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Whatever emotions of sadness and shock you may be feeling now as you read this, the emotions were amplified 10 times over for me in the dream. I was sobbing the entire time Morrison was speaking. But that's not all. After Morrison’s speech, I was walking on a sidewalk outdoors away from Congress, yet the scenery around me resembled the route I took as a college student in New York when walking away from the school’s athletic complex. At one point an excited group of mostly white college students ran past me. I could read their minds, and they were running to the Capitol because Congress was about to debate and vote on a measure to expand the scope of the federal death penalty; the group of young adults that ran past me were pro-capital punishment.
I know that this dream was a shamanic lesson for my journey. It’s about racial hatred as a manifestation of wetiko. Wetiko infects every part of the world in myriad forms in equal amounts, but as an American I needed to truly understand the emotional cost of racial separation and antagonism in this country, since it is here where I’m supposed to do my healing work. Although I’ve understood the spiritual cost of racism in more intellectual terms and got a bit emotional at times after George Floyd’s death, this dream allowed me to fully feel and express the grief of living in such a wetiko-infected society. Also, the group of pro-execution students that ran past me signified how younger people won’t automatically be more liberal. It will take all awakened Shambhala Warriors, shining our lights, for society to truly change. I think most of us who frequent this forum are Shambhala Warriors, and only 1-3% of the world population needs to awaken for the positive transformation we crave to come to fruition. My sense is we passed that threshold last year.
Finally, I saw Toni Morrison in my dream because she is one of many powerful spirits who is helping us from the other side. Here in the US, we also have John Lewis, RBG, John McCain, Mimi Jones, and many others. There are spirits at work all over the world too. We truly aren’t alone.
@coyote Horrifying dream trenched with truth. Thank you for being a messenger for the rest of us.
I’m very glad you’re heartened by my dream. I didn’t really feel like I was interpreting it so much as conveying unambiguous messages from an experience that falls somewhere between a dream and a shamanic journey.
@lovendures I wonder if the second part of your dream (sadly) came true last night with the spa massacres. I note in your dream the "split" could refer to multiple locations. You were present at a place where shootings occurred and two separate people called you from places with shootings -adding up to three locations. It was apparently a lone wolf and the targets were of Korean descent.
Thank you mkay for asking. I actually had that thought myself, sadly. I think so. It ended up being a spa, not a salon. Good thought on the split as well, I forgot about that. And there was an immigrant aspect, just Korean.
It is indeed such a sad event. I was hoping I had been wrong about this one.
Back in December I had a number of significant dreams that were associated with important astrological events and calendrical dates. Three in particular I want to share here, since when they're strung together they contain messages that people on this forum may resonate with. The first dream is more personal, the second dream is transpersonal, and the third dream is a bit of both.
Dream #1
This one took place on the morning of the 18th, which is the day Jupiter shifted into Aquarius (I’m not sure if that’s the right astrological terminology). Some background: last fall my then-employer—an agricultural land trust in Rhode Island—purchased a farm in the RI town of Johnston as an addition to its network of community farms and gardens.
On the morning of Dec. 18th, I dreamt that I was driving to Johnston in order to visit the new property. The scenery was rural, which matches the areas I’ve seen in Johnston in waking life. As I approached the farm, clouds of dust started wafting through the trees and across the road. The road then turned to dirt and was soon being traversed on the shoulders by earth-moving machines (which I figured were the source of the dust). I realized that I made a wrong turn and that I needed to get back onto the paved roads. So I did a U-turn, but there were several large trucks in my way (the type for hauling rocks and soil). They were moving slowly back and forth, so I decided to weave around them. It was tricky and a bit intimidating navigating around those trucks in my small hatchback, but I made it.
Next, I arrived at the farm, which consisted of a dilapidated house-like structure in a smallish field surrounded by woods. The farm workers were hauling construction materials in their arms as if they were preparing to renovate the house. My supervisor plus a coworker I’ll call Anna were also at the farm, and Anna suggested that the 3 of us should help haul materials. I assented, but I was nervous that because of the symptoms associated with my current waking health condition, I wouldn’t be physically capable of lifting and carrying the material.
