DaFuMu
for Peace -
Dreams for May 2005
Dreams from the 15th night of each month
Singing War Songs
Kathy
At the end of a hall a choir is singing two war
songs. They were old songs from the Second World War and the people were
probably those who had experienced this war. They enjoyed singing together
again (the songs bringing back memories of comradeship and togetherness).
I join in but suddenly realize that I was singing into a microphone and my voice
would be heard over the choir's singing (they are now behind glass). I stop.
Still I feel: I don't like all this - it is not good to be glorifying war like
this.
EOD
NOTE: the reason I say this dream is at the cusp of thought and dream is because
my last thought in the dream is exactly what I thought watching all the
re-living of the end of World War 11 that we have been seeing in the last few
days.
Here is my little image from last night.
May
We are in an ordinary room, about 20 people, sitting in a circle, like in a
workshop. Queen Elizabeth, more vaguely, Prince Philip, and a few other
royalties are there. They openly talk about their feelings in certain
situations. I am surprised that they are so aware and open. I start to follow
their thoughts, thinking how I feel in similar situations EOD
If only these were true!!! May
Creating Our Own Prisons dream
Ron/SunWolf
I am in prison. It is run by the sheriff on the TV show Smallville, and she is
a honery woman. I am trying to find a way out of this jail. It is weird, not
like a regular prison. I feel it is downtown, and it looks like a library or
Newspaper office.
I find a way to escape, going down the stairs, but this sheriff stops me and
says “Mr. Adams, you are going nowhere but back to your cell!”
I am desperate to get out. I don’t even know why I am in jail, why my freedom
is being curtailed.
I try running up the stairs and she chases me, but I run into another sheriff,
the guy who played “Deep Throat” on the X-Files. When she sees he is willing
to talk to me, she backs off and disappears.
Deep Throat tells me “For centuries men have created their own jail cells. A
man can be in prison and be freer than a man walking free out on the streets.
You have to discover why you imprison yourself. Only you can free yourself.”
And with that he let’s me slip on by and walk out the door.
I am back at home, and I get Eric to start packing. I go to my grandmother
Dorothy and ask her if we can live in her house in St. Louis. She says yes.
Eric and I are packing the car. Leaving for St. Louis seems like a real joy
and celebration. I am putting things in the trunk, when the sheriff shows up
and she tries to stop me. EOD.
Comments: Weird dream. The way I think it relates to the World Peace Bridge
incubation is that there are probably many people in the world in prison just
because of their faith, personal beliefs and political stance. It is horrible
to be in prison, against one’s will, when one hasn’t done anything. For
me personally, I guess I am getting close to something. I don’t know what
imprisons me, my doubts, my job, health, etc.
I am still looking for clues. I guess it was a
good sign Deep Throat gave me some good insights, as a Dream Guide and let me
go free. My grandmother Dorothy died a couple of years ago. She comes to me
from time to time. She knew of my psychic abilities in waking life. She was a
guidance of sorts that way, where my parents and grandparents really didn’t
help in that area.
What’s really weird is in Waking Life all my issues are with Men, my boss and
coworker. I don’t believe that I have any ill feelings or issues with any
women that I know at this time, in fact my friends are mostly women. I am not
sure what my dreams are trying to tell me in this regards. I do work with one
female co-worker; the girlfriend of one of the guys I work with and all I can
think of is I wonder why she puts up with his misogynistic attitudes towards
women. (maybe she doesn’t realize it, she is young)
He calls her his fiancee and yet he is always flirting with other women and
talking constantly about going to bed with other women, or talking his
girlfriend into a 3-way. He is always saying she is stupid, behind her back.
Obviously more than I need to know about our work relationship, but that
situation is very toxic. I feel trapped working there, I feel trapped being
bombarded by the talk of these two men at work.
Facing the inner demon dream
Ron/SunWolf
I am at a commune. I am giving a lecture about dreams. I am also writing
down this dream, at the same time. This tall woman comes over to me, all mean
and nasty, and I stare her down, giving her that ‘go to hell’ look. I show
her that she is not going to bully me, and she backs down.
