbors allowed it, so we figured we couldn’t prevent it.”
Are we going to stand by silently and let Big Power overrun us? We've
raised our voices in protest before - let's never give up!
...Besides this, there was a drifty little fragment in which I dreamed
that my contribution to the DaFuMu was a glass jar containing "four
inches of smoke from the Sierra" - for what it's worth :=)
Hello dreamers,
After writing down my dreams from last night/this morning, I decided
to share them here in case there is any relevant material for the
DaFuMu of dreaming peace for our Mother Earth. The second dream seems
most probable to me...
A woman friend is hosting NM's presentation of a workshop. She
invites me to attend at the last minute when the workshop has already
begun. When I arrive the workshop participants are sitting in a group
on the floor eating a snack. It looks to me like the snack has been
specially prepared and is ornate in appearance and has an Asian feel.
I realize this is part of the workshop and is a sacred element.
Knowing I cannot sit on the floor comfortably I see a small stool and
bring it over to sit on. I am handed a snack and am told or know that
it is a pudding. It is not in a container and the thought occurs that
this could be messy yet I find the pudding to be solid.
Next I am given a large VCR unit and I hold it on my lap. This has
something to do with me viewing something the other participants
didn’t, or something just for me. There is a clear flexible plastic
case around the VCR (like on a box of stationery), open on one end,
and I slip the cover off. NM sees me do this and tells me I shouldn’t
have done that. His attitude is one of annoyance and anger. I say no
problem and ask someone to help me slip the VCR back into the case as
it is a snug fit. They are holding the case and I am holding the VCR.
As we begin doing this NM is hovering over us saying we are doing it
wrong and insists we stop and start over his way. I do, even though I
was confident I could do it just fine how I was trying.
Now I am looking more closely at the VCR and see that it is kind of
funky and has many parts missing, mostly cosmetic pieces of the outer
case. This doesn’t bother me as I understand that as long as the
insides work it doesn’t matter what it looks like on the outside.
Nandu is still fussing with the unit.
NM and I are now sitting on the floor facing each other fairly close
and he puts his hands out in front of him, palms facing me, and I
realize he is begining to do healing work with me. I’m surprised by
this as we are still in the room with other people, but I relax and
close my eyes, ready to receive the healing. After a few moments he
moves himself farther back, then farther back still. I wonder why.
Then someone approaches Nandu and he stops and turns his attention to
this person.
I am upset by NM's behavior, both with the VCR and the healing
session, and decide this wasn’t the right thing to do, so I get my
things together, say goodbye to my friend, and leave. As I leave NM
slips an unknown object into the pocket of a large bag I’m carrying.
Vague and patchy remembrance... perhaps a continuation of the above
dream...?
I’m outside walking... see agricultural fields with young
orchards... NG is there and he is engaged in raking/smoothing a large
area of soil... something to do with directing water flow?... I then
see a small river and think orchards need to be here, in the river,
to utilize the water... now there are mounds of land in the river,
which snakes around each mound, and they have apple trees planted on
them, with fences surrounding and protecting the trees... I begin to
inspect the trees and see that they’ve all been properly pruned and
taken care of so I don’t need to be concerned about them... I know
that these trees have been here for a long time and belong to an old
established farming family... As I move from mound to mound I’m aware
that I’m carrying a large duffle type bag, it’s strap on my
shoulder... it is heavy and awkward, but I have no problem carrying
it or moving around the confined space outside the fences on the
mounds... I remember the object NM slipped into my bag and stop to
look for it... I find that the bag I’m carrying isn’t mine, or at
least contains items that don’t belong to me... I still don’t know
what it was NM slipped to me...
EOD
May you be blessed with peace in your heart,
Jennifer Star
jstar@peacemandala.com
www.PeaceMandala.com
Good morning dreamers,
No DaFuMu dream for me last night, but this was in my INBOX this
morning and seems appropriate to share.
May you be blessed with peace in your heart,
Jennifer Star
Here is today's Heartfelt Blessing.
"What exactly does it take to live the life of your dreams? Perfect
timing? Fortunate opportunities? A million dollars in the bank? Not
even close. It takes a decision; A simple decision that will
ultimately test the strength of your commitment and the depth of
your faith."
~ from "The Sequoia Seed by Karen Wright
No one has ever said living the life of your dreams is easy. It
takes drive and determination, persistence and patience, faith in
ourselves and trust in powers greater than ourselves. And there's
always that chance that if we go for it, we won't even t make it.
