Thread: Dreams of Some Significance

I am in a sawmill that is sawing logs into boards. They are sawing black walnut. The boards are being stacked into piles, but the persons stacking them have mixed them up out of order as they piled them. Different lengths and thicknesses have been inadvertantly mixed together. I find myself trying to direct the people there how to layout the stacks in rows so they can be sorted out into the appropriate piles.
As this is going on the sawmill scene shifts to having the piles of lumber in rows out on a grassy countryside setting. I am walking between the piles directing the people where and how to sort the boards. No one seems to be listening to me. I cant seem to get my message across.
The view shifts and it is as if I am in a department store setting. I am looking at the toy section. There are plastic models on a shelf. It seems someone is working on building a model ship. I see the modle kit opned on the shelf. I hear talk of there being pieces missing from that kit and it cant be completed till those peieces are replaced or found.
The view shifts again. I am in a car with my oldest boy driving. We are on a dirt track inan old Dodge dart two door. It has has a large v-8 put into it and the hood has been removed. We are racing a newer high performance sports car. The track is muddy and the newer car has difficulties navigating it as it is so low to the ground compared to this car. I am teeling my kid how to try and catch up to the other car in the corners where we have the advantage. We make it around the track once and have almost caught up to the other car. The view shifts again.
We are sitting in my sons truck. I am sitting there and only have a robe on for clothes. I am supposed to go to the house for a family gathering but I dont want to go without being fully dresses. My daughter walks up to the truck and offers to go get me some clothes. I am left in the truck alone. I see the door is broken barely sitting on its hinges. Seems to be wired into place.

More nights of fragmentary parts remembered. The last two night saw lengthy dreams, but I only remember fragments.

From Thursday night all I remember is ending up on a residential street in front of a new house I was moving into. NExt door to another house. This opther house was only a foot or two from the house I was calling mine.
I looked out front in the street and yard and saw people I know , but couldnt figure out what they were there for. Turns out another person I know is moving int this adjacent house. All these people are relatives helping this other person move.


From Friday , last night, I ended up in/around a house on a hill side. Other people were seemingly there as well. There were three l;evels to the house I think. The basement was being used to butcher some animals for meat . It had a big sliding door out to the outside.
It seems I was going upsatirs with somone else to the top floor . All the while there was a awareness of what was happening in the basement. There was a woman down there butchering the animals, though I did not see it actually happening.
It also seems alot more information was being communicated through this awareness than what I now remember. I fpundmyself going back downstairs before reaching the third floor with this other person, a woman I believe. Much the same feeling of the female presence as the guide in the dream a couple of nights ago or so.
When I got to the basement there was evidence of blood on the floors and walls, but that it was being cleaned up. The woman doing the butchering was there and she was telling me something, if not asking me something, maybe both. Seems like she was waiting on me for something, something I had to decide to do. Her actions depended on what I did, or what I had to decide.
It seems there were others there too around the house. Children it seems, they were also waiting on me to do something. WHere everyone around me went from here depended on what I was going to do. I have no idea what that was. I do not think I even had that knowledge while in the dream, as to what I was to do or what was to be decided.


These fragmentary parts that arise to be written each day are keys of importance. They have meaning, meaning that is unfolding gradually. I do note that my meditation, and my falling asleep is plagued by distraction the last few days. I need to deal with these distractions.

