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The Seth Material, written by the late Jane Roberts, is now being validated. I urge anyone who is not yet familiar with this remarkable material to Google "Seth" or "Jane Roberts" and be prepared to be amazed. The correspondences to Lynn McTaggart's work are stunning.
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Well the desert flower and her synconicities have me on tenter hooks again.Enya is a favourite artist of mine....has been for years,too.Looking foward with excitement to Parodia`s "crow" revelations.Something wonderful this way comes........Rabbit.
Here is some more wisdom via my iPod. Orinoco Flow is off of a CD called WATERMARK and African Bamba is off of an album called SUPERNATURAL. too funny.
here are the lyrics to Orinoco Flow, I'm deleting the lalas, and multiple sail aways
let me sail, let me sail, let the orinoco flow,
let me reach, let me beach on the shores of Tripoli.
let me sail, let me sail, let me crash upon your shore,
let me reach, let me beach far beyond the Yellow Sea.
from Bissau to Palau - in the shade of Avalon,
from Fiji to Tiree and the Isles of Ebony,
from Peru to Cebu hear the power of Babylon,
from Bali to Cali - far beneath the Coral Sea.
turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, up adieu
turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, up adieu
turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, up adieu
sail away...
from the North to the South, Ebudæ into Khartoum,
from the deep sea of Clouds to the island of the moon,
carry me on the waves to the lands I've never been,
carry me on the waves to the lands I've never seen.
we can sail, we can sail, with the orinoco flow,
we can sail, we can sail,
sail away, sail away, sail away
we can steer, we can near with Rob Dickins at the wheel,
we can sigh, say goodbye Ross and his dependencies
we can sail, we can sail,
sail away, sail away, sail away
we can reach, we can beach on the shores of Tripoli
we can sail, we can sail,
sail away, sail away, sail away
from Bali to Cali - far beneath the Coral Sea
we can sail, we can sail,
sail away, sail away, sail away
from Bissau to Palau - in the shade of Avalon
we can sail, we can sail,
sail away, sail away, sail away
we can reach, we can beach far beyond the Yellow Sea.
we can sail, we can sail,
sail away, sail away, sail away
from Peru to Cebu hear the power of Babylon,
we can sail, we can sail,
sail away, sail away, sail away
we can sail, we can sail,
sail away, sail away, sail away...
I just had time to sit and savor the dream analysis. As usual, an excellent job. A few things popped out at me. In Dave's dream, he mentioned that Barbara was speaking French. I once had the opportunity to work with Brazillian exchange students, and Portugese sounds like a blend of French and Spanish. I also noticed Geoff's CROW. I had a waking "CROW" expierience. It was so profound, that I'm still working through it. I'll let you and Geoff know what I found out. I am beginning to realize that my role in our adventure is to observe sychonoicities. The other night I dreamt something about cross over dreams, my dreams lately have been that way, they blend and merge into each other.
Speaking of sychonoicites, read Lynnes blog and the responses about the Devine Feminine, we are way ahead of her. Welcome Lynne to our band of merry dreamers. I also noticed that many of the dreamers including Robert Moss, on the dream class are also dreaming of the Goddess. It's not just us, she is appearing everywhere.
I read the report briefly on Tuesday when I got home from work. Wednesday morning as I was getting ready for work and thinking of DE14, I had my iPod on shuffle. This really beautiful song came on that I didn't recognize came on, I went to look at the name of the song, it was song 14, it's title SAFE HARBOR! Curious as to what #7 was, it was GULF WATERS, more into the multiples of the number 7, I waited for number 21 to come up. I don't have the name of the song, but I'm working on finding it out. It is by Incubus and the crux of the song was about not letting life pass you by. How prophetic is my iPod. DE 14 did feel like a SAFE HARBOR.
The night of DE 14 as I listened to me iPod and meditated, I was listening to a mix, the first song was Orinoco flow. The lyrics read like some of dreams. The second song was African Bamba by Carlos Santana. It's in Spainish, the opening line is about a girl dancing a Portogese dance. One line in the song "Oye eso te vas a sentir feliz" basically it means if you listen to this you will feel happy. I think DE 14 was one of overall happiness. Hello, the key was about PEACE and LOVE!
What a wonderful expierience, I'm glad I was able to be part of it!
I'll be in touch about the CROW magic, still working on it.
Have a great weekend
Peace
Parodia
Peace Sharon
Great report as usual. and thanks to Gina, Geoff and Barbara. Roll on DE 15.
Thanks....Tom
"The weaver-man creates a wonderful garment from our many diverse threads of dreaming.As usual ,the fabric he weaves fits supurbly,and feels just right.
