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I was in a glass house, or enclosure, or a restaurant. I saw a big bear in the distance, and it ran toward me and smashed into the glass. The bear was injured by a mass of glass that had wrapped itself around its nose and mouth and formed a muzzle. I carefully peeled all the glass off from around his nose and mouth, then he gave me a big warm bear hug showing we were not enemies but friends. Shortly after waking, I turned on the radio, and a song I had never heard was playing, "Hold on tight to your dream" by ELO, and I took as wonderfully related to that hug. A few days later, there was a helicopter circling around my house, and someone asked me "Have you seen the bear? They're looking for one around here." I've heard reports of coyotes in the area but never a bear. Before he was tranquilized and moved to western MA, he hung out in a tree for a few hours.

I was noticing that by pointing my right hand at objects in the kitchen, I could make them float. It then occurred to me that I could also float, so I sat Indian style and floated into the living room where my sisters marveled that I was floating, with a shadow underneath me showing there was nothing holding me up. It felt really good to levitate, and I said I had been feeling down because I felt far from Jesus, so God had given me some supernatural candy.

I was looking for some place, I'm not sure where, on foot as I had parked my car off at some unknown distance. The place was very desolate with old concrete buildings, and I couldn't find what I was looking for. I came to a hill that became a cliff as I approached it, such that there was no way I could climb it. But as I walked along it, I was able to reach an area where I was able to go up the slope. But I felt lost in that desolate place and asked my friend Amy over the phone if she could use her phone GPS to find me. Night was falling, and I told her at some point, I think in a later dream, that in my dreams nightfall represents my awareness of the approach of death, not necessarily right away, maybe years from now, but approaching. I said something like, "the place is awful" but then I came up to some kind of ledge where I could see the beautiful jewel-like lights of a city, and corrected myself, saying "Never mind. It's awesome!" Shortly thereafter, I found her, and we followed white paint on the sidewalk to the place I had been looking for, where some kind of marathon was beginning, at a place with glass doors called "Cycle World."

While walking on a forest path, I came to a cliff that was part of the path. I could see that the path continued below but felt that it was much too steep to be a part of the path. Even so, I began scaling the cliff, and I held onto a rounded protrusion of firm brown ground to help me down, saying "God of the East, God of the West, I feel like I'm holding the Earth's breast."

It was night, and I had parked my car beside a bridge. As I walked across the bridge, I thought I should go back and park the car closer to the city, because it was too far to walk. So I returned to the car and saw it as a silhouette against a sky I felt looked gorgeous. With that feeling, I flew above the car, into that sky, exhilarated by the flight and the sight of scattered lights below.

Dream Note: In this dream, as in others, the car appears to symbolize the physical body, and I took my wanting to park it closer to the city as a desire for more community. Maria pointed out that the city can also be a stressful environment, and thinking I should to park it closer to the city could represent the pressure of things I think I should be doing, while the flight could express a coming back to my own soul.

Before the dream, I was having insomnia, so I imagined myself sitting on Maria's living room couch waiting to go hopefully lucid dream with her, but instead of the coffee table there, I pictured an apple tree growing to the starlit sky without a ceiling in the room.This stemmed from a Carol I heard years ago (see link below with the lyrics at the bottom).

When I finally was able to fall asleep, I was in an auditorium in an acting class, and people were doing short improvisation performances. I was also supposed to do one, but I wanted to tell the teacher that I would not be able to as I had not slept enough. Then, without trying to move, I started sliding across the floor as if skating. I thought that this was odd, and I said to myself 'I better check if I am dreaming.' So I grabbed onto a desk to stop myself and I think look at my hands, but what ended up happening was that I felt my awareness was split with one half aware of my sleeping body unable to move, and the other watching myself do a forward somersault, and as I was thinking that I was going to have an OBE, I woke up.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVlcOOB81iQ

Jesus Christ the Apple Tree
Siberry Jan


The tree of life my soul hath seen
Laden with fruit and always green
The tree of life my soul hath seen
Laden with fruit and always green
The trees of nature fruitless be
Compared with Christ the apple tree

His beauty doth all things excel
By faith, I know but ne'er can tell
His beauty doth all things excel

By faith, I know but ne'er can tell
The glory which I now can see

In Jesus Christ the apple tree

For happiness I long have sought
And pleasure dearly I have bought
For happiness I long have sought
And pleasure dearly I have bought
I missed of all but now I see
Tis found in Christ the apple tree

I'm weary with my former toil

Here I will sit and rest a while
I'm weary with my former toil
Here I will sit and rest a while

Under the shadow I will be

Of Jesus Christ the apple tree

This fruit does make my soul to thrive
It keeps my dying faith alive
This fruit does make my soul to thrive

It keeps my dying faith alive
Which makes my soul in haste to be

With Jesus Christ the apple tree.

March, 2014)

Nearing dawn, I accompanied Maria to the townhouse where she was living. I walked with her to the door and saw from outside that it looked like a luxurious interior, but I only saw the stairway leading to the upstairs. She said she would be at the house until 4 when she would be going out. As I left, walking on the steps surrounded by open green space and other houses, I thought, 'I sure am glad Maria lives here.' Had I thought of what I meant by 'here' I might have woken up in the dream.

