@starpath Thank you. Your interpretation feels spot on. I worked for a very small Biotech company many years ago and watched them develop drugs. I was an admin asst to the chief scientist. It takes years and years to get it right. I was always bothered by the fact that a drug is approved even if a small % of people have adverse side effects in trials. I don’t plan on getting vaccinated for corona. I have only started getting the flu shot in the last 5 yrs.
@kksali and light working friends,
I think the dream interpretations are very good.
Looking just at the numbers you first saw for numerology meanings:
41 meaning- Expression of personal freedom, building strong foundation
44 meaning- Efficiency, balance, solid ground for now and future generations
This seems to go along with the dream about the vaccine. Maybe we will all have to find balance and personal freedoms vs Corporation greed
I have been having a lot of bizarre dreams lately that don't mean much to me. They feel mysterious and I don't think there is enough information there to figure them out. I will give two examples...just for the heck of it...if anyone has any ideas what they mean it would be interesting to think about since so far I am clueless. I often get more clues to my dreams meanings after I post them to this site (thanks Jeanne!) so it can't hurt to try.
The first one I dreamed this past Tuesday. I am part of a group of several people who are trying to accomplish something. It seems important. We all walk down a corridor in a institutional type building towards a large room. We enter the large room and there is a large plexiglass dividing most of the room from where we stand and the odd thing is the plexiglass wall is open at the top couple of feet near the ceiling. We all seem to stare into the room past the plexiglass and it is dark and a little odd looking--too peaceful-- almost dead-like or empty. There is light in our portion of the room but the light quickly fades away a couple of feet past the plexiglass into a sort of dull gray. Everything seems sort of monotone. We stand and wait and suddenly movements happen on the other side, like small flying drones which seem a little bit lighter gray then their surroundings. They are small and move unnaturally fast and smoothly, like gliding orbs or maybe small flying saucers. They can't be seen clearly in the dim light. I suddenly have a rock or something similar in my hand and I throw it over the plexiglass wall trying to hit one. I can't tell if it had any effect or hit anything...I wake up. Just now re-reading this I remember that one of the people seemed to have a lab coat on. I wonder if this is about the attempts to find a vaccine. The small robots are like targets they are trying to hit on the way to getting a vaccine. If this is a true interpretation, then I feel it is trying to say that the odds of them getting all the steps done quickly and correctly feel unlikely. It feels like a very daunting task. I will have to think about this possible interpretation more.
Thursday I dream a longer dream. I start out the dream talking to someone about diet. This part of the dream makes sense, since I have been thinking about this topic lately. I finish my conversation with the person and leave, walking out into the sidewalk along a street. The area I am walking in feels kind of sparse and weird and then I notice there is a dump nearby. I get a very clear visual of the dump. It seems like there are people hauling old rusty beds and other junk out of the dump. It is like they are cleaning out the dump!! I find their activity strange. The sun is very bright on the dump and I see it with an unnatural clarity, almost like with binoculars, but I don't need them as it is being shown to me with detail and intense colors. The rusty metal is intensely-reddish brown, the dry brown grass is overgrown and there are weird buildings like in a ghost town. But I think in my head that it must be a dump even though it looks more and more like an abandoned old-west town. One person hauling out the junk looks like an angry western cowboy. The scene abruptly changes to a dinner table in a house with people sitting around and they are trying to eat this weird alien looking fruit I've never seen before. They squeeze out large round black seeds out of large oval fruits with stems on them. Then I seem to suddenly know somehow that in this house are several ill-intentioned men, they want to carry out criminal behavior. They have a leader and I realize he is sitting here at the table but I can't seem to bring myself to look at his face. I know this because the knowledge is suddenly there in my mind. I seem to know that he wants to be the boss...of everyone...As I reread this now I think maybe this criminal boss man is an allusion to Trump...but I am not sure.