Thank you so much,Bill.
Just read the report
Thanks for letting me be a part of all this and thank you, Gina and Geoff for all you work.
It was fun and enlightening in many ways.
Be Well
Bárbara
Funny....when my friend Randy (new member who hasn't had time to participate yet) and I email each other, I ALWAYS sign my emails "Peace, Love, Dove"---right out of the 70s...and he signs his "Peace, Love, Service to Others." The common element being, of course, "peace" and "love." More synchronicities....I LOVE this group!!!
Peace, love & blessings to all,
Claudia
Dream Fun Experiment Number 14 Report
Thanks to bwmf (Barbara) for her wonderful work as Keyholder. Good work, Barbara!
And a big thanks for her contributions to this report. Barbara’s comments are in parentheses and are prefaced by the word “Keyholder: “
And thanks again very much to Gina and Geoff for helping me with this report. Their comments and mine are also in parentheses. I am grateful for the help from all of you wonderful Dreamers.
For the benefit of those who don’t have a lot of experience in dream interpretation, Geoff has selected a few dreams in which he gives a more in-depth analysis. We think that will be helpful to foster a greater understanding of what one might want to keep in mind when analyzing a personal dream in a complete way. Thanks for that Geoff!
As you know the key for Number 14 was a belt with a buckle that reads “Love and Peace”. The key had a very personal meaning to the Keyholder. Barbara has posted a photo of the key, along with her story, on her Intention Experiment page. Please check it out if you haven’t already:
http://theintentionexperiment.ning.com/profile/bwmf
First I will list some attributes of the key. When you see the word HIT! in the responses, that means we believe the respondent has referenced an attribute of the key:
BELT WITH ‘LOVE AND PEACE’ BUCKLE ATTRIBUTES
PEACE AND LOVE: We’re not just dealing with the ‘outside-ness’ of the key. This key has more attributes than meet the physical senses. Any expressions of the emotions of Peace and/or Love, or explicit use of those words are considered HITS! Also, this phrase gained currency during the 1960’s. Any reference to that decade is considered a HIT!
LEATHER
SILVER/PEWTER
TWISTED (In bwmf’s photo on her IE page)
SHINY
BLACK COLOR
What follows is a listing of terms that were used in your submissions that are in common across participants and some that are in common with previous Dream Fun Experiments. All words in CAPITAL letters in this report are my emphasis. Please feel free to use your own associations.
Symbols
SHIP: Vessel for transporting a Group across water. Implies heading towards a destination. Please see my end notes.
WINE: Hmm…What do you think? Wine is the natural end-product of a process that takes time. We can take it in when it’s ready. It can be social or sacramental. “Turning the water into wine” comes to mind: transubstantiation. Please see my end notes.
FEMININE DIVINE: As these Dream Experiments have progressed, I have come to believe that we have come in contact with the Divine Feminine archetype in our dreaming together. I have started a site devoted to just that purpose. If that strikes your fancy, come join us! Go here:
http://silverbowldreams.ning.com/
Those instances where we think we are encountering the archetype again in DFE # 14 are noted in context with the submissions.
RED: Red is the color of activity; it is the color of the Goddess archetype in Her active mode.
PINK: We have been associating pink with the Divine Feminine, and we will here again! ha!
BLUE: Spirituality
WHITE: Purity
FLOWERS/ especially ROSES: Signifiers of the Feminine Divine
HAIR: Hair can be symbolic for “thoughts” as it they come out of the head – the key seems to be the “thought” of Peace & Love as the item ; symbolizes the attitudes and characteristics we have. It can represent our thinking and intellectual pursuits. The style of the hair is a defining dream image.
GATHERING/BEACH/OCEAN: Many of you reported being in a gathering with others or being near a beach or ocean. ‘Way to follow directions, y’all! : )
PASSED-ON PERSONALITIES: We have had participants encounter passed-on personalities throughout these experiments. I for one believe these are actual encounters with their energy.
FISH: Spiritual; connotation with the Christ Consciousness
Those are the symbols. What follows are the participant’s submissions, in alphabetical order. They have been edited down for perceived pertinence. If you are interested in reading a dream in its completeness, they are in my comment history on my IE page. Please click “View All Comments” to go into my comment history. They are in chronological order. DFE #14 occurred on October 12, 2009.
Here we go!