We could lose everything.
The greater risk, however, comes in doing nothing at all. For then
not only do we condemn our dream to certain doom, we condemn
ourselves to spending the rest of our lives thinking of what we
might have done.
Right now, the timing is perfect, opportunity is knocking and
everything you need is at hand. Why not make the decision, today,
to go for your dream? Commit yourself to it. Pursue it with
excellence. Grab hold of it with all your heart and do not let go.
Both you and your dream are worth it.
If you would like to listen to today's heartfelt blessing, click
here:
http://clicks.aweber.com/z/ct/?PENq_QlN4qnDfk221wgGsg
And if you are interested in learning more about "The Sequoia
Seed", the source of today's quote and a new favorite in my
personal book collection, you will find information about the book
and its lovely author, Karen Wright, by visiting
www.wrightminded.com.
And until next time...
Know that you are loved beyond measure and a cherished blessing to
me.
May your day be filled with all things good,
Kate
Rita's dreams:
October 13/14
I woke up and was in this dream floating above a healing circle and
landing in it and taking my place. My place was where a large wooden
bowl of what seemed Koa wood was there - the bottom of the bowl was in
the earth - so it was half in and half out of the earth. I then became
this wooden bowl - felt my depth, my solidity and strength and also felt
my sound in a silent way.
The healing circle was made up of many people but I had a sense of
Native American Energy by the way people sat and looked. Koa wood is
from Hawaii and I have two wooden sculptures of the Divine Feminine done
by a woman artist in Maui. Bob and I loved her and her work and these
two are very treasured pieces of ours. When Bob and I arrived in Maui
the first time I had a spontaneous regression of a past life as a healer
on that island and we travelled to that island year after year for
almost 14 years.
The bowl I associate to an indigenous bowl but made by a modern artist
because of the shape. I also associate it to this giant salad bowl I
bought a long time ago that I seldom use but that I bought because I
love salads and I really like to mix things up and toss everything
around and the bowl gave me a lot of space that way:))
The dream speaks of the connection to the earth in a solid container of
depth, solidity and strength - a container that could also represent the
feminine body.
October 14/15
I am part of this healing circle guided by Roger Hunt. All of us,
myself and other healers, sit together in circle while Roger guides us
with his songs.
This same sequence repeated itself over and over during the night - I
would wake up and go to the restroom and come back and it restarted.
There were a few changes to the dream that I don't recall other than in
one scene my speaking directly to Roger. Roger and his wife Artemisia
hold a Sufi devotional singing night once a month at their home. Both
of them sing individually and together songs of Oneness and God - many
of them are songs they themselves wrote. They are songs of the heart
and repeat themselves so the group can sing with them. Roger is the
leader of the group with his strong, deep voice and ability to speak
from the heart. I attended this circle last night and when I return I
am filled to the brim with bliss and the deeper silence resonates after
so much sacred singing.
In this dream we were not in a home. The circle was suspended a few
feet above the earth. All the colors we wore were brownish and the
atmosphere was like a waking life atmosphere of maybe fog where there
was no visibility beyond the circle of people in brown colors sitting
together. Roger was sitting in a yogi position looking straight up and
singing. But I did not hear any sounds - like the other healing circle
dream it seemed like Sacred Silent Sound. The rest of us were healers,
a sense of Native American women and also modern day healers and we were
in a position of surrender looking down to the earth all of us covered
with brown shawls. A sense that other than Roger the rest of us were
women. Also sitting cross legged but more like Native American people
would. Roger's posture was more Indian Yogi. He is involved in Indian
meditation.
October 15/16
Wake up this morning with the end of a long dream. Can't remember the
rest of the dream. All I remember is a female goddess earth figure
standing at the center - she is all brown, of the earth, kind of looks
like a skinny gnarled trunk of a tree, no features just what feels like
an ancient slender kind of human outline that is also a trunk of a tree
- maybe shifting?. She is standing at the center of the earth - and
there is nothing around her - it looks like sterile ground, like the
moon surface or what the earth would look like after a nuclear blast and
I sense people much further away from us but I am small and walking back
and forth around her and toward her. I seem to be having some kind of
silent connection and ritual without talk with her. She is three to
four times as tall as I am and moving around this center.
The little dream fragment felt so connected to the two dreams of healing
circles I had in the last couple of nights also. The healing of all of
us, the expression of our sorrows and grief, and the healing of the earth.
Rita H.