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The dream ended there. My nervousness in the dream reflected how I would actually feel in such a situation in waking life. But the earth-moving vehicles and the renovation prep hinted at new developments taking shape in my life. The fact that the focus point of the dream was a farm is also encouraging, since I have a longstanding interest in agriculture. (Note: I woke up from this dream by rolling over and accidentally falling out of bed. When I scrambled back up and looked at my clock, it was 7:11 am.)
Dream #2
This dream, which I had on the morning of Dec. 22nd—the night after the winter solstice—also requires some background. One of my co-workers in the fall was of Nepalese descent but was born in Bhutan in the 1980s on her grandfather’s farm; her family was a member of the Lhotshampa community, which collectively refers to ethnic Nepalese people living in Bhutan. In the early 1990s the Bhutanese military began confiscating Lhotshampa farms out of a perception that the Lhotshampa were not assimilating into Bhutanese culture. This happened to my co-worker’s family, and they were forced to flee to Nepal and live in a refugee camp until they emigrated to the US around 2010. Another piece of background is that the land trust where I worked in the fall does a lot of outreach in Providence’s immigrant Hmong community, which mostly comes from Vietnam and Laos.
Anyways, in my dream I was hovering over a Bhutanese village. The village was a mixture of Ngalop households (the Ngalop are the predominant ethnic groups in Bhutan) and Hmong households. (In our waking reality there aren’t any Hmong in Bhutan, but because my employer worked with Hmong immigrants, my brain supplanted the Hmong for the Lhotshampa people pf my co-worker.) The village was a peaceful multiethnic community, and I didn’t get any sense of tension. The Ngalop houses were quite large and could more accurately be called “lodges”; they were made from a rattan-type material and resembled Quonset structures. They were built on stilts and were surrounded by wide wooden porches which were also raised. Interspersed amidst the Ngalop lodges were groups of houses that belonged to Hmong families. The Hmong houses were made of bamboo and were smaller and more angular than those of the Ngalop. The Hmong “huts” were also raised on stilts and surrounded by porches (or platforms). Even though they were smaller, the Hmong huts did not denote cultural status in relation to the Ngalop. The Hmong were just more comfortable in smaller structures. All the houses, regardless of architecture, were aesthetically pleasing and obviously well cared for. The whole scene was bathed in amber sunlight.
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I then hovered to a different area of the village and was shown a group of Hmong children happily munching fruits that resembled pineapple or jackfruit. I was shown how the discarded rinds of the fruit were upcycled into siding material for the Hmong huts, thus providing insulation and rain protection for the otherwise porous bamboo walls.
This dream was showing me a possible future for the Aquarian Age, one where there is no cultural/ethnic conflict and where humans are instead nurturing beauty. The way the people were using fruit rinds as construction material also indicated a cooperative relationship with nature where there’s mutual assistance (by eating those fruits, the people are also dispersing seeds for further propagation).
Dream #3
This one occurred on the night of Dec. 31st into Jan. 1st and is especially interesting because it incorporates a foreign language. I dreamt that I was back in high school in a Chinese language class (I actually did study Mandarin through my 4 years of HS). The teacher was my teacher from waking reality, whom I’ll just call Wu Laoshi (laoshi 老師 is Mandarin for teacher).
Wu Laoshi instructed the class to copy the characters for the Chinese translation of the sentence “Mother and Father are hard at work in a wet field.” (The sentence may have also been “Mother and Father are hard at work in the field while it’s raining.”) The “characters” were written on the whiteboard in front of us and actually consisted of a single, hyper-convoluted character with many radicals (components) that were trying to convey a full sentence all in one go. The radicals for mother (mama妈妈) and father (baba 爸爸) were at the top, while below them was a grid pattern. There were individual dashes in each grid square that represented water and, combined with the grid as a whole, conveyed the idea of a wet field. Below the field was the radical that represents a plow in the character for “male” (nanhai男孩), thus conveying the idea for work.