Anne:
… I have … been dreaming about HAIR. I seem to brushing hair and arranging hair … Nothing terribly remarkable but very real, like being aware that I am both the dreamer and the subject. (Bill: this is similar to Candace and Dave)
Bill:
...A delivery man came in in his brown outfit. He says "I like that!" He was talking about a light-a lamp painted in a certain way. Light-hearted subjects. I looked at it. It looked nice. Brightly colored. I must have assumed that it was his work, because I asked "You use oil paints?" I think he said "Yeah, on ceramic." I think he said it was a hobby (Keyholder: this belt business was a hobby of my father; Geoff: Oil-paints are old, ancient and have been used for ages. Whereas ceramic[s] are fairly new, at least in regards to oil based paints. You say ‘do you use oil on ceramics?’ This perhaps is a metaphor for overlaying the old knowledge with the newer, more modern interpretations and revelations. The light is a self-evident symbol. This fits in with your present work of bringing the ancient arcane into the light of modern thinking. Repainting the old ideas on a modern canvas as it were.)
bwmf (Barbara/Keyholder)
…landscape of dried mud. The earth is so dry is all cracked. I see hands (Geoff: hands, our connection to the outer world of action. The embodiment of a person’s power to change something and here in this dream, to present a gift) and they are carrying the key. These must me my hands...lol... although I cannot see myself. The hand keeps moving along and I keep thinking that it must be hot but I cannot feel anything. I see nothing and no one … (Geoff: the surroundings represents one`s ways of being, or the current mood or attitude associated with the main dream-drama. Here a largess to the dried up, arid desert of the world’s current spiritual state.) As I look down at the key I find myself at the BEACH with two friends of mine. The three of us are lying down baking in the sun (Geoff: sunbathing or absorbing energy of a positive nature, also the symbol for natural expression.) and we are laughing. I am telling them about the Dream Experiment and they are joking with me in a playful manner. They are curious and I fetch the key from my beach bag so they can see. One of them tells me that maybe I shouldn't go swimming with them because I just might miss meeting all the people. I laugh and they both get up. I place the key on my beach cloth that is RED with WHITE FLOWERS (Bill: I had red and white flowers on the lamp in my dream) and hope that if someone arrives they might see it. We all go in the SEA. The waves are big and we are all having a really good time.
I wake up. I go back to sleep and everything is dark and the key is in front of me floating in mid-air. I don't think I am in this dream because I can't hold or touch the key... In my dream I am sort of worried....I am thinking maybe I shouldn't have focused so much on the key! (Keyholder: I think we can all figure out this one…as Spiderman’s uncle said “with great power comes great responsibility”… I was worrying about the key!!!)
…
10/9/09:
In my dream I was on my knees digging a hole in the sand with a 6 year old girl who is a daughter of a friend of mine. She was standing up and had a RED lollipop in her hand. I was explaining to her that if we could dig deep down we would end up in China. She was smiling and looking down into the hole that was quite deep by now. (Geoff: sands of time, as it were. Digging into an event rooted in the past; Bill: going ‘down into the sand’ reminds me of hourglass dreams that have been occurring on the Silver Bowl site.)
Then I was in a cave. No lights. Everything was dark but I knew it was a cave by the smell of the OCEAN nearby. I was trying to find my way out and had my hand on the cold rock. I kept walking along in total blackness but I felt PEACEFUL. (HIT! Oops! The Keyholder don’t get credit for hits! ha! :) The scent was wonderful. I remember thinking that I had to get out because I wanted to go to the beach but somehow the scent was pulling me back. I then saw a light and crept out of the cave and found myself in a party. (Geoff: the symbolism of the past appears here again Barbara: the cave is, perhaps, here a depiction of the womb of your being, your treasure cave of memories, past glories, and innate knowledge, and wisdom. You take stock of the situation, and then move on to make use of it. The sweet perfume is the essence of yourself- peaceful, loving.) All the people were happily dancing or drinking but I recognized no one. Red, white and blue lights were flashing all around. It looked like a disco(!!)
…( Geoff: we all love a party: dancing is the symbol of spontaneous expressions of deep human feelings of a positive nature. The way one dances depicts your current mental, and especially, your emotional balance. Another view is that it is a connection to the divine.) I was in an archeological excavation site where a few people were busy working. Nobody took any notice of me as I walked around trying to see what they were digging (Geoff: this dream revolves around delving into your past life on a voyage of discovery)... I saw a couple of wooden ladders and a lot of sand. (Geoff: the wooden ladders are images showing your long held desire to search out a past memory, the hole dug in the sand of time.) At one time I saw a sphinx and realized I was probably in Egypt... I was really excited because my MOTHER (Keyholder: the belt belonged to my mother) was born and lived in Egypt and I have never been there... I kept on walking and came upon a muddy river. At that point I remembered the key and grabbed it out of nowhere and placed it down by the riverside (just in case...lol). I just sat there enjoying a cigarette and waiting. The view was fantastic and relaxing.