The dream starts in a large brick auditorium type setting. There seems to be large open skylights in the roof several stories overhead. As near as I can tell there is only one floor to this place and a very high cieling. There are areas that have a lower cieling, like a canopy made of canvas.
In this dream I seem to be facing south to start with, while my attention is being drawn west. Its like an auction is going on. I find myself buying things, just boxes of misc small old antique type stuff.
There are other people all over the place milling around. Its almost as if I am just watching myself do what it is that I am doing. As if I am not in the position of actually doing it but witnessing this person who is doing it. Its like again, a dual perspective, seeing both from the point of the one doing, and the witness watching it being done.
Next I find that another person is directing me to sort out the stuff in the boxes I bought so I can get paid. I sort the stuff out into groups, but I seem to be dividing the contents of each box into smaller groups and am making a profit doing it this way.
Only one item in the boxes stands out in the dream, it is a Pabst Blue Ribbon Bottle/can opener new in its box, and it looks to be many decades old. It came with a number of other similar used openers of different brands. Someone shows a distinct interest in it. It seems I am handing it to him to sell it to him. Here the view shifts.
Now I am facing north walking east away from the auction setting on the west side of this structure. I am passing through a cafeteria area under said canvas cielings. There is a diner type counter with padded stools to sit at to the east side and boths on the west side of this cafeteria setting. It looks like a scene from the late 1950s or early 60's almost.
I move on north and then east through some archways and find a seating area with tables and chairs. Seems I am here with others, though there seems to be a faniliarity to these persons I am not sue who any of them are.
I am handed a plate of pancakes or waffles. I think it was waffles, as I heard someone talking about them. There is no syrup in here.
I move back into the cafeteria setting to find someone who can get me some. As I am walking around looking, I fidn myself as if witness to thoughts of criticism, and some verbal remarks made openly to be heard by all, towards the waitresses working there over not providing syrup or being there to get some. Its strange, as in I do not appear to be thinking these thoughts myself, but am witnessing them being thought. I, or the one I am witnessing, finds some syrup on a counter and grabs it up walikng back to the table area where the plate of waffles is.
As we leave the cafeteria setting, I find myslef witnesing also, as if hearing in my mind, the thoughts of a waitress working regarding the critical comments I bore witness to a minute ago . She is thinking that this critic shouls consider her experience before criticizing others openly. How she falsified her age to work in a brithel to help pay for her familys expenses. She continued on but her thoughts faded as I moved away.
The moment struck me as a moving experience, in that there should be no criticism of other people, as one does not know anothers situation in any real sense. I felt a strange sense of compassion for both the waitress and the critic. At this point I woke up.

Strangley in a deja vu sort of way, this morning when I went into the kitchen my wife was talking about the negatives of drinking to one of my sons. As I was listening I had thoughts of my uncle who used to drink, and memories of all the Pabst Blue ribbon cans laying around in my grandmas barn when I was a kid. Then I remembered this dream from last night. Kind of interesting.

Another night with two distincy dreams.

#1

This dream setting is a mix between my parrents home where I grew up and the place where I work. It begins with me facing north looking kind of eastward at the house, its driveway and seeing big white machine sheds on east of that. Looking west there are several more big white sheds.

As I move from shed to shed, there are many piles of cut lumber stcked in rows outside the front of each shed. It is bright and sunny outside, but there is a knowing that it is going to rain later and I must sort all of this lumber out and put each grade of lumber in its respective shed.

The view shifts to inside the sheds. Nothing like a machine shed on the inside, the inner parts of the sheds are as very large and elegant hotels, each about 3 stories high. The centers are open with piles of lumber stacked one on top of each other scattered sparsely in the center areas. There is room for much more in each shed. From the outside the sheds looked as seperate buuildings, but from the inside they are all apparently connected as one great big long building. There are great archways between the different buildings that indicate the shift from one building to another, though as I said, from inside its like one big building stretching east to west.
Around the sides of the inside of each are walkways or baconys along the walls. These are supported by the inside walls and rows of columns about 10-15 feet out from each wall, all the way around the inside of each building area.
As I am on the ground floor looking up, there are doors and hallways along each walkway in each wall. Its strange, as if there couldnt be anything behind those doors as the walls from this ground floor are even with the outside. From down here one can see outdoors into the sunlit countryside. If you look up the wall of the building on the outside all you see is tin siding. Go inside and you see doors and hallways up on the upper two floors. Its as if there is a dimesional shift present inside this structure. Like the inside is way bigger than the outside would lead you to believe.
I walk from one building to the next on the inside till I get to the west end of the structure. All the while I am noting which area inside holds which grade of lumber. As I leave and go outside of the west building I loook back and see from the outside that all the buildings seem independant structures from out here. Each has lumber stacked to be sorted and put away on the gravel and cement drives in front of them.
I find myself sort8ing out the lumber in my mind nd as I am seeing where it goes in my minds eye, it ends up getting physically put away as I am thinking the thoughts.When its all sorted out and put away I find myself moving up to the house, still outside of these structures.
I now have two or three of my friends here with me. We are walking back east towards the house from the far east shed. Seems like we are getting ready to go into town to one of their houses to do dome gaming, role playing games like AD&D and such as we used to do years ago. I am making sure the house is locked up before I leave and I go to get into a car in the drive to leave. Here the dream seems to get fuzzy and I wake up.