DREAM: I am looking at a scene of mid-European countryside (maybe
Germany?). There's a grassy hill (the grass a dark rich green) with
houses dotted on it most of the way up. I am looking at this from a
distance, showing someone the house he wants to go to, which is a
large pinkish-red house near the top of the hill, higher than all
the other houses. (Although it looks small from this distance, it's
obviously much bigger than any of the other house.) It belongs to
the most important man in the village. EOD
My immediate response to this image was that the dream scene, where the
houses were all detached with plenty of space around them, was so
different from the area in the south of Spain where I live (the Costa
del Sol), where they are over-building like crazy and resources
(particularly water) are getting severely overstressed. It seemed like
the dream village would have been a maintainable community.
On Tuesday I picked up one of the free English language newspapers that
gets distributed around here, and noticed the following article:
REPORT WARNS OF HIGH DESERTIFICATION RISK
Spain's Observatory on Sustainability warned last week that the
country's economic growth cannot be sustained.. It warned that a
third of Spanish territory runs the risk of being converted into a
desert, emissions that increase the global warming effect are on the
increase and that the management of rural and urban land is going
from bad to worse. The areas with the highest desertification risk
include the Costa del Sol, Huelva
Granada. Valencia, Alicante, the Barcelona area and most of the
Balearic Islands. When the Observatory's report was made public,
Environment minister Cristina Narbona admitted that most of its
bleak forecasts unfortunately hit the mark. However, she praised the
growing movement of residents in the worst areas who are beginning
to organise themselves to stop local councils and builders from
cementing every green area they can lay their hands on.
An interesting synchronicity!
And now I will try to catch up with all the posts from the past week,
Janet
March 2006
Traveling, I was looking for a place to take a shower. Just as I was entering the only unoccupied and usable shower stall, another woman showed up and demanded I let her use it. When I hesitated she said, "I'll give you $150."
She looked like she might be that rich and that silly, so I stepped aside and waited to use another, grubbier shower stall.
Later I caught up with the woman and asked for the money. She refused. We argued back and forth for a little while, and frustrated, I looked away and muttered, "What a bitch" - and at the same moment, in the same tone, she said the same thing!
I looked at her - it was so simultaneous, I wasn't sure if she would have heard it. I asked, "Did you hear that?" - at the same time as she asked me the same!
By then we were both laughing. But she still wasn't giving me any money. I said, "Look, I inconvenienced myself for you so it would be fair if you do something for me. But it wasn't worth $150 - that's ridiculous. Why don't you just pay me whatever it's worth to you?"
She reached into her purse - guardedly, so I couldn't see how much she had - and, looking at me tentatively as if she expected me to ask for more, she pulled out $5. I briefly considered demanding more but I was more interested in peace and fairness than getting the most I could get. I said, "$5 is fine."
comments:
I had the intention when I first got the email notice to join the DaFuMu, but didn't remember to set my intention before going to sleep as I was preoccupied with what turns out to be a minor health concern (and set my intention for a dream diagnosis, which turned out to be correct!). However, I remembered the DaFuMu when I recognized this other dream as a peace dream. Just the kind of peace dream I usually get when I try for one: a little interpersonal interaction - world peace in microcosm. by:
-Joy
In a vacationish home, an enclosed porch, all glass window, curtained. A strong sense of a sort of persimmonish color -though really, not quite on the walls- juts pervasive, maybe form a lamp shade? Anyway -when i was outside on the street at night -I was surprised to see that through the curtains it was easy to see into the apartment (or porch, or room)- there was a sense of all of it, all the rooms , being open to sight from outside
there was much more- but in my jangle, that is what i recall. And what I take from it is the strong awareness that we ARE all visible -to one another across the world. That the actions of the US are Seem and that they matter -even if we may think we are enclosed, safe, have the impunity of invisibility, the barrier of a shelter- not so. But even with this there wasn't the ominous feeling i have when writing those words. More like the awareness that we are actually all semi transparent to one another -and that that is where hope lies.
-Anna
I dreamt of being in Korea, traveling on a train with Harry. The train was filled with people of various situations: families, business people, seemly busy and trying to make a commute into a city. The train was blue and yellow, but it wasn't traveling very fast. Most everyone was keeping to themselves and reading newspapers or looking out the window. In our hands were Korean translation phrase books. We were determining the direction of the train we were traveling on, and looking up the phrase to ask: "Are we moving in the right direction?" We manage to find the phrase, and people politely nod their head in assurance. (End of dream)
-Laura
17 March 2006
(After I woke up and sleep again from a dream most probably related with my worries about my son)
- An airplane. I am watching from the very front of the plain. It is full, mostly with men. They seem from two different groups. One is dominating the other.