Woke up. (Geoff: your mother `s “homeland” and here I feel the river is one of time flowing by in this particular dream. You take your rest and reflect by the muddy river: unclear or unresolved feelings that influence your harmony . Who needs simple words compared to the moving, vibrant visions we create in sleep surfacing without waking hindrance from our greater, uncensored unconscious.)
…
(experiment)
… all set to go to the BEACH and I FOUND MYSELF THERE but forgot to get dressed (this is really embarrasing..lol (Bill: see Natalie)... so I am there with the key and I m desperately searching for something to wrap myself in. I find this green and blue cloth and now I'm looking like a colorful version of MAHATMA GANDHI. (Bill: Gandhi was a PEACE advocate. Cut it out Barbara! No HITS! for the Keyholder! ha! : ); Geoff: the real Barbara is revealed to herself by herself.) The clouds are a heavy grey and it looks like rain but I am determined to find all of you. I see some people and I walk towards them but it turns out I know them and they are having a riot because of my outfit. (Geoff: do we not all at sometime in our lives think about how others perceive us. The sociability genes within reinforce this behavior.)
I am then on a SHIP in a middle of a storm... it is beautiful. The LIGHTINING (Keyholder: I have this feeeling I was “transported” to Natalie’s stormy night) on water is fantastic. I AM NOT ME BUT A PART OF THE CREW (Bill: I’m thinking this is saying Barbara is part of the crew for this Group Dreaming SHIP of ours, or possibly another incarnation.) I am a man running around trying to save the boat like everyone else. I looks like a cargo ship of sorts but at one point I see a huge fishnet with FISH in it squirming (Bill: FISH is a spiritual indicator. I think of the DFEs as a spiritual endeavor; the cargo is spiritual. See end notes) …I am now on a highway walking with the key... I am clearly lost. I am hitchhiking but no one stops. I finally make to a bus stop It is hot and there is no one there. I can see the key but I am alone. My daughters appear out of nowhere and I am so glad to see them. I show them the key and they smile and reassure me. My youngest is laughing but my eldest says "It's not a big deal mum. We came to pick you up". I go with them and I am happy... : ) (Geoff: A revealing dream my friend, the highway is the journey of life, or of your current situation in being the key holder. Nobody stopping to give you a lift may denote the minor isolation that your spiritual views may create for the others around you. The bus stop here may be showing the connectivity we all need for this dream-quest to be successful. We are all on the same journey and travel on the bus together on this particular road in our lives. I hope my ideas stimulate your little grey cells, Barbara)
…
Candace:
…As I prepared for sleep, and was descending down to that place, I imagined Barbara holding, in her left hand, a shiny SILVER object (HIT!)..
(Keyholder: this kind of rough silver key [Candace’s drawing of the object] has to do with the rough aspect of the buckle)
The object fit in the palm of the hand, was silver, and SHINING (HIT!) almost like a mirror The round part was a half sphere and seemed as if it could open like a locket (Keyholder:accessory?)..
I only recall one dream this time:
… All of us met on the road that was high high above the beach, much like those highways in California above the beach. (Bill: Kate has been having dreams of us looking at the beach from a different, higher perspective) The road was full of TWISTS (HIT!) and turns and switchbacks. The going was steep and challenging. The OCEAN waves crashed far below us as we moved along. We all had on similar silky running outfits. It was as if we were a TEAM (Bill: good imagery, Candace!). I have definitely been on this road before. The path was so familiar I knew when to “save steps” by cutting off corners and walking across the rocky ground between the road proper. I was helping others with directions and decisions on pace, we were conserving energy. I have a special companion, I take to be Claudia. …
At one point the “water wagon” boy shows up to make sure we have water to drink. Claudia and I go to drink some water, the containers are very unique, double glass, CURVY ORGANIC SHAPES (HIT!) with a unique opening system. The water boy wants us to take water with us…
Soon we come upon a roadside table of people ready to assist us. … There are about four people who are answering questions. We step off the road and I ask, “Do you know where the rest of our party is?” One woman looks confused at the question but then nods her head in understanding and gets up to retrieve something from yet another table that is behind her. She brings out a bottle of WINE. Now it’s my turn to get confused. The woman said there was a man here but he could not stay. He wanted us to be sure we got the bottle of wine. (Geoff: see my beach dream and the bottle of wine given to me by the white monkey; perhaps the bottle had it origins in my dream and was transferred by our connectivity to Candy`s dream?) …I took the bottle and looked at the label. There was no label as such. The place where there would be a label was like an INTRICATE CARVED AND RAISED PATTERN (Bill: the ‘Love and Peace’ is a raised pattern) in the glass itself. I studied it for a while and made out the image. It was a GARDEN (Bill: GARDENS are associated with the Feminine Divine) path towards a small house covered in vines and tucked inside a lovely flower garden. At the garden door was …ta dah…the WHITE RABBIT, standing as if presenting the door to the cottage itself as a welcome destination. Underneath the image were the words “The White Rabbit Cottage” and “Special Edition” (Geoff: Well, well indeed. My dream persona, the white rabbit, makes his appearance in another person’s dream) So we then knew that Geoff had been here looking for us and we had just missed him.( Geoff: I was out my friend, perhaps exploring a rabbit hole lol.)