In a related fragment of another time, I had seen that there was a small window and we squeezed our faces side by side to both be able to look out the window at the same time. I said, "We must look really cute from outside." Then, I saw us from above and outside, pressed against the window, looking up, as kids, cute as I had expected. That window represents to me the window to the world beyond the physical world that we sometimes glimpse in dreams.

On actually waking, I was bothered by the number 4 because it is a number that I have come to associate with death because the number four and 'death' sound almost the same in Chinese. Then it made sense, because it seemed the house I accompanied her back to that looked like a house of stone was a metaphor for a house of bone, returning with her there after having been out with her on a now forgotten dream share. Then I thought that although it would be great to dream share, I am glad, as I said, that she is here, in this world that may too be a shared dream, no matter how 'real' it may seem.

Maria's note: The number 4 is actually a sacred and positive number in ancient Egypt. 4 is the number of containment and completion. Maybe in the dream I was telling you that I would be here in my "home of bone" until my life had reached its completion.

March 2014

Realizing I had lost my backpack, I phoned the train station where I had been to ask if it had been found. I had been losing then finding many things. I spoke to an Indian woman at the station who said that she had the pack. She tried to give me directions for reaching the lost and found building, but they were complicated, and I got sidetracked in having a nice talk with her, as she was very friendly.

When I reached the train at the summit of Arlington heights (where no trains run in waking life), I boarded what I thought was an outbound train that would take me to the next stop, where I needed to go to retrieve the pack. I told the woman, "I still don't know how to get there, but I'll call you when I reach the station." But then I learned from someone in the train that this was an inbound train so I quickly jumped off. On doing so, I realized that my dog, Cookie, was still in the train. He was comfortably seated, cutely staring straight ahead like one of the passengers. I rushed to try to stop the train, enlisting the help of some bystanders who linked together to try to pull the moving train to a stop. To no avail. I saw some police on the platform standing around reading newspapers and yelled to them, "You're supposed to be policing!" The dream ended with me knowing that the lost and found and lost would continue.

Dream Note: The pack, needing to be found at an outbound station seemed to represent worldly plans, an outer focus on activities and others; the dog representing not just the physical aspects of the self but an inward moving preoccupation with them, on an inbound train.

dream archive 2/2/2012

An elevator I was in with others seemed to be, based on the view out the window, somewhere in the stratosphere. Suddenly, it apparently begun plummeting at an alarming speed toward what would be a lethal crash landing. Yet I remained calm and told a woman beside me, "Don't worry..." Pointing at the 'window' I added, "That's not a window; it's a movie." The plummeting was only apparently happening because of the upwardly moving swiftly passing 'scene'. As I said this, the view out the 'window' changed to a landscape passing below serenely, as though from a plane, horizontally.

dream archive 12/19/2011

In this dream, I told mom, "Don't worry, the important files are not stored on the hard drive, they are on the server." I was not speaking of the computer troubles she had in waking life but making a metaphysical statement: about the demise of the body, the brain, being like the demise of the hard drive, but our memories, our love, our souls, are storied in the "Server"…

dream archive 1/11

I was in a monotonous place, maybe a zoo, and I saw Emily, and it felt great because she brought playfulness into an otherwise dreary dream. I started to play tag with her, trying to get a picture. When I got close enough for a shot, she turned around, and I saw that she had turned into Azita, smiling, not an ordinary smile, a smile like the sun, with rays made not of light but rather of delight. We had been friends for almost 25 years now, and I was thinking, 'do the struggles of life dim delight and dry up joy?' No, the dream seemed to emphatically say with a smile as bright as solar rays.

dream archive 12/2010

Me and several others were being washed out to sea. Drowning was imminent. I yelled to have us all hold hands, including an oriental woman whom I loved. Suddenly, there appeared silver bars, ladders and stairs such as are found at the edge of pools, for climbing out of the pools. I asked, "What are these doing in the ocean? This is not a pool!" As we walked up and out, someone said to me, "Next to love, the ocean is a little pool."

dream archive, 1992

From a room without a roof, I saw angels sprouting from birds on phone wires. One of the angels, a woman, slid down a wire that was strung to my heart and embraced me. The world spun around our wholeness. The chamber filled with many children, all good, but one I could detect was a demon. With my right hand, I dissolved him and then flew around scattering one molecule at a time in certain shadows. But mostly I incinerated the remains in two fires I kindled with my mind. In the end, I saw my self, old, around 95, sitting at a round table. I had long white hair in a pony tail braided down to my waist. It felt good to see that. I was writing this dream.

dream archive 12/90

While Abuelo was driving me in a sports car without a roof, we were being chased by a flying orange that seemed to be a cross between a sun and a bird. Finally, as it caught up to us, he grabbed it, split it, and gave me a half as a communion of flying sun.

dream archive 2/90

Mami had gone to Egypt for the evening. I was alone in a house that felt very negative: as I went through the rooms, scenes of destruction were played out; people who had ceased to be people. I saw them doing awful drugs and with explosive devices readying to blow themselves up. I felt that the place represented this century. All I knew was that I had to get out of there. But the doors through which I had walked were all locked. That didn't stop me. I tore them all from their hinges and I finally made it to a beautiful outside with trees, birds, a sparkling river, and a zillion voices joyfully singing: "Mami!" It was twilight, the beginning of night, but I knew it was all right to spend it there, amidst her all-encircling love (the other history) that had taken the form of a healthy Earth resounding with one word.

dream archive 2/89