This dream is very significant for me. It holds answers to several questions I have had as to the layout and mechanics of what is...


#2

I find myself following another individual in a white snow covered valley skirted by huge mountains . There are trees all over this valley and up the sides of the mountains. Rising in this valley is a huge white stone city. I never look at this city directly, but its as if I see it in my minds eye, or see it at the edge of my peripheral vision. Its like there is this knowing of it being there. I see myself traveling with this person in front of me, through it, coming from it to where we are now at the base of a great mountain on the north edge of the valley.
It seems this person is talking to himself and I am listening to what is being said. He is talking about how there used to be a way out of this valley through a now hidden mountain pass. A tunnel under one of the mountains. He says something about a train track and a train coming. I dont see any tracks and he says they are right there under the snow. I kick snow aside and yes, there they are, leading right into the side of the snow covered mountain. I look back and see nothing but falt ground leding back into a forrest, but a passage cut through the forrest like a train track is cut through it.
When I turn back, I see a large diesel locomotive on the track in front of this man. No cars, just the engine. It is moving slowly into the mountain. As it goes the snow falls away revailing a large tunnel cutting through the mountain. The tunnel is open a ways, then the engine has to break through snow again. This occurs several times as we wind our way through this tunnel in the mountain. Eventually the engine breaks through the opposite side of the mountain and then disappears into a night sky.
The weather in the valley where we left seemed sunny and calm, with it begiing to snow and be overcast as we entered the mountain. On the opposite side of the mountain where we are now, it is dark and stormy it seems. Rain, lightning, thunder. A mix of dark weather. i only look out into it for a moment.
The man I was following disappears and I seem to be now above the ground watching as a disembodied observer. I begin to see soldiers entering the tunnel and taking up tactical positions. They are heavily armed. Seems they are dressed in world war 2 German uniforms. I am thinking it was Waffen SS uniforms, but not entierly sure.
It is interesting to note that when I came in here there was only one tunnel , the one I was in, with the train and tracks. As I look back I see that there are now numerous tunnels and passageways going back the way I came in. Whats more interesting is that I do not recognize any of them as the one I came here in. There are no tracks visible in any of them anywhere. Though, I am still just a disembodied observer.
The soldiers are rushing in following other people. It seems they are trying to capture them or something. The intent is not clear to me. I suddenly find my awareness drawn to 2 women, younger in their 20's or 30's perhaps. the soldiers seem to be after them in particular. They are mixed into a crowd of people being pressed into an area that was up one of the tunnels and up some stairs to another level. There, there is a landing, a area with double heavy glass doors and a few windows. I did not look directly out them but had a sense that the valley I came from earlier could be seen to some degree through them. the doors were locked tight, and it appeared that they were locked from the other side as there are no handles on this side.
I could feel the anxiety in the people in this room. Its as if I were empathically connected to them. the soldiers were reaching for people and dragging them off. As they were about to get ahold of these women I woke up.

Yet another two in one....