- A large, big, rather old commercial building. It is made of long corridors, parts opening one another. There are offices and shops. Just after an open in there is a mini police station where only 3 policemen waiting for security.
- An important man compelled to sign a truce with a woman menstruating. I am not sure why I decide she is menstruating; from the man's disgust or the blood covered everywhere.
- There are two iron doors one meter after the other. It is covered with wire fences and iron stakes. We are trying to enter while they are just beginning to close. I am falling down but crawling forward. The one in front of me tries to pull me. I am between the two doors about to close. If they close on me, the ýran stalks will sink into my flesh. I am hardly pushing myself in. Climbing and sitting on the door. There comes a being with a man's head and serpent's body from my left. It comes closer and closer as it wants to bite. I don't move, don't even blink my eyes. Seeing me motionless, it turns back to bite somebody else who fear.
- A female lawyer is training a male lawyer to defend human rights.
- I am at a sloppy place where 4-5 roads meets. One is upwards. I am making description of the roads they will fallow to the people in hurry.
20 March 2006
I see a bomb, an installation prepared for a bomb. But it is prepared as a part of the draining pipes and not everybody can understand it is a bomb. There is somebody who wants to leave people in the middle of the event and die. I realize it without his knowledge. I manage to get many children and youngsters out without his knowledge, without anybody able to see. Still he catch some and make them stay. I am trying to smuggle many of them using very narrow roads which are turning around cliffs and some parts collapsed down the cliffs.
-Ilkin
I am driving on the freeway that goes through downtown Los Angeles in my white Toyota Camry. I am watching my rear window in the car to make sure I can see Bob's car - which is a few cars behind me. Then a crash happens between his car and mine and I can't stop as the traffic is moving me forward. I check one more time to make sure he is well - that his car was not involved in the crash. I see his blue Toyota Camry in good order but now behind the two cars that had a small accident and ran into each other. I am moved forward until I am out of the car on a freeway exit and begin painting the exit road with these brilliant colors of yellow, red and orange in my normal abstract style. People look at the large painting on the cement and really enjoy it and that pleases me. When I finish the painting, it still is wet, I continue on the offramp over the freeway and attend this workshop. I had debated whether to go or not and decided to attend. It was being held in a public space over the freeway and led by this very large, tall, strong woman- the presence of her was so strong.
I arrive and she tells me how glad she is to see me because she invited three women from different continents to come and meet me. I feel so honored and glad I decided to attend- if I had not I would have missed this special event. One of the women is jewish from Argentina. She arrives with a cape over her head, hiding half her face and her jewishness. She is dark skinned and very ethnic looking. I greet her. I don't know from what countries the other two women are. I am amazed that these women could come at such short notice and ask the woman leader how this happened. She tells me that she invites them and if they find a plane ticket they can afford they come. And all three of them were able to do this.
After the workshop I am now back on the freeway in the opposite direction from where I came. Now the demonstration is in full force. There are no cars on the freeway only human beings packed and connected to each other and they are moving as ONE in the same direction, as if they were one body, one soul. The movement is slow so everybody is safe but they seem to be in a group rhythm. There are also women hanging from the side of the freeway cheering the large group on. As I go with others under an overpass some of these women cheerleaders recognize me and say hello to me and ask me where I am from. I tell them from Argentina, and then they cheer and then I add that my family is of German/Russian descent and they cheer some more. I feel loved, accepted and so part of this large throng of people. I sense the demonstration is about human rights of all kind and many organizations have joined us.
In the next scene I am inside a small building. Because I am with the leaders of this demonstration I was allowed to enter this small space and while other people are talking to each other and strategizing I am in this small stall taking care of this horse with love and care and also cleaning up some of the mess created from the organization of this event. I am comfortable being by myself taking care of this animal and the mess while the others are making some kind of plans.
In the next scene I am outside in a park. I notice that some of the demonstrators are arrested and put into a small police van in an unkind way. Then a large male policeman approaches me and tells me he will arrest me as part of the crowd. I have in my hands a small pirex dish I use to bake sweet bread at home. It is washed clean and shining in my hand. I seem very sure of myself and tell him that he most certainly can arrest me but if he does I will sue him and the police force and that I will win the suit because none of us has broken the law. He decides against arresting me. EOD
- Rita
I just wanted to add to this little thread that, even though I tried hard to participate in the DaFuMu dreaming, my own dreams have been...well, what I consider to be strange during the past couple of weeks.