Claudia:
…Unfortunately, a major electrical STORM (Keyholder: this is what I saw in my dream when I was the ship – an electrical storm. I am amazed that I had a dream with all this lightning and Claudia had a storm and couldn't sleep!) interfered with my dream intentions last night! … I remember only bits and pieces of my dreams:
...sorting and cleaning things in a military barracks...and then jewelry...jewelry with RED stones...I had a beautiful necklace with a red stone and was choosing earrings to go with it...there were many, many pieces of jewelry, most with red stones (Geoff: jewelry may depict many things, but in this dream drama it could be drawing Claudia`s attention to all the valuable and worthy attributes and enlightenment she has gained and developed over time: here it`s her attraction to dreaming and its myriad of benefits to folk)....however, there was also a gold pin in the shape of a lizard with green-stone eyes …. (Keyholder: accessories – the key was an accessory; Geoff: very interesting, Claudia. The lizard is the symbol of the ancient and very basic human qualities or drives: Sexual, survival, and other drives emanating from the automatic animal reactions of the brain`s most primitive behavour functions. Here it is benign and beautiful with green vital and growing eyes. This may be showing Claudia`s good and positive relationship with her most basic animal instincts. If aggression or violence or fear had been associated with the lizard the opposite would have been true-disharmony.)
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Corinna:
…
# 1:
My MOTHER is living in Munich, and I was there for a visit (in reality, we don't have any more contact). I was sitting in her bathtub, and a former partner of her (his name is Walter) came into the bathroom. He was standing beside the bathtub, and took off his blue jeans to join me in the bathtub. Mother came in, and we all three were sitting in the clear water. IN OPPOSITE TO REALITY BOTH WERE VERY FRIENDLY AND LISTENING TO ME. (Bill: HIT! After the key was revealed, Corinna added this: “the key fits in the fact that I was dreaming that I was in love and peace with mother and her former partner. In reality it's totally different.”)
… I asked her if she could lend Italian schoolbooks for me in her public library, she said: "Yes!" … When she was out of the bathtub again, she put some hair conditioner in her dry HAIR, and I was wondering at it. …After she was gone, she was running back to me to give me my umbrella and a doll or a soft toy. (Keyholder: all dreams concerning mothers are for me a HIT!)
# 2:
… Left of me a woman was sitting and after she had got up, I saw a SILVER (HIT!) teaspoon lying on the floor. …
# 3:
There were many people, a film crew, but I don't know if we were acting for the movie or if it was real: I was the substitute for a German teacher (Bill: Corinna is my German Teacher in real life. She corrects my pitiful attempts at German. ha!) But the students LOVED me (HIT!) and were sad when I had to leave. Maybe they protested, anyway I came back to teach them and they were applauding with joy. (Keyholder: coincidence? I am starting volunteering at a school next week helping students with homework– someone called me this week.)
And I had two visions: a bronze cup and a white cruise SHIP (Keyholder: another ship!) on the open sea.
…
Dave:
Dream 1:
Above the SHORE I was riding the wind. Soon clouds blocked the sun, and as the wind died, raindrops formed and fell toward the beach and sand below. I was among the drops, and as I to fell, toward the beach, I realized that I TOO WAS A RAINDROP. (Geoff: a transformation of being. One of the more interesting aspects of dreams; Bill: Yeah, that was pretty cool, Dave!)
No fear, no expectation, just observation of what is happening, no emotional involvement. (Bill: similar to Anne and Candace.)
…Then I was on the sand: … And I realized I was standing there, in a human body. I could feel the grit under my feet and between my toes. Others too had fallen from the sky, and now stood on the beach - though nowhere near the numbers of raindrops. Only a few of us were human and scattered along the shore. The rest had sank into the sand still as drops or were absorbed by the waveless ocean.