#1

This one starts in a health club type setting. Someone is telling me to pull a paper off the bulletin board to fill out for something there. After taking the paper I walk away and find that I have pulled all of them off including some different ones hidden underneath.
The ones underneather are a flyer for a church or religious retreat out in a rural location. Its strange, for as I am reading this I am also seeing images of this camp and a woman I know with her family. they seem to be running this camp, or are the caretakers employed there.( As a matter of fact I do know such a person who has just moved into such a position).
The Dreamview shifts and I find myself or my view moving on a road going west down a steep hill into a valley. I am going west but looking north. The scene reminds me of a location I am familiar with, but this has its differences. I see people walking around doing things. It seem like this is the camp I was seeing earlier. My view is drawn to a man. At first I think it looks like me(this body), then I get closer and it appears as the man married to Kara Thrace in Battlestar Galactica, a man who is a cylon. Moving on west I have a sense of the presence of the woman mentioned earlier, but do not see her.
I reach the bottom of the hill and find myself walking in mud up a steep bank. When I get top the top of it I see it is a dam that is running north then east. there is no pond or lake just a damn separating the runnoff water to the north and south. Both sides run downhill west and then eventually south under the road.
On top of this dam facing east I see a stream of water about a foot wide running east right on top centerd on the dam. I follow it walking right in it. As I approach a dense canopy of trees I can see that this stream defies gravity and natural laws. It is running uphill. As I go into the shade of the canopy of trees I see the ground curves steeply upward in front of me with it being even steeper to the left on the north side. The ground turns from mud and dirt to solid rock. As I go the stream widens to cover everything about 2 inches deep. It runs forward and left to the north right up the steep rock face. The current gets progressively faster and stringer as it continues north.
Following it north about 40 feet, it gouse through and around a break in the trees. It is somewhat dark in here, with light showing through the treeline from the north where the trees end. There is only one tree to the east of the break and I go to the east side of it. On the north side of that tree the waters that are everywhere around that tree and to the east as far as I can see are creating a large whirlpool just to the north of the break where the tree line ends.
I feel uneasy as the current here is swift and there are deep pockets of water here and there that I could slip and fall into. I turn back to the south and see a wall about 60' away to the southernmost edge of the view. To the west allong that wall are some steps leading out of the water and a walkway that runs along the wall going east. I make my wat to those steps holding onto a vine hanging from the trees to steady myself while walking in the current of water.
I make it to the steps and get on the walkway. I head east along the wall. I notice that the wall is covered with Chineese/Tibetan style writing from top to bottom. As I move east I have a sense that there are others with me. Seems as if there are undefined shapes of people around me.
I see stones about every ten to twenty feet that protrude about an inch out from the rest. We walk by a number of these, then I decide to push on one. When I do it goes into the wall and a door opens. Inside is a small gray haired oriental man. My view shifts back about twenty feet to the noth as if I am observing him and some of the persons with me. Seems this man is making very very fine chainmail armor shirts. The rings in the mail are so fine as it surely would not be humanly possible to make, yet here he is making them. He make about 3 or four , but does not make enough for all in this group of persons. When he is dome the door closes and he is gone.
Moving on to the next section of wall I push on the next stone. Out from the wall comes a stone platform about 8'x8' with 4 wooden posts about 8' tall with a stone slab on top. The posts are set on each of the 4 corners. on each of the posts are prayer wheels that are already turning. In the center of the platform betwwn the posts in the middle of the air there seems to be a haze with subtle whisps of wite light spiraling around. Its very subtle, very faint, almost unnoticable.
I begin to move around this platform to the right(south). At tis I wake up.

This dream has me truly finding a need for a tibetan Dzogchen master. I feel I am at an imapass of sorts at the moment in need of some instruction.

#2

I will have to continue later when I get home tonight or later. My computer bit the dust the other day so I am writing my dreams down in a notebook and transferring them here as I get access to my wifes computer when its not in use.

I havnt recorded any dreams for quite a while. For the most part there has been notihng of significance it would seem till this one.. This one stands out boldly as compared to the few I have let go and not written of since the last entry.

It was as if I were aware in two ways at once. One was being a embodied person traveling with a group o individuals, the other being a disembodied view or awareness linked to that person yet seeing as if above and behind that person from a distance away.
The group was moving, travelling north at a high rate of speed. It was as if they were flying low over the ground, moving through a winding mountain valley with trees covering the landscape. It was as if they were being chased by some entity trying to overtake them, trying to follow them to thier destination.
The group of individuals , of which my awareness was a part as one of those individuals, was trying to lose the followers before reaching their destination. My seeing view was as from behind following, while I had an awareness of being in the group making decisions at the same time.
A tunnel appeared in the mountain side loonming directly ahead as the valley came to an end in that mountain tunnel. I felt myself as the individual intuitively calling forth Siddhi energy and outside in the view, I saw what appeared to be objects being drawin into the path behind the group as it moved into the tunnel. It was as if material frm the mountain itself was picked up and pulled into the tunnel as the group went into it sealing the entrance and the whole tunnel off as if it had never been there.

