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From Olivia
I am seated in some kind of auditorium, or
perhaps a theatre. I am seated somewhere near the middle but
towards the right side. The lighting is very low, and a dark
curtain hangs across the stage, showing about two metres of
stage between the curtain and the audience. There are
perhaps a few hundred people there, it seems full, so not a
very big theatre or auditorium.
We are gathered for a memorial of a nine-year-old girl, who
died of an incurable illness. She was a very wise and brave
child. The memorial is held on what should have been her
birthday, to celebrate her life, rather than her death.
On the far right of the strip of stage visible in front of
the curtain, as seen from the auditorium, is a large blue
sphere. It seems like this has been inflated, it is midnight
blue in colour and with some gold stars placed on top. It is
about the size of somebody’s fully outstretched arms. One or
two candles are burning near it.
Then a small child’s voice is heard calling: “T’zadíki!
T’zadíki!” I realise this must be a pet name for the child
who has passed over. A ripple of embarrassment goes through
the hundreds gathered, and I realise people are worried that
this is a rather tasteless opening to the ceremony. I
suddenly also realise that this is not something planned,
but that it must be the youngest sister of the dead girl who
has somehow gotten to the steps at the edge of the stage,
and is calling for her sister. I realise that this child has
not understood that her sister is gone.
I stand up – I’m wearing loose fitting trousers in a fabric
that falls gently around my body, and a matching tunic, and
realise I am not myself in this dream – and call out gently,
but loud enough to be heard throughout the hushed
auditorium, as I make my way towards the child.
“She is not here,” I say. There is a moment’s silence, and
then the child replies:
“But she will come. For her presents.” There is certainty in
her voice.
“No,” I reply. “She will not come back. Look, there are no
presents, because she can’t come back and get them.
“She is gone,” I add gently. “She knew that, your sister,
that she would go and not come back.”
The child is quiet for a moment.
“But she did not tell me.” There is disbelief and a sense of
betrayal in her voice.
“She loved you more than anything,” I reply. “She knew that
she was going to die, but she didn’t want to spoil the last
times with you by talking about it.”
I know that I am saying this as much for the people
gathered, as for the child. Brave and wise, the dead girl
was only nine years old, and could not bring herself to face
the loss of her younger sister.
“She wanted the times with you to be happy ones,” I say.
“She loved you so much. But she can’t come back. She is
gone.
“We wanted to remember her life,” I say, “that is why we are
celebrating her birthday. But she can’t come back.”
The child is quiet. It will take time to sink in, but the
hardest part is done, and she will be able to accept it.
Standing up I hold out my hand.
“Do you want to come and sit with me, and
watch the celebrations?” I ask.
Comments:
The dream speaks to me of becoming
reconciled with what cannot be changed.
From Ilkin
Crystal Wind Bells: 08/10/03
6:10 AM
"1- I am in a shop. I am looking at a porcelain
breakfast set. It is decorated with sunflowers. I am
remembering our dream experiment with Laura. I am deciding
that I have to buy the set, they should be mine. I am
telling this to the lady owner of the shop (the white haired
old lady I had seen in many dreams who told me many things
before). Over another table beside the sun flowered kitchen
set, I see many wind bells are hanging. They are made of
crystals. Some of them are colored in light yellow, blue
and green but I am especially attracted to the ones without
any colour. I am thinking they are looking like eye drops or
raindrops frozen while dropping down. While I am examining
them I realize that some other woman took the sun flowered breakfast set. I am telling the owner of the shop that I
already told her they are mine, I am buying them. She says
she is sorry and going after the woman. While I am looking
at the crystal wind bells, touching and enjoying them, she
turns back with the package of the other woman. She opens
the package taking out my sun flowered breakfast set. But
there is also a set of blue water glasses get out of the
package. The shop owner says the other lady gave back all
the items she bought. I am thinking I don't care. I want the
porcelain sunflower set and the crystal wind bells. They
have to be mine even if in my dream.
2- There comes a loud burst from the other side of the shop.
Somebody says it is a volcano eruption. I am thinking how
can it be. There are no volcanoes in this country. Everybody
gets out of the shop. They are carrying some women injured
from the eruption. I can't see any children or man injured.
I am asking a man who is carrying an injured woman which volcano is that. He don't answer me. I mentally get a reply
from the shop owner (the wise woman in my other dreams). She
says, "Don't worry nothing happened to your crystal
wind bells, didn't you think they are like eye drops or
raindrops frozen while falling down? They are really what
you think and they are yours as well as those women's."
I am thinking, than world must be filled with crystal wind
bells if we will cry so much."
