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Went to bed without framing up a question. Been unsure of where to go with the questioning. Dreamview was fast paced and quick changing. There were several scapes that were notable..

One was in the basement of the house I grew up in. I was with others, people I know, family and others. I was looking for something it seemed while at the same time trying to repair something. It seemed I was feeling the presence of what I was looking for somewhere on the backside of a stairwell leading up to another floor. It seemed as if hidden in the structure behind a wall, under the very steps one would walk up to the next floor on.
The view shifts up onto the roof. I am trying to put a elaborate stone/metal one piece chimney cap on the chimney. The chimney area has some sort of temporary structure built over it. I am having to work in this tight area and it is getting frustrating for some reason. As I am looking down the chimney hole, I also feel the presence of what I had been looking for down near the chimney well, down in the structure near the stairwell I was previously at.
The cap is tedious to put in place and just as I think I get it, it falls over and breaks somewhat. Anger arises and it then breaks into many pieces without me throwing it even.

View shifts and I am in a industrial yard driving a load and also walking around at times. This same area is as in another dream I had months ago I now realize, when I was moving material around in a snowstorm with the snow burying everything and making moving difficult.
View shift to driving in a vehicle with family and other stuff packed in it. Snowing, roads are ice covered. Following a empty truck & trailer under a railroad bridge up a hill. It almost does not make it up hill. We follow.
As we go up over the hill towards a big gathering of some sorts. the snow on the road gets worse, the path narrows and comes to high impassible wall right before the turn into the gathering. We back out as the truck ahead of us is also backing towards us back out to the main road again. As we are leaving I notice a very narrow path next to a tree that leads past the mountain of snow into the gathering. One would have to leave their vehicle and all their belongings to go through it.

View shifts back to industrial yard. Starts out fairly sunny out, then slowly begins to darken up to overcast, gray and hazy as the view unfolds as follows. There are problems with the machinery there. Cant find problem, but don't feel as though I really should or need to fix it either. Hard to tell..some sort of apprehension over it. Facing west the path leads out to the edge of the yard towards a green area, a grassy plain of sorts. To the south is a large dark building very tall. I feel indifferent to it and the plains to the west also. To the north is a large run down hotel of sorts . Double floored blocks of rooms in rows east to west with doors on north and south sides both.
Suddenly there is a sense of urgency as droves of people are coming , fleeing from what appears to be dead people walking. Zombies of sorts, but not like you see in the movies. Its like they are alive on the outside but dead inside. They are not trying to eat people, but catch them and turn them into more zombies and carry them off to the south.
The people fleeing these zombies are running over others with their cars and trucks while trying to save themselves. No compassion or consideration for anyone else. It seems as though some of the people are making their way to the edge of the green plains to the west, mainly those being pushed aside by the others with no concern. Those people are heading distinctly south.

View shifts and I am up in and around the motel rooms. There are others up there armed, some outside in groups like squads of military in a defense arrangement. Others hold up in rooms organizing. My view follows searching the room and clearing them of zombies. Then a zombie dressed in a helmet and combat fatigues wearing a generals star grabs me and lifts me off the ground. I am hesitant to kill it for some valid reasoning, but then I drop the thought and see myself as being free of it. At that moment I am also witnessing my person pull a large dagger or short sword and cut into the zombies neck pulling the blade on around and severing its head. Free I move into a room through an open south door.
others are in there with weapons, but the reality is really distorted some how. Some of the dc's are part people and part animated cartoon characters of sorts. I leave that room through a north facing door going by others who are entering rooms to clear them. Somewhere here the dream ends

There was also a brief flash in the middle of all the above of the view of a very large ornate building structure. One with a broad base. The building was vary tall and seems as if round in shape built largely of living wood with stone floors and steps upward in a lavish staircase with linings of gold on the rails going up. All I could see was a quick glimpse of the first and second floors, maybe the third. It was like I was seeing through the wall into the first floor but only in one place. Like my view was being channeled through a pipe or tunnel or something. The second floor and up was hazy and unclear. It was a very quick glimpse and then gone....

