DaFuMu
for Peace -
Dreams for July 2005
Dreams from the 15th night of each month
From
Kay/Olivia
Not sure this counts as a dream of good fortune, but anyway... Perhaps one
of insight?
"I stand with a group, two groups, of people. On the one hand a group of
refugees, black people, farmers mostly, and I belong to this group, on the
other a smaller group of armed men. The spokesman for the group of armed men
tells the my group that they will take us no further, we have to make it on
our own from here. We have paid money for their escort, and safe passage. They
hand over some supplies, and some weapons, firearms, something like AK4
(AK74?). Very complicated pieces, that one needs to assemble, and load with
ammunition. With these we can defend ourselves, they tell us, and somebody
makes a reference to a 'rebel' group - which for some reason speaks Swedish,
or has Swedish speaking members.
"I don't think anybody in my group knows how to use one. I say so, and then
call to my own group: 'Does anyone of you know how to use one of these?'
Nobody says anything, but after a while a slightly older man, lean, says he
knows how to use one. He doesn't seem keen, and he also doesn't seem to really
belong with the group, at least not in the sense of coming from the same
village. He seems a man with a past he would rather not talk about. But he
doesn't seem hostile, I sense no threat, of betrayal, for example.
"I tell him he will have to teach us, and he seems reluctant.
"Next I think I follow him along something that I could almost describe as an
obstacle course, and I keep up, it seems I, a woman, has to prove myself
worthy before he will teach."
On waking I had some thoughts, it seemed that in the dream that I knew
something of a background to this, but I don't know if this comes from
something I have read (can't recall anything specific) or from previous,
unremembered dreams. Or perhaps from somebody else's memory?
I wondered about handing out the firearms, to people who didn't know how to
use them. I almost could suspect that first one group of armed men take
advantage of these people, taking their money and then taking them only so
far, and then the next group of men might well kill them, for the weapons they
carry - as if they became involuntary delivery boys.
I have no idea about the reference to Swedish speakers, unless it has
something to do with Sweden, rather naively, I have begun to think, has
accepted refugees from just about anywhere. I think some nations think of
Sweden as harbouring all sorts of strange elements, and I suspect some truth
in that.
I don't actually know the sex of my dream self, I (nearly) always assume I
have my own identity, although having had some dreams where I clearly didn't
has made me aware enough to at least raise the question. But somewhere in the
dream, as I argued about the safety and the need to learn to use the firearms,
the spokesman for the 'escort' group asked me if I had had too much to drink!
Implying that I acted that way because I couldn't hold my liquor, and I felt
very indignant about it. I didn't include it in the dream account, because it
almost seemed like a parallel dream, not really related.
Kay
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more....
Jean's Dream
Dear
Dreamers,
Well, I too had a DaFuMu, and it's taken me this long to send it, because
along with the DaFuMu dream, I got a complete lecture from my Self (which I'll
send along for what it's worth.) I'm sending this post to Marcia, since she
was the subject of the morning dream, and to Curt because he'll be amused by
the second of my nap dreams.
Love to all,
Jean
DaFuMu dream July 14/15
I am watching Marcia Emery as she stands in front of a window, looking out.
She is thinking about the DaFuMu, and finally says to herself, "What the
heck. Why not try it."
There are any number of reasons I might have dreamed Marcia. Once comes from
my comment the other day about how the auction was a demonstration of dreams
in action. The other is from the fact that Liz mentioned to me last night
that she's working on Marcia's web site. Nonetheless, here is the commentary
I got after this brief little snippet of a dream.
Each time you hear (Edgar) Cayce saying, "There are no accidents," you
cringe. Because what he says means that each event which records itself as
famine or plague or sickness in human history has been caused. There is no
synchronicity, no acausal principle.
And this is a bleak view of the world.
The reason that recently, Kathy's dream, Kathy's image of someone throwing the
yellow ball at the television screen and each time the ball bouncing
back--until suddenly the ball bounces back without being thrown--that is your
answer. And the answer also to the question of PR and Spin. The answer is
novelty. And the answer "novelty" is what the Peace Bridge provides.
There are some actions (You have called them synergy.), which grow out of
another action, but could never really be intended in the sense that your
group intends World Peace.
These grow out of the intent at a nonverbal, nonconscious level, at a level
that can never even really be grasped by human consciousness. And that is the
synergy. When a group comes together for the purpose of peace, with the
intention of peace, and does so with the intent to dream the world into
peace, something novel and illogical and inexplicable happens. The
participants meet one another at a deep psychological level. And something
novel is born--a new yellow ball appears that was not part of the original
intention.