I knew we were all there by choice, it was what we wanted. it was a kind of strange group identification and realization.
… Still a passive observer, ,(Geoff: being passive or active in a dream shows if one is aware of your ability to resolve the dream drama. Being active generally produces changes in the waking world.) ... I saw the beach was more than just sand also. It had … low walls WINDING (HIT!) around along the shore up from the water... Some of these low ridges or walls would surround what appeared to be tidal pools. it was all a black lava rock with small sparkles of reflected light here and there. (Keyholder: lots of beaches around where I live have this appearance )
I walked to one of the tidal pools that was filled with water, and ringed by the sharp volcanic rock. I looked down into the water and it wasn't shallow, but opened up just below the surface into a huge cavern below… the size of a stadium filled with that clear clear water. I could see a variety of sea creatures floating in and around below. (Geoff: looking into caves or large dark spaces or entering into them depicts the journey of sleeping awareness into the deep subconscious/collective Universal consciousness. The sea creatures swimming about can be the images for certain of our fears, or they could be the representation of the automatic physical activities of the body. One other possibility is they symbolize the unconscious activities of the greater mind.)
My attention was distracted from this sight by a voice on the shore saying, "she's pregnant." I turned and looked and a number of people were watching a DOLPHIN travelling in the water along the shore. … I could see as the dolphin rolled around a bit in the waves that it she was definitely pregnant. And I've never seen a pregnant dolphin. (Bill: I think the DOLPHIN has been a signifier of the Divine Feminine for us in the past. That fact that she is PREGNANT is quite encouraging. Let’s see…) The dolphin … built up speed, leapt out of the ocean and arced (Bill: Roshelle saw arcs) over into the tidal pool... I, along with a number of others gathered at the edge of the opening to the cavern and looked down in to see that the dolphin was swimming in a circle, and giving birth. .. there was a point at which the dolphin stopped circling and was making an effort to help whatever it had given birth to, up to the surface. I couldn't tell what was born. It was a completely non descript shape. My eyes didn't focus on it, even though I could clearly see in detail all around it and the surface of the water it broke through to climb onto the rocky edge. A completely fuzzed out indistinct shape. The vague shape moved on down the shoreline, and though I could make out no details whatsoever, I had the impression that it was clothed in some way, and had a walking stick or staff. It was a diminutive shape, no more than 3 feet tall. My impression also told me that there was a sound of rain coming from the walking stick - much like a 'rain stick' made from a cactus. I did not see any detail of this, it was just an impression or thought of what could be shrouded by that unfocused form. it was at this point that I came awake. The AC kicked in and woke me. (Keyholder: HELP!)
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Dream 2:
I walked along the SHORE, …. My destination was this broken down cafe. I approached and entered the cafe, ... A WOMAN was sitting at one of the tables at the edge of the deck overlooking the water and she turned and smiled in welcome as I approached. This was the person I was supposed to meet. Over her shoulder I saw a pelican standing on the top of one of the posts, a support for the now absent pier, and it jumped off the post taking flight along the shoreline.
The woman I recognized, though she spoke French and I understood little if anything at all she said. Still we were supposed to meet so I joined her at the table when she gestured the invitation. In my mind's eye, after waking I was sure it was Barbara. But French? We sat at the table for some time enjoying the view, and the quiet. The table was set with plates, SILVER (HIT!) and a couple of goblets of what I assume to have been WINE. The pelican I saw launch itself a little while ago flew by skimming the water dipping its bill to capture fish close to the surface. it then gained some altitude and flew up to he railing right next to where we were seated. It then dropped quite deftly onto our plates a FISH for each of us. It also deposited an organ that contained roe (fish eggs) (Bill: Spiritual pregnancy again.) from the fish. … after enjoying a couple of bites, I woke from the dream with the alarm. (Keyholder: ANOTHER HELP)
(Geoff: such wonderful recall, Dave. The details are so intense)
Eileen:
… Had a dream where someone was sitting on the BEACH (Good job dreaming of a beach, Eileen!) and there was a largish, round stick (a stave?) upright in front of them…
Fast Eddy:
…I was dreaming that I was having a birthday party for me but that I was unhappy about having a PARTY. (Keyholder: in one of my dreams I ended up in a party too.)