I think the white haired woman whom I saw in some past
dreams is some kind of a dream guide for me and that is why
I saw her again. About volcano eruption and injured women, I
am thinking that the world is in a chaos at all in a way and
the females are the most effected ones as well as they can
have positive influence on all. They can create a wind of
peace and calmness even if it can be an easily broken one as
crystals
comments:
I think the white haired woman whom I saw in some past
dreams is some kind of a dream guide for me and that is why
I saw her again. About volcano eruption and injured women, I
am thinking that the world is in a chaos at all in a way and
the females are the most effected ones as well as they can
have positive influence on all. They can create a wind of
peace and calmness even if it can be an easily broken one as
crystals.
Dream gift boxes
07/28/03 03:16 AM
We are discussing in a round table panel. There are many
different kind of people around the table. We are discussing
about dreams. Our main point of discussion is; if the dreams
are about a certain person and an event which will have a
direct effect on him/her, if they must be shared only with
him/her or not. I am defending the thought of; "if a
dream is giving news about an event related to a certain
person, it should be put in a box and will be given to that
person as a gift". I am saying that in this way, only
that person can open the box anytime he/she wants and look
at the dream without sharing them with others. And this also
can give the people the opportunity of putting the dreams
seen by others about themselves, into a line according to
their importance for them. After some discussion we are
deciding this may be a good idea to give our dreams we have
about them to the people as a gift in a box. We are also
thinking that everybody must have a big box to put the dream
gifts they received am thinking that we are finding the best
solution for our DaFuMu dreaming. I am thinking that I am
happy to have this dream and go on sleeping ending it there until
beginning another dream.
comments:
I thought dreams as gifts to us but never thought before
that the dreams we have about others can be our gifts to
them.
From
Kathy
Aladdin’s
Cave. 07-12-02 I see a sort of Aladdin’s cave – it’s not on
the way to the shops – but it looks so delightful with its glimmering light
– so entrancing – perhaps I can go through it to the shops, or perhaps
I’ll just have to go back after looking at it. I go up the stone stairs
– oh it’s a fairy land of delight – golden lights reflecting in the water
– stones – stepping stones over a creek which circles an island in the center
of the cave. There’s a story involving two cute children in
olden day dress (the girl with a white head scarf and coarse but soft woolen
dungarees). It’s a story that goes in a circle. I see the
first scene on my right. On my left I see the last scene: the boy has
pulled the girl from the creek – and so her double appears sitting up and
alive further up the island. He leaves the body on the side of the creek
and goes up the hill to her double – so pleased to see her again.
As he is about to sit by her double, the body begins to slide into the water and
he races down to haul it up again.
On
waking, I had the definite impression there was no way out of this backwards and
forwards movement for him – and the Myth of Sisyphus immediately came to mind;
so too did The Stations of the Cross in relation to the way the story is
presented as scenes around the island.
From Nick
The
following story is an example of visualization as it was used for the Dreampeace
web site, and a demonstration of the way in which dreams build on the language
of each other. The idea could also be applied to the World Dreams Peace Bridge.
Some time in 2002, I started Dreampeace (http://www.dreamofpeace.net/), a site
dedicated to dreaming and its role in bringing peace to this world. Not
long after I bought the domain name for this site, I had this dream:
Dreampeace Treasure Chest (June 2002)
I am on Elizabeth St, near the Victoria market. As I cross the road in the
direction of the market, I notice a guy with short hair looking at me (very
familiar to me these days as a guide). I am wondering what others will think of Dreampeace.
I 'see' with my minds eye an image of a treasure chest.
Treasure Island (June 2002)
Preparation: I tried to visualize the treasure chest, with the name
Dreampeace written along the top, so that I could find the treasures within.
Two islands are created off the coast of Australia. One island is larger
than the other. The second smaller island is closer to shore. After one year,
the smaller island is becoming overgrown with trees. The roots appear to almost
grow from the water. However, there is no room for people to sit down on it. I
am watching a guy (most likely myself), standing at a higher point on the
mainland. the guy is imagining a game he can use to travel around the island. He
is thinking of a physical accelerator pedal, and seems to be looking through a
visual display for viewing of the scenery (much like those you see at the tops
of tall buildings).
Comments: This dream was fascinating. The link between a treasure chest and
treasure island, had never occurred to me at this stage. What an exciting
evolution of the concept. I would say that the island was representative of the
site as a whole.
That the trees roots seemed to have their base in the ocean itself felt
important. The ocean to me is a common symbol of the collective unconscious. I
also thought that the lack of seating, referred to the lack of a central
discussion forum for dreamers to share their stories. Perhaps the second island,
was an entirely new site, or the next big update of material.
--
Explora
http://www.dreamofpeace.net/
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