It does not need to seem a deep metaphysical principle that those of you who
actively participate in the Peace Bridge find a depth of feeling for one
another. But you need to know that, when it comes to PR and Spin, this group
functions very well indeed. This group, because of its diversity, because of
its ability to share both news and opinion, family story and dream, this group
is creating something unique--the yellow ball that was apparently not thrown,
but yet returns.
This is the method for uncreating Spin, for unwinding Spin, when what you mean
by Spin is the cold-blooded, cold-hearted manipulation of facts, so they
appear not to be lies but to be the "truth." When there is love, when it
comes from the heart, when it grows from the dream, this stops the Spin.
There is nothing wrong with "Public Relations." There is something untenable
about cold heartedness that is countered by the "novelty" of the Bridge.
There is something quite different happening on the Bridge that what you
expected. Let us talk for a moment about novelty.
It occurred to you that those who write "channeled" material have fallen
silent on the Bridge, and this is something of a surprise to you.
Did you notice a point in the history of the Peace Bridge where there began to
be a question of validity? Of whether your material was really you or You?
Questions such as these are a bit facetious, but they are very effective.
They are the questions raised to impart self doubt, to enhance self criticism.
You have begun to have the feeling that you may expose yourself once again by
sending this information we are writing today to the Bridge. You are afraid
of being judged.
What does it mean when people say, "Oh I'm intutitive, but I'm not that
intuitive?"
What they are saying is that they do not want to risk becoming an authority.
You have watched many people deal with psychics. Psychics, it could be said,
are the greatest representation of "Spin." They are the people who purvey
novelty. They are people who appear to speak for alternative dimensions by
the very fact that they exist.
You have seen many people respond to psychics. You have seen the terrible
conflict set off by the messages of very excellent psychics. People literally
don't know which way to turn. Is the "future" knowable? Is the "future"
malleable? These are the questions raised by intuition.
If you are "wrong", as a psychic, goes the common belief, it proves that this
perspective on time and novelty must be wrong.
One of the goals of the Peace Bridge is to inspire novelty.
And a bonus...two nap dreams:
1. I am seeing a long-haired black cat with a tuxedo vest and white paws run
along the street in front of my house. It appears to have a small plastic
fruit basket, the kind from grocery stores, attached to its rear, left foot,
and it is very afraid. When I try to approach it, it runs toward the street.
A man on a bicycle also tries to catch the cat, who runs toward a wooded bike
path across the street. The man catches the cat, and brings it back to me. I
hold the trembling kitty, a young cat, thin under its pile of fur, while the
guy unties the plastic line that has attached the basket to the cat's leg, and
then let the cat down.
2. I am talking with a woman about some bears that I am going to make for sale
at an event, asking her what she would like for the bears to look like. She
is very excited about the bears. As we talk, she explains that she doesn't
care what is done, she just likes the idea. So I say, "Since this is my first
time, I'm going to buy the bears and sew the blankets and bows." (Shades of
Tobi Hoffman. Curt, is Gladly still available?)
Love to all you DaFuMu dreamers.
more...
Gina's Dream
I wasn't sure I'd get a dream for the Dafamu.
I've recently been diagnosed with sleep apnea, a condition that causes a
person to stop breathing during sleep, leading to oxygen deprivation and,
eventually, heart damage. The treatment is to sleep with a mask covering the
nose and a mechanical device forcing air into the nasal passages all night. I
began using the device on the night of the 14th, and kept it on for almost 4
sleepless hours before I finally gave up for that night, took the mask off,
fell asleep, and had this dream in the early morning hours of the 15th:
I was creating comic book-like illustrations of
celebrities doing things. I think these were illustrations for the
celebrities' books or narratives about how to do things. I had finished two
sets of illustrations, but I can't remember who the celebrities were (I knew
in the dream). Both were women, and one had short dark hair. I happened to run
into Madonna in a public place, maybe a store, and began telling her about the
illustrations because she was writing a book about golf that I wanted to
illustrate. I explained that it was like story-boarding, but with more panels,
and that I would only need to draw her from a few angles. I followed her into
an enclosed area, maybe a dressing room, with wooden walls that were 5 or 6
feet high. She had a colorful bird that looked like a small parrot with her,
and it was flying around but didn't seem to be able to get over the walls. EOD
- Gina
Kathy's Dream
Here is my DaFuMu. It relates to thoughts I'd
been having about DNA (I'd seen a beautiful illustration of DNA as a whole
strand, then being untwined, then being replicated, then forming again) and
instinct (it MUST be stored in DNA) and hence also memory (therefore why
wouldn't personal memory also be stored there) and hence also dreams ( dreams
are largely patterns of memories - both personal and collective - perhaps in
dreams we are dreaming our DNA - same as when we are awake??) and hence also
Ilkin (whom I seem to remember had a DNA dream - only I can't remember it
now!!)!!!