Immediately the view shifted to one on the other side of this mountin. It was as if it were more than physically the other side, but a whole other dimension, or plane of existance. There was a huge city of gold with silver trim. The sun was shinging, its light brighter and cleaner than I have ever seen, glistening off the tall towers of the city reflecting off the many glass panels covering those buildings. The sight was as if a city the size of New York city with its tall and short buildings only the architecture was quite different. The scene was astounding and captivating.

I noted quicklly that the group was still being pursued, not by the followers of before, but it seemed as though the pursuers were from inside this city now. The group broke up into individulas and scattered throught the city. My view was following the individual I shared perception with. I could seee I could fly and teleport from place to place at will. I felt no limitations. I could not see what was following me, chasing me, only a sense of it. I materialized on a building, in a outer hallway or alcove of sorts, then lept into the air and flew upward at a high rate of speed. There the dream ended.
The actions in the dream were not so key as were the feelings of being able to do all that was done. The intimate feeling oneness with the Siddhi energy was what was so powerful and notable within this dream.

Dreams are and have been quite sparse. Fragments at best, of one or two since the last recorded one here.

Then last night a vividly clear dream:

Seems my view is coming upon a house. There is a sense or presence of persons around talking, but it is as if they are vieled in a different dimension of sorts than the setting that is being seen, than this seeingness itself.
I recognize this house. In so doing lucidity arises in a subtle way. I continue observing. This is my late grandmothers house. In real time, when we left the house during her move to the assisted care facilty, much of the furniture stayed with the house and was still there when last i saw it.
In this dream however, the house was barren. Completely empty. The floors were meticulously swept clean and a broom was standing against a wall.
I felt as if the persons I mentioned earlier weree not seeing the sight I was seeing. I had an awareness of ther conversations, and it seemed as if they were still talking with my grandparrents- both of them.This would have been prior to their deaths, as they moved from the house about a year prior.
Actually it was more than a hearing awareness, at times it was as if my seeing was penetrating this "viel" and seeing furniture and people. I believe I recognized my mother there in one of those glimpses.

At that point i remembered my mother telling of my grandmother moment of death. She and her sister were holding her hands . Prior to her last breath, she threw both of their arms aside and away from here. Following that she died.

I also remembered how they described my grandfathers death the year before. He was talking of seeing people, places, and so on and so forth. Caught up in the things he was seeing.

This dream had the distinctness of dealing with my grandmother alone, not my grandfather.

In the same moment of the dream I also became aware of the Christian metophorical teaching of sweeing ones house out and bringing Christ into it. The understanding which arose goes miles beyond religious rhetoric. Much depth.

Looking back on this dream and ongoing dialogues with Cloud, the sychronicity radiating throught all of what is cannot be ignored.

Oh some dandy lucidity in this one, so strange...


In a house, three stories. Wandering around following my wife. Listening to her talk. She talked of other persons, co owrkers friends. As if to make me jealous. So unlike here. I became lucid, aware it was a dream. Yet Lucid again, aware of myself, it, watching it. HA! so strange, yet so calm. Lucidity inside lucidity. LOL!

Watching emotions rise and fall like tides, yet unattached to them. A dream inside a dream.

A large rectangular house, in the style of a souther planation mansion. I find my veiw panning around the outside of the house and surroundings. It seems a modern setting with cars on the street. The house faces north with the city right there beginning on the street just north. Not a plantation setting. I find this strange.
Around the back side of the house I expected to find a large farm setting with open fields and pasture land. However, coming around to the south side there was about a half acre yard fenced in with woven wire fence. It was not even flat, but a sloped hill. None of it was mowed. Tall weeds permeated it.
The view shifts abruptly to following around some people in relation to this place. A older woman, a widow it seems, not too old, 40's perhaps late. Seems I am an interest of hers.
At this point I am realizing this is a dream.There was a knowing I was already married and this seems to be what brought on the lucidity. I continue observing.
Alot of the DC's seem to be television and move characters.The only memorable on was a brother character that seemes to be played by Col. John Sheppard off of Stargate Atlantis. In fact is was memorable due to the fact that he seemd to be anouncing that this was a dream, it couldnt be real, but I dont now remember the reasons surrounding this disclosure. Seemes to have something to do with this woman and her interest in me, combined with what another DC was doing.
This is all I remember now..

Following the friends I play raquetball with. Going into a house. A smaller house, yet two story plus a basement, yet basement is open at the ground . So it is more so a 3 story house.