A couple of other women start to talk to her about her inner demons, and
facing them. I join in and we help her work some things out.
I look on a map and I see that this commune is between 3rd Ave and 4th Ave.
3rd avenue runs one way and 4th avenue runs the opposite way.
One of the women who helped us guide this tall woman into healing then shows
me the apartment that Eric and I will be moving into. It is bigger than our
present one. I am excited that I will get to live in a bigger place and also
do my healing work. EOD
Comments: Words fail to describe all the action and nuances of this dream.
There was a lot more subtle movement and expression that words can capture.
The tall woman might symbolize my own inner demons, my emotional outbursts at
times. Being that she came symbolized as a woman, and not a man, might have
made it easier to swallow. And the other women symbolized the nurturing and
healing process. I am almost sure this is the Star Foundation group. I woke
up with that feeling. 3 symbolizes the Electric tone in Dreamspell, and part
of the dream was energetic, in service to this woman’s healing. 4 symbolizes
self-existing tone. I think the way things were settled, plus the symbol of
the new apartment rings true here. 3 + 4 = 7. 7 is the resonant tone, and I
would say that I could resonate with the healing aspects of this dream.
I can say I’ve met a couple of people on Sea Life that could represent
fighting these inner demons. Now I am using forgiveness and mirroring
techniques to help heal my own issues around emotional outbursts. I think the
fact that a group of people sat down and talked it out, instead of ignoring it
or sweeping it under a rug helped the healing immensely.
From Jean
I've been having a run of dreams lately that seem to have no retrievable
images or words, and it's been very frustrating to me. I think I've heard
other people talk about this kind of thing, so maybe some of you have some
helpful advice. But it seems a mystery to me.
This is not like not dreaming. I wake up; I know I have been dreaming; but
nothing seems to fit together in logical patters, no major images, no words.
Just feelings.
So I probably wouldn't have sent my DaFuMu "dream" if it hadn't been for Ron
sending his. The only thing I remember about my experience from last night
was that I seemed to be in either a prison or an occupied country. Wherever
it was, it was BIG. There were a lot of people around, and the feeling was of
being oppressed and frightened. However there were beings, like maybe angels?
who kept floating by, offering encouragement and hope.
Mirror happenings: One things happens at one
place which causes it to happen in another
Kat
May I love your dream! I wonder if Ron’s dream
and Jean’s dream triggered this following dream, with the box around the
little girl’s shoulders and arms (our own prisons, being boxed in)…
My dream is hard to explain: I titled it “Mirror happenings: One things
happens at one place which causes it to happen in another”: In one location
someone causes great amounts of snow and then the scene switches to another
place where I see a small girl is being covered up and then completely buried
with accumulating snow cuz it snows so much. Then it switches back to the
person in the first location and they make the snow go away where they are.
The dream switches back to me watching the snow blow away from the little
girl, unburying her. I am surprised that when the snow blows away, the little
girl’s landscape is white and barren. I notice that she has a box around her
shoulders and arms; she walks away.
From Ilkin
I am married to a man. We are both famous
important people. We both have several children. They sometimes fight on
everything and sometimes going well. We are coming to a summer house up a rock
by seaside for a vocation. We didn’t come to the house for a long time
and it is dirty. There is a maid to help but she can’t help everything.
The children re supposed to make their own beds. The beds have empty
spaces to put things under them like boxes. One of the girls cries out
when she finds the box under her bed full of water and a bug. The bug jumps
and hides under a plant when she open it. I say there is no need to afraid, it
may be a love bug too. We find every bed in the same condition. When one of
the boys makes so much problem one of the girls jumps on him to make love.
He immediately gets calm and goes on with
making love. There is another floor down in the rock but he maid says it is in
a worse condition. We go down anyway and get out to the shore. We put cushions
beside some bushes to rest. But one of them throw the cushions in the water
behind the bushes. The water is coming from a cave and going to the sea. One
of my sons jumps to water and comes out at the sea. The water is crystal clear
and I can see the sand and some plants under it.