I was having trouble writing this convoluted character, so Wu Laoshi walked up to me and asked what was wrong. I responded that it had been years since I wrote Chinese characters and that I needed to practice more. That was the end of the dream.
So, the first dream spoke directly to me and was about how things are beginning to shift in my life for the better. The second dream is about the possible future awaiting humanity, but only if we harness (plow) the opportunities that are becoming available and work hard. That's what the third dream is about, in addition to the concept of reclaiming lost abilities. I think the first dream was also conveying the idea of hard work via the excavation vehicles and the renovation prep.
I had other significant dreams in December, but they aren't for sharing ? .
Good recording of your dreams. I especially like the image of ethnicities and cultures living harmoniously, with nature and beauty as their focus. Your interpretation rings true regarding working toward a renewed future. And that is great news.
Perhaps the one big Chinese character symbolizes the holistic concept of Mother/Father fecundity or the gestalt of spiritual awakening reaching fertile ground.
A year ago I dreamt of the rising feminine. In the dream I was journeying through the snow-covered hills of Vermont on a sled. The sled was one of those old-fashioned wooden types with metal runners. Yet the sled could maintain its momentum while going uphill if I rocked my body from side to side. The sled could also travel on asphalt and dirt roads if there was a thin layer of packed snow and ice underneath.
As anyone who’s lived in an area that receives regular snowfall may know, snow cover erases boundaries, and that’s one major impression I have from the dream; I wasn’t worried at all about property lines or fences. When I was sledding in the countryside I didn’t have any problem maneuvering around trees or boulders. When I came to town centers I’d effortlessly weave between buildings. It was my intention to sled clear across the state and beyond, I was so exhilarated with the freedom of how I was traveling.
Eventually I came to a wide lawn that sloped down to a river. At the top of the slope was a “grand” wooden hotel that looked like a place where wealthy Gilded Age travelers from Boston and New York may have vacationed in the summer. There was a covered veranda at the back of the hotel. Since there was a thin layer of packed snow on the veranda, I aimed my sled in that direction. When I was gliding behind the veranda beams, I looked back and a balding man who looked to be in his sixties was standing in the middle of the lawn and yelled that I wasn’t supposed to be there—that I was trespassing. I realized he was the proprietor of the hotel, and he started chasing after me.
When I reached the end of the veranda, I jumped off the sled, took it up into my arms, and started running on foot around a series of fences and other barriers that connected the hotel with a barn-like structure. When I emerged into the open beyond the last fence, I was standing in the hotel’s dirt driveway, and 3 women were standing nearby. One of them was young (in her twenties) with blond hair. I could tell that the other two women were mother and daughter, and they looked Asian-American, although my mind kept saying “maybe they’re Abenaki.” The women were wearing blue jeans and somewhat rugged winter coats, and I knew they were employees who helped with the winter upkeep of the hotel.
I told them that their boss was chasing me because I was trespassing, and they just laughed and joked dismissively about how he was “always like that, overly obsessed with property and ownership.” The blond woman told me that I could hop into the back of her truck and that she’d drive me somewhere else so that I could continue on my journey. She backed a pickup truck out of the barnlike structure. There was a tarp covering the bed of the truck, so I jumped under the tarp with my sled, and the dream ended there.
As with all powerful dreams I had in the spring of 2020, this one was concerned with the cosmic energetic shifts presaged by the pandemic. So this is most definitely a dream about the rising feminine. My free-spirited sledding and lack of concern for borders hints at the post-border world that will come into being when the shadow side of masculine energy fully dissipates from the collective (after a few centuries, perhaps). The man in the lawn is a metaphor for that energy and its clinging insistence on the reality of something as vain as land ownership (“This is MINE!” Think about how many wars have been fought over who controls such and such parcel of land). The women I confronted are the man’s energetic antithesis. Since they help me continue with my journey, the energy they embody will guide global society into the future.