When I first woke up I could not seem to remember a lot of this, but as I wrote I began to recall more in vivid detail piece by piece. Also couldn't see at first any real meaning, but the first part with the house structure has a lot of meaning. There is something yet hidden within me I need to find. I need to first frame up a question as to what it is before I can hope to find it. The meaning of the chimney cap is not clear. The glimpse also has meaning in the structure seen relating to myself in a future moment.

The zombie business also has meaning as to the world around us and what is happening..

The snow covered road and path out of the vehicle reminds me of the bibles teaching of a camel going through the eye of a needle. IE as in having to leave your worldly self and concerns to pass through the gate , just as you would if you were a traveler with a camel going to enter a ancient city through a needle gate of a castle to gain entrance. One would have to dismount, and leave the camel outside to get in. This whole dream is worthy of more looking into..

Last night before bed I went through my old archived dream journal and began reading the several pages of dreams and notes therein. .. Re familiarizing myself with the key metaphors that are generally present in all my dreams. Brushing up on the language so to speak.

The dreamview is not quite so dark as the last dream, in fact though the sky seems clouded over, it is fairly light out. The perception is as if traveling over the landscape above some highways heading west, though I keep throughout the dream looking back to the north again and again.
There were numerous incidents of my phone ringing and me talking to my father who was constantly giving me things to do, distracting me from following the roadway. There were other distractions as well, but do not remember the specifics.
Then I felt a presence, a woman. At first when I saw her, I took her to be someone locally, but I "felt" her presence and knew she represented my inner Self . Of this and in this there arose a lucidity that transcended the rest of the dream playing out around us . She went into a building. It was as if a roadside in, kind of dilapidated, but solid. Nothing like the bombed out buildings of the previous journal entry.
She had a rope tied to a horse which was laying on the floor on its side as if half dead. She was lying back on a couch. I plopped down on the couch next to here feeling as though I missed her and wanted to hug her. I said to her ( in direct transmission of thought as most communication happens in my dreams) that I have neglected her, and needed to pay more attention to her. There was a very warm feeling of love in her and she said to me that Yes, you need to pay more attention to me.

This dream was true and to the point as I had taken it . I have neglected myself the last 2 years to a large degree. Stagnated on the path, but not having left it. The half dead horse she was dragging around likely represents me. Seems I need to get up and pull my own spiritual weight again and start progressing on the path again. The love spoken of is beyond the love of desire, it is as I describe love here:

http://www.dreamviews.com/ask-tell-m...ut-love-2.html

From about 2 days ago..

The dreamscape is a dark, grim set of scenery. Mainly a town and the countryside surrounding it devastated by what appears to be a civil war. Buildings half there, reduced to rubble, others barely habitable. People staying inside mostly, but some bands of armed citizens outside engaged in conversation and normal activities of living.
A variety of ethnic backgrounds present, some of which I would have apprehension, if not fear about normally given the circumstances of their dress and being armed, however I note a peaceful feeling of calm in their presence here.
The dreamview is constantly shifting around the area, following some persons, then others. There is much detail that I do not remember now. The view then shifts to armored military vehicles getting ready to deploy. I feel some need to get their attention, but shift away to follow something else in the dreamview. I am as if flying over the field of vision taking in all the scenery in this dark landscape. No body , just the perception. There is a thought that arises, but I lose it quickly. Then the entire dream begins to fade to a black emptiness that does not have an empty feel to it.
At the point where the fading begins I hear music playing. It is however much more than just hearing. I literally see the music and feel it. The music is above the viewpoint kind of and to the right in the form of whisps of light. This is what was playing:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_QZjJU-mtFU

It was just the refrain that was playing, but it was an experience to be well noted, as it was so vivid and clear

Light up the world

Shine with Me

Love is the answer


Over and over it played.
I actually became awake while it was still playing and the dream was still happening. Opening my eyes into the bedroom the music began to fade slowly till it was gone.

What I do not remember... was the question. However the question my be in another form. Buildings in my dreams represent myself, my current state of being, and perhaps current progress in understanding my true condition. The war torn buildings in this dream may represent crumbling of my progress from neglect and distraction. There were no women in this dream, and this is key. Key, because a woman in my dream usually represents some facet of my inner higher consciousness, God so to speak .
I also note one more item of significance.. that being that in the musical refrain playing there was one word that was different from the actual song. In the dream, it says "Shine with me". In the music by Englan Dan, it is "Shine on me". The feeling was clear in the dream.. that the singing was from the perspectinve of the higher inner consciousness. This word change is very significant

Been largely away from DV for almost 2 years. Been in tow of the body/person/persona and all its myriad of circumstances. Asleep at the wheel so to speak...