It's not that I have no dream recall at all. That is something I do some of the time, but not now. No. These dreams have been in some way so chaotic that I can barely remember anything, let alone a whole dream. My dreams, and from what I can tell, other people's dreams, are most frequently like stories with a beginning, a middle and an end. What I've been doing lately is more like ten second sound bytes from every possible dream. I'll run you a list of what I would not even call snippets from two nights of dreaming.
1. walking through a woods, I walk past a woman who is Power Walking. At the end of the woodsy path, we come to a road. I ask the woman for the way to Midland, and she points out that there is a bus that runs on the main road nearby. I look and Emad is getting onto the bus.
2. There is a little girl about six years old. I hug her and tell her I really like being with her.
3. There is a building that looks like a huge brick armory, or a civic center auditorium. It's on a hill. I am headed toward it, but this building gives me a bad feeling. I've seen it in dreams before, and I don't want to go there.
4. I am talking with someone about how emails can be easily passed from one email list to another.
5. I am (as is often true) posting something to the computer, and thinking about who is in the group that will receive the post.
And that's just a few of them. I even have waked up in the night several of the DaFuMu nights and asked my dreaming self if we couldn't just have a DaFuMu dream...but no, this is what I've been getting.
-Jean
Kathy's Reply to Jean's Dreams
When I look at your series of dreams I see them as all connected!! Well I like making connections! The first one (for me) gives the overall aim:
Walking through a woods, I walk past a woman who is Power Walking. At the end of the woodsy path, we come to a road. I ask the woman for the way to Midland, and she points out that there is a bus that runs on the main road nearby. I look and Emad is getting onto the bus.
Well not too difficult to see you as a Power Walker (though you seem more like a Power Runner these days!!) - and Emad too is a Power Walker with all he does in such a terrible situation. I LOVE your destination and you have Emad heading there too - Midland - here I am reminded of the Middle Path - the path of peace between opposites (so is it a DaFuMu afterall??? Like Joy's - peace in the microcosm - ha!!!! isn't that your saying - "let there be peace and let it begin with me".
Then I see the rest of the dream as presenting you with pairs of opposites:
The building (something larger more bureaucratic impersonal) you FEAR and the child (something smaller, personal) you LOVE (connection).
AND then another pair of opposites: The openness of emails (writing in general???????) which leads to vulnerability for emails are public property and hence no longer in the author's control and also connection as emails will reach others who are not even known.
From my experience I know one very large way to lack of peace within me is to be pulled in opposite directions - pulled in one way; then pulled in the other.
From my experience peace lies in the MIDDLE of those opposites (in Midland) - for in the MIDDLE I can hold my awareness of BOTH possibilities AT the SAME TIME. When I do that there is peace, as from that position the former opposites transform themselves into something much more useful and something I can practically respond too - aware of the possibilities. My mind is at peace and I can act more fruitfully in this area of my life.
I LOVE it when I have this sort of dream - which I call a pattern dream - it displays so clearly to me the pattern of some current thinking - and so it gives a way out. All dreams do this to some extent BUT when the dream lays out the pattern in such an almost mathematical manner I feel I've reached a point where transformation in this area is very close at hand - it is the sort of dream that requires me to LOOK at the PATTERN of the relationships rather than looking at interpretation (although a little tiny tiny bit of interpretation is still there). love to all DafuMuers (and non-ones too - like me!!)
Kathy
Just checking in and sorry to say had a sad dream want to share with you all (by the way, according to my native "moon" calendar, new moon eclipse is on the 29th coming in at 1:58 AM (U.S.-Indian time).
My first dream since Friday, was about an explosion. Really bad, a train and a building, hundreds of people running everywhere, all i can see is so much gray smoke, and of course, i have no idea "where i am", not sure if it's here in US, or another country...ugh sigh. So very sorry, wish i could see that.
Then had dream of 2 young girls who were "lost" looking for their mother, they were brunette and were about 8-10 years old. They said to me: We were told you could help us find our mother...i walk up closer to them to see who they are and I wake up.
Then this morning woke up seeing a rabbit...more to follow...
-Mary
February 2006
Dream -- The Power Of Prayer
I was meditating and listening to the inner sounds that arise and focusing on these, as a kind of inner mantra.
Later I dreamt that I had somehow achieved a feat that would normally be beyond my capabilities. I don't know what this was, but a voice was speaking to me - I didn't see a figure, and it could even have been a group of figures - but the message they gave me was very strong and to the point.