At my party, the usual relatives were there. I typically ACT LIKE A LONER AT FAMILY PARTIES (Keyholder: HIT!) and don’t interact with my relatives very much because I have very few common interests with them. .. I was the guest of honor so I was forced to be more of a social person than normal and this made me unhappy or rather feeling pretentious.…A few of my cousins decided to go for a motorcycle ride on their HARLEYS (Gina: the belt presented – wide leather belt with large buckle – reminds me of the style associated with motorcyclist) ... We could hear a rebroadcast of Neil Armstrong’s MOON LANDING. (Bill: MOON is another signifier of the Goddess) …
I also had a couple of visions when I wasn’t dreaming …had a vision of something RED with something BLACK coming out of the top of it. (Keyholder: colour of belt HIT!) The nearest shape I can relate what I saw was like a red ice-cream bowl with 4 BLACK (Keyholder: colour of belt) Plastic spoons protruding from the top of the bowl. Another possible object to explain what I saw in my mind would be a red ladle with a BLACK (Keyholder: colour of belt) handle and something dark sticking up out above the lip of the ladle. Another object I saw when I wasn’t dreaming was a yellow oval with TWO smaller gold OVALS (Gina: I flagged this as, could the buckle appear with it curvy letters as ovals??) in the upper portion of the yellow object. ..
Geoff:
(10/7/9)
… hundreds of magnifying glasses were everywhere, gigantic ones, microscopic ones and a blue sky that was absolutely raining with them. Here`s the rub, within each magnifying glass was a large enlarged blue human eye. A group of people were all using these magnifiers to look at a purple marble statue (immense in size) sat on a sandy, hot plain. The folk were dressed alike; the men in white suits, shirts and white ties, the lady-folk in white gowns and shoes. Both the men and the women were all wearing a SILVER (HIT! Keyholder: the buckle of the key was made of pewter) ornate chain festooned with green gems around there necks. …
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…I found myself in an a vast, stone built, and very beautiful CHURCH. The seating seemed to go on into infinity to my left and right and behind me. To my front was a great altar of white marble on which stood the BLUE/WHITE statue of a female: perhaps it was MARY (Bill: Divine Feminine signifier). The MADONNA has a bunch of fresh sweet smelling FLOWERS cradled in her arms, like a baby. The grand space echoed with music that came and went like a breeze. To my left, about 10 yards away, sat a very ancient OLD LADY (Bill: Divine Feminine in Her Crone aspect?) dressed in rags. She smiles at me and then throws me an object that catches the bright sunlight pouring in from impossibly high STAINED-GLASS WINDOWS. (Bill: spiritual symbolism) It sparkles and SHINES (HIT!) with the reflected light of the windows, many, many colours. It is a small BLACK (Keyholder: the buckle of the key was made of pewter) book with a gold and SILVER (Keyholder: colour of the buckle HIT!) border around the entire book... It feels very warm and "magnetic" to the touch. .. I then hear a crow cry as it flies over my head and perches on the Madonna statue`s left shoulder. I begin to think that I have an appointment to keep, but I`m not certain where. Then I feel a growing sense that something is behind me, and getting closer. The world seems to "tip" and fall out of focus then and I can feel myself falling backwards... A very loud and resonant BELL CHIMES at that moment and the crow, now huge and imposing flies from off the statue and sinks its talons into my head. I feel no pain or any discomfort at all. We fall together into the whirlpool of light to my rear. My next certain dream-memory is of fluttering softly as a feather down onto a sandy SHORE in full magical sunshine. I`m sleeping on a beach towel that feels like a thick, comfy duvet. The breeze is cool and very gentle on my skin and I can smell, ROSES; almost taste them in the salty air. I hear a WOMAN`S voice speaking to to saying:” wake up Geoff or you`ll miss the PARTY......I sit up and find a tall glass in my hand with a BLUE (Bill: a spiritual color) liquid and ice in it. I am very thirsty then and take a drink. It tastes so good. The best tasting cold drink I`ve ever had. I feel full of energy and very healthy.
