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.