DNA Patterns
I have chosen an second hand woollen crocheted blanket - I'm buying it so
that I can unravel all the wool and use it knit into a different pattern - an
argument pattern - which in my mind's eye is a four rowed pattern of tiny
rectangles of differing sizes (I'll see if I can make a drawing to add here).
I know once that pattern is created, it too will be unwound and a new (?) or
the original (?) pattern re-knitted.
I look at the blanket - it is better condition
than I had thought - deep blue with a central motif in cream-yellow, and lined
with cream satin. I wonder if it is good to unravel such a pattern to knit the
second pattern.
I also wonder why choose a rug of basically one colour (deep blue) - surely
the new pattern would look better in many colours.
Still this is what I do, so I'm doing it!!!! EOD
In that it relates to SPIN - I think it is about NO BLAME - what we do is just
the pattern of our life - woven from what we are given (I guess in our genes,
in our collective memories and in our personal memories).
So perhaps it means: address SPIN through "NO
BLAME" - then that allows something new to appear (picking up on Olivia's
definition of spin, and Jean's idea of novelty and Gina's idea that the bird
could fly if it looked differently).
more...
Ilkin's Dream
DAFUMU
- We are in a maze (labirynt?), some part with rock walls andr some parts
with huge trees. We are trying several ways, some connect at the same places
and some ended at dead ends. An old man who I think my father (but don't look
like my father in life or I see in my dreams) comes to our way and lead us to
a museum like open place. He shows us rock tablets with writings and figures
on them. I am taking some in my hand and try to understand what it writes. In
my mind, he says; we have to look and understand them very well to find our
way out.
- I am looking to a class from the little window on the door in a very big
school. There is a very bad teacher giving lesson in the class. She has
several types of sticks to use on the students. I don't want to enter the
class. Another female teacher come and ask me what I am doing etc. I am
telling her that I don't want to enter this class because this teacher is so
mean, bad and violent, I afraid I can became bad as other students who she use
violance. We begin to walk at the corridor. While she is trying to tell me
there are good teachers too, some beeings appear beside us. They look like
human but I know they are not, they come to punish the bad. The teacher near
me don't believe they are beeings. Some of them begin to go all sides of the
school, some of them walk out with us. When I turn back and look at the ones
on the stares they seem like vampires but not feel like that. The ones walking
with us tells the teacher to watch and see. Suddenly they jump in to the eart
and earth became red, boiling lava. They are swimming in the boiling lava,
shapes as human head and arms but as they are made of lava too. The teacher is
watching in awe but I feel (know) they will climb out from the boiling lava
and when they shake the lava of themselves they will became shining.
Kat's DaFuMu Dreams
Dream: I am with Jean and others – they are all waiting for me in the
RV. We are going to take off soon. I go outside and I look at a pile of marble
pieces that Ilkin has sent. I want to sort out the marble and find the Eyes of
God to take with us. This person tells me that there is this Turkish man who
can help me find the Eyes of God so the person goes to get him. The Turkish
man comes outside to help me. There are at least a couple of times that I
think I find the Eyes of God in the marble, but I am mistaken. I realize that
I’m not even sure what it looks like. Soon I find an Eye of God on the edge of
a large piece of marble that is on the bottom of the pile – then I find
another one. The Turkish man confirms that these are indeed the Eyes of God.
He takes one to where there is sunshine so he can put it in there so the Eye
will absorb the sun (I just can’t remember what that would accomplish but it
is important).
Dream: We are playing this game with lots of running, tackling, and
trying to get the ball. There are Buffalo men who are a mix of human and
Buffalo who we hire to play in the game. They have human faces and arms (dark
brown skin) and the rest of their bodies are Buffalo – they are very fast
runners. There are many of them and they run in groups to help get the ball.
They also make the game more interesting. I am running with them to get the
ball in the game. It is a rush!
Kat