I survey my surrounds......I see and ANCIENT SAILING SHIP with huge RED crosses (Keyholder: the cross that Portugal and Spain used to fly during the Crusades?) on it rigged sails. MARINERS (Gina: could also be referred to as a SwashBUCKLEY???) are everywhere tending to the ship which is anchored off shore. A 1600 century figure approaches me on the sandy warm beach. He has a wide brimmed hat with a PINK feather mounted on it. (Gina: how similar is this to a silver bowl with a pink rose??? Ha!) He bows to me in a very ostentatious way and waves his hat across his body. He then speaks to me saying:” Is this the NEW WORLD, sir," "Are we really here." I embrace the bearded Captain and say: "Yes my friend, yes." (Bill: please see my end notes) The dreams ends here.......it was wonderful, so very real, indeed......Rabbit. (Keyholder: sounds like a piece of Portugal’s history during the Discovery Period)
… another dream …I`m sat at a table in a CAFÉ (Bill: an area for taking in food/knowledge) in a crystal city, made of glass. Everything is made of crystal and glass. I`m eating clear transparent veggies with a glass fork and knife. On the table of glass is a paperweight. It is a glass sphere about 2 inch in diameter .Within the sphere is a multi-coloured butterfly; the only colour in the entire sparkling city. The sky is purple with green clouds and the sun is a orange-red colour.It is very big and takes up a fair portion of the sky. I hear a host of WIND CHIMES (Bill: bells are heralds) all sounding at once that is so very pleasing to the ear. From above a swarm of light blue butterflies twist and slowly swirl and dive down to me at the table. I find myself in a cloud of these fragile insects and they begin to settle on my naked body. The next thing; I appear to be MADE OF BLUE BUTTERFLIES (Bill: Geoff, this reminds me of your Silver Bowl dream where you end up being MADE of flowers!) and I beat my diaphanous wings up down. Then I awake, or appear to, in my own bed in the morning sunlight. I record the Time travel dream then go to have a coffee. In the kitchen I find my long gone MOTHER (Keyholder: the belt belonged to my mother who has been long gone too) making breakfast has I remember her doing as a child. I then become lucid and thank the Universe for the gift of seeing my mam once more. We talk over eggs and toast, then a bowl of porridge. She shares many things with me.
After a time, it grows dark outside and she tells me its time to go back to bed.
We kiss and cuddle and she takes me to bed. I`m a little kid again and don`t want to leave her. She says all will be well as she tucks me into bed. She sang my favourite song to me....I only catch these words......"Don`t cry little FISH....don`t you cry”....sleeps takes me and I dream again within the dream.
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Here is my last dream of the night…
I`m walking down a craggy, rocky outcropping of rock. The SEA is 200 feet below me. It’s a cold and rainy day with a strong wind blowing in from the rough and white topped waves of the sea. (Bill: STORMY again) Below me,on the sandy beach, is a very colourful procession of many people singing and dancing their way along the sands. I have a kind of optical instrument in my hand which I raise to my eye. Pointing it at the throng of folk below I see people I recognize… plus many I could not quite make out. I seemed to fall into the instrument and then found myself on the BEACH but now it was a sunny day and very warm. A little toddler (Keyholder: in one of my dreams I had a child with me on the beach) came over to me dragging a soft, fluffy toy behind her in the sand. She picked up the toy and handed it to me. She said in an adult voice:"This came for you from the island in the sea." The toy was a little DOLPHIN BLUE and WHITE in colour with big eyes. The little girl then ran to a group of people sat having a picnic on the sand not far away. I followed her and introduced myself to the group. I was asked to sit and join them in their meal-which was mostly brightly coloured FRUIT that was much bigger than normal: huge grapes 2 inch across and apples as big as basketballs. BANANAS as large as a human arm. Even the blueberries were the size of oranges. I ate and ate; the fruit tasted so good and juicy. I felt a tap on my shoulder, on turning, I was greeted by a huge furry WHITE monkey dressed in RED shorts and a BLUE vest. He said:"Don`t forget the dolphin`s WINE, it’s important."He gave me a bottle of white wine that appeared to glow with an inner WHITE LIGHT.........A transformation happened and I found myself riding a huge black winged stallion galloping down a RED beach towards ancient, crumbling ruins on a promontory jutting out into the turquoise sea. The recognition that I was dreaming quickly came to me.
I decided to ride the stallion into the air and over the beach. We flew back to the merry band of partying people and landed amidst them. Everyone was patting the great stallion and talking to it. This made me feel really happy and content. I put the bottle of wine I was carrying down on a table near the group along with the other collection of bottles of beer and wine already there. The smell of cooking food assailed my senses and I felt extremely hungry........Next memory is of being sat with this group of folk and animals of every kind gazing out to sea at dusk. One of the ladies present said:"All join hands now." (Keyholder: for years this is a phrase I am known for among my friends when we are all together around a table having dinner or lunch… it has become a private joke among us) We did and the entire group of us began to levitate into the fresh night air........the next dream memory is of being sat on the black winged stallion watching the crowd, still holding hands ,ascend higher into the now starry sky within a light blue glowing aura of light. Behind me I noticed the sound of a water fountain; the stallion and I turned towards it. I heard the rush of air and felt it on my skin, a far away singing came to my ears, then ......nothing else,I woke to the new day.
What a night of dreaming it was......an emotional roller-coaster of an evening in dreamland. (Keyholder: wonderful dream. You all figure this one out…lol)
(End Part One of Two)
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