I finished writing my post and then after I walked around my apartment a bit I remembered the song "Strange Fruit" which was sung by Billie Holiday, which is explained well in this youtube video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EZUoYgPe1Y4
It is about racism and the lynching of black americans appearing as strange fruit hanging in the trees...
Perhaps the house is the White House and the alien fruit is a reference to this song? It makes my dream seem darker than I realized.
@starpath Your dream instantly reminds me of the smoke-filled West Coast, which in your dreams you can see but are separated from. The Western, ghostly town image fits the now-burned-out little towns from the ongoing forest fires. Soon these places will have to clean up the debris, which will be whatever didn't burn such as metal beds. The air here in Oregon has been a thick, dark, deathly monotone gray for almost a week. The rock might represent a futile attempt to help, which reflects the real-life utter inability of firefighters to do anything except get people out. I don't get anything on the lab coats. Your connection between the fruit, the song and racists in the WH seems spot on. I worry about white supremacists out there right now waiting to make trouble around election time (just my fear, not a premonition). As in your dream, they are home being fueled by ugly, racist fruit (Trump).
My recurring nightmare about a massive war invasion at a lakeside park in the woods came true, it appears. In the dream, I'm at a postcard-beautiful woodsy lakeside park and all of the sudden enemy soldiers are running toward all of us picnickers on the ground. There are good soldiers who try to help, but it's no use. In the air are fighter jets, sometimes aliens, flying low through the mountain canyons. I never could tell if they are good or bad -- just terrifying, so everyone runs.
Recently we camped at Detroit Lake in Oregon, and I saw the exact setting from my dream. That night an enormous helicopter hovered over our campground to airlift someone to a hospital. It was deafening, and everywhere were silhouettes of people popping out of their tents in the dark to look up. The next day lots of campers agreed it was scary and made UFO jokes. It sounded like tanks, but it was above us shining bright lights through the campground and lighting up our tents. This seemed like an interesting twist to the dream.
Well, today I see on the local forest fire map that fire roared down through those very canyons and into the lakeside parks and town (Detroit). The map is red-colored where our campground was. (We had just deemed the lake our new favorite yearround vacation spot, because in the winter you can play in the snow).
Does anyone have a sense of where the West Coast fires are going? Or if there is something bad behind the fires.
This week at work people were sick from the smoke, and some staff had to leave to evacuate their homes. Terrible. A funny moment, though, was hearing how one coworker took his pet crow to safety.
@jewels
What an amazing dream which became reality. Heartbreaking about the park you fell in love with.
The only thing I feel right now is that once again, everything is connected. The wild weather fluctuations over over 100 degrees one day to snow storm the next,, the extreme heat and dryness, lack of monsoons and 50+ days of 110 or higher in Phoenix, the increase in hurricanes, the melting of snowcapped mountains which don't usually melt, the melting of polar ice, the locus in Africa and famine. Fires in Australia and the west coast, wind tornadoes, pink snow. It is all connected.
@jewels
I do like your interpretation of the dump/abandoned western town as being about the wildfires in the western states--it sounds highly likely to be spot-on to me...thanks for contributing your ideas! I remember in the dream how dry it was and the sun was beating down intensely. There might also be a tie-in to the Trump administration in the sense that they did nothing to curb global warming. Another four years with Trump will make global warming worse but let's hope that doesn't happen...
Another four years with Trump will make global warming worse but let's hope that doesn't happen...
I think it's already too late to do anything about it. We're well past the tipping point where anything could have prevented it, so from here on, it's about mitigating the impact as much as possible.
All of the glaciers on earth are going to melt, so that's 230 feet sea level rise. I am certain that will come to pass. That is the reason why ultimately people will leave the coasts and the coastal cities which is most of the largest cities on earth. People should start writing about the cities so that hundreds of years from now there will a record of what once was.
But I believe and pray we can prevent the earth from literally burning up. We have to get the Republican Party out forever and the dark money oligarchs forever. And when that happens, it will still take much effort to keep progressive government in charge but humans will survive.