The voice was telling me not to neglect the power of prayer as it could make a huge difference in what could be accomplished. At the same time as the voice was speaking I also understood that this meant clearing away inner resistance to having the prayer answered. If my conscious mind wants one thing and another part of me has another agenda then this could weaken or negate the power of the prayer. The teaching seemed to be that we should ask for what we want, but we must also be ready to receive. We need to prepare ourselves to receive what we ask for, which implied inner searching and healing or weeding out those parts of us that may resist having our prayers answered.
It is amazing how all of this knowledge appeared in just a few seconds but I could write for some time to explain all that it seems to imply.
I also have to add that I have neglected to pray for anything for a very long time.
Warmest Regards - Helen
Dreamt that I was in London after the Blitz. Everything was burned
down and devastated, black colors everywhere. I was upstairs with a
group wondering if this guy who was walking the streets was a Gestapo
agent. It turned out he was not. Then the whole group began the
movement down the stairs- a sense of a large gathering.
Reconstruction was beginning. EOD
Dreamt I was in my bedroom with Bob when I noticed that the sliding
door was open. I heard and felt the energy of war of the middle
east. Then I noticed the floor was crawling with cockroaches. Told
Bob I had never seen a cockroach before. He immediately took action
and went to follow their trail and found Victor's jacket in the
wardrobe with a piece of food in it - that is what had attracted
them. EOD
Both dreams quite dark and acknowleding the war energy. One with a
message of hope at the end - the second one reflecting dark energies
of the night, scavengers in search of food, and a masculine who takes
action to find the source.
Much love
Rita
17 January 2006
Approaching clouds
We are driving from west to east at the European side of Ýstanbul or somewhere like Ýstanbul. There are huge dark clouds moving very fast at the South, Asian side, to the right side of us, at the other side of the sea. They are coming from a source. It looks like a volcano eruption. The dark clouds are foaming and moving with wind, as they are coming from a shaft. We are driving very fast too, trying to reach some place before the clouds. It is like as we are racing with the clouds. Sometimes the wind moves the clouds too close that all the vehicles on the road moves to northern, left side of the road, and we cant pass the ones in front of us or have to drive out of road. I wonder if we are heading towards Black Sea. We are at a house now. Trying to get rest but the man in the other house is warning us that there are cracks begining to open on the ground, gardens. Water is flowing from the cracks in ours to the lover garden. I see two dogs on the roof of the next house. Thinking one of them is my Thunder, I hurry to save him, to take with us. I dont care for the cracks on the earth or if they can demage the houses. I think I already sold my house in waking life and didnt buy a new one yet. Even if they are damaged I will not loose anything. The dark clouds look like, takes the shape of snakes moving in the sky. They are coming closer but stil we are safer than the ones who are behind (west) or right (south) to us. Four things are fixed but there is a fifth. I know what it is and how to fix. I am fixing it (finding the secret, keeping it safe and ready). I save it to make people know it. It stays where I put, not in an existing dimention for everybody yet. - Ilkin
An odd thing happened on February 14 when I was chanting "Ahhh" A far off horn -- either a boat horn or train whistle -- would sound at the same time, and on the same pitch. This went on for a few minutes, as if the horn/whistle was purposely chanting with me. Although I live near rivers and train tracks and often hear the whistles/horns, I don't recall them ever being more than intermittent sounds. The dream I had after this was what I think of as a "Godfather Dream" -- long and complex, but I remember almost nothing, as if I'd sat through all three Godfather movies and remembered only that there was a man in a boat. Here's what I remember:
My lover had re-plastered the walls of a room in my house. They were blue, with several shallow metal dishes embedded near the ceiling. They looked like old-fashioned camera flashbulb holders. I thought at first that they were only decorative, but then I realized that they were wired and were supposed to shine light on me. I worried that the wiring behind the newly plastered walls was not electrically safe . . Then a woman from Israel was showing me how to being to fill in a form for something missing at an airport. I listed medical records as the thing that was lost. I can't fully remember the purpose for filling out the form, but it had something to do with a flying hemi-sphere shaped probe, about one foot wide, that would scout the area. The Israeli woman had done this (filled out a form and had a probe sent) before she met me. I was at an airline counter beginning to fill out the form, but I had the sense that I would only fill out part of it, and the probe would not be activated until I put in the date. Then I was walking outdoors on a main street when a small propeller driven airplane (big enough to hold 3 or 4 passengers) landed on a cross-street facing toward me, then made a U-turn and came to a stop facing away from me. EOD
I also wanted to share my dream from the night of February 16 because the water element reminded me of Ilkin's.