Let writing my dreams down go by the wayside, as well as the teachings from them that were left unnoticed.

Finally waking up again..

Quieting down..

Relaxing the grip..

On what would appear to be an airline, but it is so distorted that realization of the dream occcurs. All that is occurring is teaching. There are many seats on the super wide plane. The outside cannot be seen, but the presence is known. Men and women are seated in this plane, but there are seemingly no children.
Chicago seems to be the present destination, but it also seems unimportant as to where we are going. There seems to be a disembodied conversation going on. It is talking about how it is unimportant to reach for things based on the worldly view of the individual person. Where you are going, what you want, what you need, all seem to be talked of as unimportant. These things all happen, just happen as part of the movement that is constantly occurring.
What one must do is flow with the movement as it goes, not becoming too attached to the components in the movement. Learn to live day by day, moment by moment, without being "personally" caught up in where, how and why. The person is a distraction, and all the wants and desires, attractions and aversions of the person.
The dreamscape shifts and We are on the ground lost in a wilderness of sorts. Scenery changes so fast. Multitudes of settings. We come to a river running to the ocean. The feeling is as if this is the way out, the way to where we need to go. Seems as if the way is already mapped out. As if we have been here before with others who have made this journey. To the edge of the water we go. Looking for something lost in the edge of the water. A raft of sorts, something to travel the river on or in. Hesitant we go to the edge and putting our concerns aside we jump down to the waters edge. There are pieces of driftwood found. As we look, they start out small and get larger and larger. Then the driftwood turns to bones, large porous bones that float. bones and driftwood buried partially in the sand along the waters edge. Seems as I am pulling them from the sand and throwing them up on the bank for someone to tie together into a raft.

All the while I know this is dream, and I am intently looking at its components for clues and to learn something of myself within. Here the dream ends...

Upper floor apartment of a two story apartment building. I am trying to repair a wire feed welder, specifically trying to re thread the wire into the tube. However the tube is coming apart as I try to thread it in. There are litle spacers and parts that the wire must also thread through withing the tube, but instead the wire is just laying in the tube next to all these that seem to be space erquadistant from one another. The tube is coming through the floor from the room on the first floor directly below. Trying to pull it free it has cut a groove in the floor. Someone appears who seems to have been trying to free it from below, but to no avail. Unable to correctly do anything with it I look away and the view shifts to the room in general.
Sparsly furnished room. Plain walls, average paint, no real color. Not real clean, it is cluttered with bits of junk and garbage on the floor. Outside the door it is night out. Pitch black. There is a deck outside with a stair case going down. Someone is outside, but I cant tell who or for what reason. Almost as if a narrotor of a story standing there smiling.
There is a tracytor of all things backing across the declk pushing more debris inside the open doorway with its tire as it comes up to the doorway. I loosely sweep the chaff back out and watch as the tractor seems to be trung to clear snow off the steps as it backs up and down them pushing with its loader. Its tearing the steps apart in the middle as it goes. I shut the door and view shifts back inside.
Moving in the apartment to another room I have a little girl holding my hand as I go. The child is in my care it seems and is fascinated with all the junk laying about. The room we go to seems to have a drain in the floor, which is plugging up with the trash and junk . Water is filling the room. As I try to clear the junk out of the drain the water rises, and at the same time the child is trying to play with the debris. I cannot seem to keep the drain clear while at the same time I try to keep the child out of the debris. While this is going on it is eveident I am feeling what the child feels as well as what I feel. the child is in pure fascination with the stuff, without judgement good or bad. Just pure fascination. I am at the same moment feeling frustration to some extent, and yet also just watching whats all taking place. I reach for what looks like a piece of old spoiled fish stuck in the drain, partly to unplug the drain and partly to keep it away from the child. I notice that that the efforts here are only succeeding in keeping the water at a few inches in the room. No less no more.

As I begin to awake I am lucind understamg this a dream and associating the debris with the variety of worldly concerns of the mind and the child as an aspect of myself, as well as myself as a Dc in this dream