Moving through the house the imagery is so vivid.The lower two floors are not terribly clean. Thisgs scattered around, nothing in place, almost if there is no set place for any of it. The impression is these fllors need a good cleaning. this though is really a judgement.
There is talk among us as we go through the house.one is talking of his daughter.As he talks it is strange as if I am there with this daughter watching the story around her unfold as he is telling it. She looks as if she sees me in this wierd state, and the view is broken and shifts back to going through the house.

I notice in the house that both sets of stair leading upward from the first two floors are missung steps. The steps go aboout 2/3 to 3/4 of the way up and them the last part there are no more steps. One has to leap up from the last step to the next floor.

On the top floor of this house everything is well lighted. Everything is pristinely clean and neat. I see that the stairway arrives into a kitchen area. A thought arises as I go in as to whether there are any fire escape ladders to hang out the windows in case of a fire. Such a strange spontaneous thought.

Some of the guys are ahead of me some coming up behind. There is more talk. As I go onto the next room the dream ends as I gradually wake up.

On a university campus. A dean or someone, took and told me to get this book from a instructors desk to study or use to prepare for some test or something. I went wandering around and forgot I had the book.
I was in a dorm room of sorts. it was under the stairs of this large building. Yet it seemed almost as if the instructors office I had taken the book from was in a similar location in another building. Or was it the same building? So strange. It was as if I took the book, circled around and came back and in place of the office was the dorm room.Strange.
Then there was some people milling aroiund. They seemed then to all be going to a lecture area. I turned and there was this instructor, the one who owned the book. WHite hair white beard. He was in the office as was I. HE was digging around his desk looking for something. I bowed to him and handed him his book. HE said thank you, but that was not what he was looking for, besides, he already knew I had it. He suddenly vanished.
I went out to the lecture area. Apparently he was to give a lecture, but no one could find him. Some one else was stepping up to give it in his place. As this guy got dome talking the original instructor showed up. I could see him but no one else could. HE was sitting on a cloud floating up above the trees to the side of the lecture area. Lots of books and papers at his feet on the cloud. It was here I realized this was Osho.
Osho laughed at the guys conclusions at the end of his talk. He was polite in acknowledging how this guy arrived at his conclusions, but indicated that they were not quite correct. No one else seemed to hear him but me.
Then the view shifts and I was in a kitchen area of sorts and Osho was busy frying bacon and eggson one stove. Across the room my wife was there frying bacon and eggs on another. Oshos food was coming away nicely done. My wifes was burning , stuck to the frying pan. Such a strange view. It seems Osho and my wife were talking, also with several others.
From here the view shifts again. I was outside of some dorm houses on a well lit street. Friends of mine were talking and hanging out. I was walkin down the street with one. One whom I talk of esoteric things with .( He was also one who led me to enter one of his daughters dreams a few days ago- a dream I did not write about.)
We were not really doing anything. We met the other two guys we play raquetball with and decided to all go play ball. This being near 10:00pm. Turns out the club was closed but we got in anyhow talking the guy closing up into letting us stay and play somehow.
From here thisg got strange.almost discoherent It was like I bacame lucid, but not. Hard to describe. People were after us, but I kept dropping things either on them or in their way. Things like floors, walls, heavy objects the size of rooms. jUst by willing it to happen. So strange. Then i woke up.