A woman claimed Joan of Arc as an ancestor. I told her that she couldn't be descended from Joan of Arc because Joan of Arc had died without children. There were three sweaters hanging on pegs that were arranged vertically. All of the sweaters were blue, but different shades. One was cashmere. They belonged to a man. The woman said she had bought him the one that was his favorite. Then I was with a group of people going out in boats The water level had gotten very low. We went to a palace on an island. Concrete areas that had been under water were now covered in a thin layer of mud. A fish was gasping for breath and a man picked it up and threw it toward the water from behind a granite railing, but it fell short on a sloping gravel area and died. EOD.
Gina
January 2006
Group Dreaming Dream
I am in a dreaming group. There seems to be only one group - but within this group everyone dreams differently. Everyone is tuned into a different part of the picture and is able to give a vital new clue as to what is going on. Like each piece of a puzzle is vital to the whole puzzle. The end result - the sum total of all the group dreams looks something like a holograph hanging in space - with new edges and radiating axes - not symmetrical. It is like a living being which can be entered and exited and interacted with at will. It can be dreamed forward and backwards - but if left alone it will gradually fade into nothing. This was a strange dream as it seemed I was hanging space watching this hologram humming and singing - quite beautiful. I was also aware of 'the group' and how everyone is tuned to a unique energy which calls forth their unique brand of dreaming. - Helen
I am in a hilly, mountainous landscape. I know this is a place that
I once called my home, however the landscape is very different now.
The entire dream series had a déjà vu familiarity to it. I see a
large house like structure built on the side of the mountain. While
I don't see another person, it seems as though someone is guiding
me. Confused about the timing aspects, I begin to question how long
I've been there. They explain to me that time is different, and
that I've always been there, yet I am just arriving. I see an old
girlfriend from high school I haven't seen for over 30 years. (Off
and on over the years I had tried to locate her but was
unsuccessful). Her once long hair is now cropped short and she is
wearing a partial pony-tail on top of her head in a Japanese/Chinese
style. I mention to her that I had tried to locate her over the
years, and she responded that it was my energy that helped her to
return to this place of home. She seemed very much in peace, unlike
how I knew her long ago. Two Asian women greet me and tell me they
are glad that I am joining this "gym". I smile because I know I am
an initiate and I know they are trying to lighten the seriousness of
the moment. They give me a simple Japanese outfit to wear and tell
me that I am to prepare for the dinner ritual, of which I am very
excited to attend. I know that I have sacrificed my body to this
temple.
A small ritual is conducted, but the details are very scant at this
point. Then the Teacher arrives and performs some type of magical
ceremony over a small fire. I was very excited to see him after all
these years. He did not speak to me directly but there was a very
intense mental exchange we shared. The feat he performed seemed to
be specifically for me. A feast followed and then great sadness
that I had to leave. I was crying and sobbing that I did not want
to leave. Feeling very alone, I began crossing back over. It was
fairly dark on the road back, when the Teacher appeared from nowhere
and embraced me. He was short and round with very loving eyes. I
was crying in his arms and continued to plead with him. He held me
tight as I sobbed. I felt great love from and for him. Sometimes he
felt like the Teacher and sometimes he felt like my Father. He
tried to console me, and said that it was only last night that he
heard about my past and that he understood my reluctance. I didn't
quite know if this meant that he had heard about my flirtations with
death, or that he knew about my work with others in the fields of
spirituality and dreams. Just that he understood why it was so
difficult for me to return.
Each time I awakened, I assessed what had happened and willed myself
to return, not something that I am normally very adept at doing.
