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I was sitting in bed, thinking I was awake. I looked at the plant hanging from the ceiling and thought I could make it grow – supernaturally – but through Christ, otherwise I wouldn't want to mess with such things. At that moment, a green trunk projected from it at time lapse speed and banged into the ceiling. Then the whole plant started to grow rapidly in cascades around its vase. After a while, in a split second, it dramatically went limp and died. I shouted "Ahhhhhh!!" Then, after a tantalizing second came the resurrection… it grew so fast that I could see nothing but pure green as if the universe were a single cell in one of its leaves.

dream archive 10/13/88

Father Devine and I were standing by a lake at night. It was dark, muddy, foam-ridden and opaque. Father Devine handed me a small flask and told me to sprinkle its contents over the water. It came out in little drops, and I said, "This couldn't possibly affect the lake: there's too much water in there, and this flask is so little." But in each place where I sprinkled from the flask, the murk dissolved, and soon we stood before a lake so clear we could see to the glowing, sandy bottom.

dream archive 10/6/88

Mami was in a huge auditorium giving a speech, and as she said something like, "Poetry is life, politics is irrelevant" a number of people started to leave. I went to the front and hid, because I wanted to pick her up in this strange city where she did not know anyone. But suddenly there were two of her, one talking to me and the other still giving the speech. I explained this to her: You know how dreams are, but do me a favor; when you re-incorporate yourself into her (the one making the speech) don't tell her I am here, because I want to surprise her." She laughed and the dream self I spoke to went back to the everyday life image.

dream archive 3/23/88

I was walking arm in arm with Mami toward the ocean. Looking out across the water, I wondered why there was not a large weeping willow growing over it as I had expected there would be. When we were in the ocean, I knew it was that we had died. We were in a waiting room in the depths, Mami and Maria sitting on seats of coral stone. I didn't like it there, and I took them by the hair back through the door we had come, to the shore…of life(?) But it was not the same place, the sun shone somehow more evenly. I saw a gathering near a round hole in the landscape, and I knew instinctively it led to the lower world in which we had lived and died. A man in the gathering said, "I want to go down and help them (those in the world)." And another said, "Yes, but remember that there you can be made to suffer." I knew then that they were higher beings.

dream archive 3/22/88

I was with some family and friends at a beach swimming, playing in the sand, having a good time. At a certain point, I started bouncing down the shoreline as if I had a spring attached to me, in a squatting position, smiling and blowing kisses. I remembered from geology how sand can migrate down the coast with the power of the waves and mused that I was doing the same. But I was bouncing higher and higher, and at the end of the shore was a large gray rock against which I was painlessly shattered, and now I was no longer bouncing but flying.

Yet I couldn't control my flight. I was coming to a large stone gray wall with indented stairways and doors. Although it had a lure and attraction of mystery, I senses there was something wrong about it… I belonged on the beach, in the fields and woods below, with PEOPLE. And I heard someone singing in the distant field "I can't take these evil needs."

I saw a few children running in the field below, and I realized that if I loved them I could come back down, cease drifting away to the wall of gray. My love was like the flaps and ailerons of a plane through which it can be steered and land. Yet I couldn't land: I didn't love them enough. Then I saw three black children running from a man who seemed bent on punishing them severely for some trivial wrong they had done. I managed to land quickly, and in my embrace they became invisible to all harm.

dream archive 2/17/88

Mami and I were at a subway stop. She was leaning on the railing at a distance from me, fidgeting. She seemed nervous and agitated. She said "You've spent months doing X-rays. Now let me hear you say something magical." I was confused by her request and said something like, "This is a process, not something continuous you can understand." Then a blonde woman stepped between us, and a little child looked up at her and asked, "De donned sacastes esa cara tan bella, de un libro?" ("Where did you get that beautiful face of yours from? From a book?") And she said, "Si, de un libro." ("Yes, from a book.") I ran and took Mami gently by the arm and said, "You see, this is a sign that one re-creates themselves in their work…but it's a long process…"

dream archive 10/87

I saw Mami alone in a train station. I was sad for her loneliness and wanted to help her. A dream was interspersed within the dream. I saw a woman whose man had somehow been greatly redeemed or healed from the condition the modern world had led him to be in, standing in a large field with the longest bridal veil I had ever seen. It spiraled, looped and extended like soft white clouds to cover the whole of the green planet. A subsequent dream supplied the wedding gift: a stairway full of flowering plants from all over the universe.

dream archive 11/87

In 1986, when I was 22, after graduating the year before from Florida International University with a degree in Fine Arts and moving to Boston, I passed through a difficult period of life, feeling a sense of hopelessness and deep despair. At the beginning of this period I had dream in which I saw a butterfly fluttering in my hand, and some kind of toxins spilled on it, and it died. In the midst of this time in which I felt spiritually dead, I had a dream….

Funeral Noel

In a dream, I watched my funeral,
surprised to see it seemed a festival.
The happy mourners sang, as I was witness,
around my coffin, “We wish you a merry Christmas!”

Soon after, in March, 1987, I had this transformative, life altering, unforgettable dream of God's touch…

I walked on a slightly curved path of stones and realized that I was in the front yard of my childhood home in Virginia, by the beech tree for which I had always felt a strong affinity. It was around my same age and like a brother to me.

I felt the presence of three versions of myself: in all the surroundings, the sincere, childhood freshness, newness of everything, simple rapture under the night sky; an older version of my self, as a teenager experiencing a first awakening to the mystery of life and consciousness in the universe but with no living knowledge of the world, of working and suffering; and finally my self as I was, a mess in a mental, emotional, spiritual, and physical sense. As with my beech tree in winter, all the leaves had fallen.

I (we) stood beside the tree, and suddenly I felt a Subtle Fire being placed around me as if by two invisible cupped hands that felt as though they had sprung into the moment from outside the universe. For the first time in so long, I felt healthy and whole. I jumped for joy to know that the touch of God's love can create life from abject destruction and death. I flew over the house and the trees in a beautiful springtime world full of colors, toward the forest I had explored as a child. Far below, on the side of the house, I saw a sign with writing and three faces. I felt that that these were pictures of family and that the words written were: this trip is sponsored by the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

dream archive, 1987