A thousand years from now, the greenhouse gas blanket will dissipate and the earth will calm down and a peaceful people will be here. This is not a dream, but a knowing. I see ancient tribes back again caring for the earth, worshipping the sun and Gaia and her many spirits, and led by matriarchal tribes.
We often talk about being light workers or "lighthouses" amidst the dark. It just so happens that when I was 6, 7, 8 years old, I was fascinate by lighthouses. My family would go to the Outer Banks in North Carolina every summer, and I had little statuettes of each of the major OBX lighthouse. Since we vacationed in northern OBX towns like Duck and Corolla (@deetoo, we have something in common), I had to have my parents take me to Currituck Beach Lighthouse every year.
Last night I had a dream where all I can remember is standing on a very wide swath of beach (I hardly even recall sensing the presence of the ocean), and there were several lines of ascending sand dunes in front of me. Behind the dunes, but also higher in elevation compared to where I was, stood both the Currituck Lighthouse and the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse (tallest brick lighthouse in the US). I started walking towards the dunes with the intention of reaching the lighthouses, and it seemed like several family members and people who are close to me but who I don't consciously "know" right now (ancestors?) were urging me forward so that I could begin scaling the dunes. The general feeling of the dream was positive; the sky was a flush gold/silver/bronze/rose, the way the sky often looks on East Coast beaches in the early evening in summer, and it seemed like if I climbed the dunes and reached the lighthouses, there would be a homecoming.
This is another dream with the theme of ascending a topographical height to a seemingly metaphorical higher plane, like the cliff-scaling vision @jeanne-mayell had. Yet if I (and the rest of us) reach that higher plane we long for, we will also be coming home to our true birthright of joy and abundance. If my health improves over the coming years, I'd like to make a pilgrimage to those lighthouses of my childhood before the Outer Banks are submerged. All of my health issues started when I was 8 years old, which also coincided with the nadir or of my lighthouse interest; I became emotional today when I looked at online images of the lighthouses in my dream, since they also brought back lots of memories of the "before time" when I wasn't experiencing concerning medical symptoms. So such a pilgrimage would bring this odyssey I've been on full circle.
I'm serious, this dream has planted an idea in my mind: I want to to write a book about my eventual pilgrimage to the Outer Banks. But I will also be writing about the Great Turning and how we can integrate loss so that we can heal even from the global biospheric crisis.
Synchronicity. You posted about the glaciers melting while I was still drafting my above post, so I didn't see your post until now.
@coyote Yes, we were both feeling the epic situation we are all now in. I am moved by your desire to write that book - your own hero's journey reflecting the changes of our precious earth. I have seen many books coming from you, important books.
Those lighthouses, so precious to you, may also become global markers of future sea rise.
The Cape Hatteras lighthouse is 210 feet which is close to the expected rise (230 last time I checked) after the glaciers melt. I wonder if future generations will try to save it for that reason, to help people remember what was lost.
A thousand years from now, the greenhouse gas blanket will dissipate and the earth will calm down and a peaceful people will be here. This is not a dream, but a knowing. I see ancient tribes back again caring for the earth, worshipping the sun and Gaia and her many spirits, and led by matriarchal tribes.
I felt such a peace in reading this. Not because humans will continue to survive into the far future, but because it means that we humans will have learned to value our planet as it deserves.
@gbs, @coyote, and @deborah.carey, I love what you all have written and posted here.
I saw a clip from a movie, I think it was in the James Cameron series Years of Living Dangerously. It showed Hopi elders appearing before the United Nations. They showed cave drawings from ancient Indigenous people following a time line. The timeline depicted the Hopi before the European conquerors came to the New World. Then the conquerors came and walked on top of them in the time line., depicting their subjugation. Then the timeline moved into the future showing drawings in which the European conquerors were gone and the natives rose back into their power again. That story resonates with me.