I was wandering around a town, a city of some size. I was with and looking for friends of 20 plus years ago. It was strange. It was as if there were many people. Most children.
We were all at a place like a university of campus of some sorts. We were going on an excursion of some sorts, almost like it was a game of follow the leader or something. We were in vehicles. Buses trucks and such. and yet sometimes on foot. So strange.
My friens I have not seen in many years was ahead scouting a roadway for us to follow. We lost sight of him. We did not know which way to go at a T intersection.
I got out of the bus and walked ahead of the convoy. I found him. He was moving North at the T. He was talking about destinations. Something about going to take all the children to a Shriners hospital.
We went to get into the bus , but something was wrong. It wouldnt turn and went straight into the ditch and seemes stuck or something. Unclear as to what was hapening exactly.
Here i began to look at the view around. The landscape was open like fields and you could see the towns buildings in the distance. It was overcast, wet, rainy and misty. Cold, like a mix of winter and spring. Here the dreamview shifted.
Now I was seeing a residential neiborhood on a spring morning. Warm, looking south from the north.. The view shifts to being in a more heavily populated residential area. at night. Walking up and down streets east and west. Looking for something or someone. My kids, or some of them seem with me, or I am following them. Unsure. Heading west up a seemingly famialr hill and street we get to the top and the view shifts again.
Back to the first residential neighborhood heading west still though. Same sunny spring morning.I come to a house I seem to recognize as my new house I have just moved to. I seem to live there without the wife and kids.
I go out and continue winding around the streets following my son. We come to another house a coupel fo blocks away or more and go into a house there. Seems he and hos mother and siblings have just moved there. I am looking around inside juts noticing everythig there.
There are tree branches hangin down that hit me in the face. I suggest cutting them to my son and tell him of some pruners i saw sitting on a shelf earlier.
There is some conversation with my daughter or someone. I am poiting out that my house is just across the way down the street a couple of blocks or so. Here the dream sees to end. I felt at such peace and calm during this whole dream.

Raging torrents of feeling, emotion. Rising, falling like waves on the ocean. Sweeping across me like tidal waves washing across a beachline. I awake this morning as if the world so surreal around me. Filled with form yet vastly empty.
The women in this life experience, I searching for mySelf within them all. Always looking never finding. All moving through my dream, passing attachments, unaware at the time what it was I was truly seeking.
The dream unfold as though time without meaning. past , present, future, all moving together as one. Linear order not there, yet ordered awareness of all.

Those that were, are, are not, cannot be, will not be. Never were. Yet, one that was to be, was not, will be. Unknown yet known. Feelings flow in monumental fashion, yet attachments die. fade away in the face of the experience.

All faces blend and merge into the One. She is as I am. For that brief time, the experience shared upon a level most rarely find. Bliss for that time. Then endings abound. Tragedy, suffering. Anguish. I see all of it flowing around. Yet, in it I do not dwell. I watch. I experience...detached , yet present and as One. I have Such deep love for her, and her for I. The cyclone spins and swirls, yet I am not lost to it. Standing steadfast amidst its winds.Taking it all in and letting it all pass through on its journey.

Structures rise to the heavens, and then crash into the earth below. Weeping and gnashing of teeth. Distraught scattering, crying. Screaming in anguish. Those living in the suffering of their attachments. Yet through it all, she and I never part. Lost then found, then lost again only to be found again. True faith. This dream so vivid, yet so very deep. Many levels to be found within. It ends without ending. Perpetual, alive. Timeless moments.

Wandering a mixed dreamscape of images familiar to present and past time.

People here and there milling around from one scape to another.

A huge windstorm arising

Buildings structurs here and there

I am out in the open

Wind roars

I grasp at the gravel , clawing, trying

Heading to one structure, then another

No escape

I relax and surrender to the wind

Letting go of what will happen to me

Accepting my fate, even death

The wind ceases

Two consecutive nights bring dreams of significance

A story to tell

The telling unfolding in vision



Looking upward seeing an elevator in its shaft from the underside

About a dozen broken cables dangling loosley

One cable hold the elevator from continuing upward

Holding it from seemingly shooting out the top of the shaft

The walls of the shaft transparent

The world around going on and going by unaware of this spectacle

I awake

I know

The tether must be

Consciousness held by a strand, only a strand




On a platform of wood above the ground

Supported by nothing, just there hanging aloft

A hole in the center, a square hole

A rope feeding downward through the hole to the ground

There is some talk

The rope must not touch the ground

Only hang just above it

Again I awake

I Know

This line must also be

Duality is a necesity in the birth of this Presence

Tied in one way, loose in another

All in the same moment

Two perspectives merged

I

Shifting visions

People in view

Action, motion

Shadows and light swirl


I am left Knowing


"I" am in control of it all

Nothing escapes this

All is puppets on strings


Yet from this isolated perspective one must not control

This view cannot see to control from a standpoint of isolated perspective

Lean back

Let the connections clear


Only from this intercoinnectedness can "control" be manifest

Only from this sense of Oneness can Seeing See


Isolated, One must not interfere

Yet even the realization of such is controlled


Always in the loving parrents arms