@coyote. I love this dream of yours. Interesting that there was all that snow, and also indigenous people. Not only does this feel like the future of the rising feminine, but I wonder if all that snow is foretelling of migration to Canada. People will be migrating north, many to northern Canada where there is abundant land, a lot of snow (at least for the next fifty years), and heavily populated by Inuit. So could your dream also be foretelling early migration to the northlands?
Last night I dreamt I was climbing up winding stairs with crowds of people. They weren't wearing masks and I was stunned about that, and didn't feel safe. The climb was some kind of tourist trek to some religious icons that were at the top of the climb, like climbing to the top of a cathedral. I knew that at the top there were going to be blue and amber stained glass windows facing the sky. I could see them in my mind's eye. I still see them. Brilliant blue and bright amber. I realize now that this shade of blue and amber are opposites on the color wheel.
At one point I came to a very steep step to the next level that was like three or four steps high. That step also coincided with a turn of the stairs to the left, a turn you had to make to see the next set of stairs upwards. It was hard for me to make it because my leg was hurting, but I felt I would be able to do it. That's when I awoke.
I think the dream was connected to India's pandemic crisis. The crowds without masks, the pilgrimage to a religious site, and the lack of masks, all fit India's run-up to their pandemic spike. But most of all the dream felt like a symbol of the ascent to a higher consciousness that this painful national emergency will cause, not just for India, but for humanity.
The pandemic and the pain of it has saturated our consciousness. Will we rise to the next level from it? Looks like we are on the verge of a shift, a shift to the left, that we must make now.
Never ever again should anyone expect to return to business as usual. We need to rise from this new normal and that will mean a new paradigm in how we live.
I wonder if all that snow is foretelling of migration to Canada.
Maybe. That's not a strong impression from the dream, but I have thought about how the mass migrations soon to come - literally billions of people will be on the move - will gradually chip away at the pretense of political borders. I'm glad you noticed the presence of indigenous people in my dream, since indigenous cultures will play an outsize roll going forward in showing us the way. (I thought of that significance before, but I wanted to see if anyone here would make the connection.)
About your dream, the metaphorical implications of the image of ascending stairs immediately came to mind. The really big step seems like a symbol for the crises we'll have to get through as we ascend, such as the pandemic. I'm thinking about a post someone made here last year about a vision for India's future. She saw technological and cultural transformation brought about by Vedic astrology and a deeper understanding of the religious texts that comprise South Asia's rich history. So perhaps the stained glass windows symbolize India's specific future once the crises pass?
What's chilling is that after I finished the Guardian article @unk-p linked, I noticed their article about the fatal crush at the religious celebration in Israel, which is the first I heard of it. These pandemic-time religious festivals seem to be dangerous in more ways than one; there may be some synchronicity between Kumbh Mela and Lag B'Omer.
@coyote. Thank you for your insights about India and my dream.
As for your dream, I feel ancient Indigenous people spirits here now, have felt them among us for decades. When I think of the long term climate future that we are woefully unprepared for still, I can see them trekking across the land thousands of years ago, and I wonder if they will be able to show us how to survive the new earth.
I don't know how the present day Inuit will figure into this. But there are settlements in northern Canada as I'm sure you know. I can't yet imagine how the migrants who will go there from all over the globe will fit with those who are there.
Last night I dreamed that I was Biden’s daughter (hilarious, because he’s 6-7 years older than me). I was visiting him before the inauguration and somehow we were in the White House before hand. When I walked into the White House, it transformed into the rotunda of the Capitol Building and I could see Biden talking to people and preparing for the presidency. I decided that since I had slept there the night before, I would pull the sheets off the bed and take them home to launder. As I walked out of the White House/Capitol Building with my arms full of dirty laundry, Biden joined me and we went out to the street. Biden was gracious and kind and greeted all the people. There was no security around, but he didn’t need it. People loved him.
@bluebelle. What a wonderful dream. I love that you decided to launder the sheets for him, and that he was safe due to all the people's love.
@jeanne-mayell. I nearly laughed out loud when I recognized the significance of "dirty laundry" being removed from the White House/Capitol Building. We, the American voters, are the ones who made the dirty laundry removal possible.