However it was with great ease, three or four times that I returned
to the dream, each time with great emotion. I knew that I was being
(re)initiated into some type of temple, the teachings of which I
knew from the depths of my being. That I was home. At times I felt
as if I was preparing to die in my physical world. There was some
sadness associated with that idea, however the greater sadness was
that I could not stay with this man in that place. I still have
great longing in my heart to return there. I am fairly incapable
and unwilling to resume any normal activities today, and prefer to
merely chop wood. - Denise
I was in a fairly large group of people and I asked anyone who had
experience doing energy work or reiki to hold up their hand. There
were quite alot of people who raised hands. Then I asked who would
like to learn. Again more hands went up. I went around the group
and got information about the people interested in learning energy
work. One young woman in particular who was Japanese said she didn't
know anything about it but she was interested. I did some energy
work on her to show her what I was talking about. She had a tatoo of
Japanese caligraphy over her sacrem. When I did the energy work on
her back she had the experience of her Kundalini Energy rising. She
had been doing a chanting practice for along time trying to move her
kundalini energy and she was so happy and grateful that I had helped
her to move her energy so that she could experience what it was
like. eod
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> In this dream it felt like I was organizing people to do energy
work, and be energy workers. To discuss it openly in any kind of
group and see just how many people are aware of and practicing this
sort of thing. In my dream it was represented as being pretty widely
practiced and a strong interest level for people to learn how to
practice. Organizing healers to do energy work sounds like a strong
peace intitiative. - Valley
DaFuMu...a mystery it seems to be,
But the pieces I gather from this puzzle before me
A dream of waking- perhaps of sleep
In a church walks she, admires the window panes
A drop of water and another drop
Echoes music in the vein
Dances she
People walk in-she hides
In the confession booth
Strangers all of those, as me-
Checking the place,
To meet at a later time-a later date
When and how-all will know
To convene,
Witnessing
...
A dream; this full moon that’s been
I bring the stereo back into the house
With it appears an uninvited guest
A rainbow serpentine
Not too long and completely unreal
Its center made of three hoops in a line
It disappears and I fear
It might scare the guests
A man appears and says it’s harmless
It’s actually good luck, tells he
I look to the ceiling
Interior wood and spider webs
hardly seen
...perhaps a few
I wonder if there it’s hiding....
L;-
Dreamt: I was in this two story house of a Swedish/Scandinavian
family of 12. There were 5 girls and 5 boys and a mother and a
father. I was in the attic with my brother Victor showing him a
photo album and aware that the album was incorrect and not reflecting
my life.
I went downstairs and the mother/daughters were baking together and
one of the daughters offered me plastic bread. The father was
wearing a strange outfit of pleats that looked like a woman's dress
from outer space. He was a college professor and their home was on
the university's ground. He had tenure there.
I left the house to walk this path in the wilderness. I noticed the
new homes being built in the hills, both mansions mixed together with
condominiums, and then noticed a very large fire in the distance and
planes trying to quelch the fire. Because I could not continue this
path I returned to the home and went the opposite way to the
university. It was a white anglo saxon university, everybody blond
and blue eyed other than this threesome of black young man who were
dancing together.
I realized I was due at "Healing Odyssey" (a cancer survivor support
group where I did a workshop recently and I am volunteering) and took
off to go to Santa Monica in Los Angeles. I did not have the address
and kept asking people for directions but was not able to get any.
Finally I arrived at this train station I have been at before in my
dreams and I knew that this was a boundary of some kind and that I
was going the right direction. EOD - Rita
I seem to belong to a group of people fighting another group, or perhaps the ‘authority’, or ‘establishment’. Somehow we manage to strike in a significant way, and almost feel tempted to think we have dealt them a blow that will topple their power. ‘We’ feel tempted to think about what we will do in our victory.
Our enemy strikes back, and obliterates us. I still go on dreaming though. We had underestimated them, and now I think of the power we oppose as ‘the Dark One’ or ‘the Shadow’.
Somehow the battle goes on, it seems more an energy battle, than a conventional arms one, with both sides using things like energy, with a lot of images consisting mainly of fire, and smoke.
I drift towards waking, but not quite, and register that I can’t possibly send this as my DaFuMu dream, only to realise that I can, because its message lies with fighting the real enemy. I think this goes on for a bit longer, before I drift into other dreams, and eventually wake up. EOD - Olivia
It seemed that, at least in my dreams last night, there were two large groups of people who were dreaming a DaFuMu dream for Peace. All night long I was part of a group watching to see which of the two DaFuMu groups was going to dream with the greater strength. There were runners coming to me to report which group was creating what. EOD - Jean
Power of Prayer dream
I am with 8 women. It is just before dawn and we are breaking into a church.
There's a little chatter about whether we should be doing this or not; but for the most part we are doing it for fun.
We break in by the basement door and then make our way to the main sanctuary. It is sunrise now.
I ask one woman if we are going to sing in the choir.
Suddenly many members of the church start coming in wearing their Sunday best. I guess we are going to be part of a prayer group.
I wander around. I begin to see vendors selling their wares. Everything from clothing to toothpaste, to vitamins. EOD. - Ron
