10-05-2010, 06:33 AM
Here are three of my dreams, with interpretations, from the night of 12/7/2007:
1st dream--
This was a long and convoluted dream, and contained some very personal things, so I'll just skip to the end of the dream, which contains the important parts. I was at the house of a family to whom I am close, and have many attachments. In the dream, the house had no resemblance to the design and location of their real house. In the last scene of the dream, I am outside the house, on the street in front of it. The house is beautiful, and the neighborhood is beautiful---large old all-brick homes with ivy covered walls, huge trees in the yards, and brick walls around the yards. The neighborhood looks like one of the finer neighborhoods one finds in cities of the piedmont regions of North Carolina or Virginia (if you've ever been in one of the ritzier older neighborhoods of Winston-Salem, Chapel Hill, or Charlottesville, you'll know what I mean). I am standing on the sidewalk across the street from the house, looking at the brick wall surrounding the yard. I notice that it was built in stages, each one of bricks, each layer about 14-15 inches high. It is clear that the first 3 layers were built into the original wall, but that it was added to successively over time, and there are several more layers in most parts of the wall, so that it is now about 6 feet high in parts; some other parts have more layers, and the wall curves up to heights of 10 or 12 feet at its highest parts, which are parts that screen the picture windows of the house from the road. Except for the first 3 layers, the bricks in each later layer are different from those in each other layer, which is how I know that the layers came in stages.
Standing next to me on the sidewalk is the youngest daughter of the family, Christy. In real (current) life, she is now in her late 30s, married with two children, but in the dream she is the same innocent 5-year old child I grew up next to.
The family's house is on the corner of a 3-way intersection. Christy points to a house on the other side of the crossing road, diagonally across the intersection from her house. It, too, is a beautiful old brick home, this one in the Colonial style, but curiously, it has the first names of the owners in neon lights around the door, along with the "Subway" restaurant logo. The owners apparently are running a sub shop in their basement. Christy says, "They sell a meat called 'Sub' in there. I have to explain to her that "sub" is a type of sandwich, not a type of meat.
Interpretation:
As I said, I am very close to this family. I am in the same soul group as its members, and we have had many incarnations together. Their beautiful old home in the dream is a Mansion, and is a reference to Cayce's "many mansions" comment, comparing ones body in a physical incarnation to a mansion. The different layers in the walls represent our mutual incarnations. The fact that the wall has more layers in some parts, and less in others, reveals that my number of mutual incarnations differs with different members of the family. That it is shown as a wall indicates our karmic burdens, and the fact that through our incarnations, we have been putting up barriers to reunification (spiritual reunification with The One), rather than coming closer together. It is also a metaphor for the general spiritual condition of humanity.
The representation of Christy as an innocent 5-year-old signifies the group's naiveté toward our spiritual mission, and our true natures. The 'sub' in the basement of the neighbor's house represents our true selves, our true natures that underlay our 3rd-density physical shells. My remark about the "sub" sandwiches means that I will have to explain to them about our true natures and our spiritual path.
2nd dream:
I have a good friend named Chad who is a hunting and fishing guide, and I have hunted and fished with him often. Recently he married a lovely woman named Liz, and they have a home on Maryland's Eastern Shore. In the dream, I am in their kitchen (as with the previous dream, the house bears no resemblance to their real house). The kitchen is horribly cluttered; every surface is covered with stuff....pots, glasses, cutting boards, etc, most of which are used and in need of washing. I am desperately craving some hot tea. I try to find a clean vessel to make it in, and a space on a burner of the stove to heat it up, and have a difficult time with both tasks, due to the overwhelming clutter. It takes me a very long time and I finally have to settle for a 500-ml laboratory beaker that isn't quite clean.
I go to the sink to put some water in it, and notice that there is a spider adhering to the end of the spigot. (Spiders are the only thing in life that I find really creepy). I don't want to have my water wash over the spider, or have the spider fall into my beaker, so I grab a fork and try to knock it off, which doesn't work; then I try a knife, and still fail; I spend a frustratingly long time trying to get the spider off the spigot, and fail, so I have to settle for water run through a spider. So finally, after what seems like an eternity, I manage to make some tea, but the dream ends before I can manage to drink it.
Interpretation:
The tea represents my goal, spiritual enlightenment. The clutter in the kitchen represents my material attachments, which are getting in the way of my spiritual advancement. The water represents underlying true self. The spider is the "internal dialogue" (Castaneda's term), which keeps interfering with meditation, and which is a barrier to connection with the true self. The lesson is that I must work on removing material attachments, and on stopping the internal dialogue, before I will be able to reach my goal.
3rd dream:
(Preface): When I was in college, I was in a traveling troupe of dancers, and we performed all over the eastern United States and in Europe. It was a great experience. Oddly, though, besides our loves of dance and music, I had little in common with most of the other members of the troupe, and have not remained in contact with most of them after graduation.
In the dream, I am reunited with them, and our director. We are at a camp, the kind of summer-camp that children go to. There is a hill with a building on it, and on either side of the hill, at the base, are ponds, which drain into a nearby river. At the outlet to the larger pond, there is a concrete culvert, and on the pond side, at the base of the dam, is a large iron wheel which is connected to a valve and pump, that allow the ponds to be filled with water pumped in from the river. Standing next to the wheel is Terry, one of the dancers. Our director is standing next to me on the pond dam, and tells Terry to turn the wheel and flood the ponds with river water. I know, without having to be told, that the ponds contain very large fish, but since the ponds are at normal water level, and thus relatively shallow, all the big fish are out in the middle of the ponds, in the deep water and on the bottom, so they are not available to us. If the ponds are flooded with water, the water level will rise, and the big fish will move into shallow water to feed, and be catchable (this, by the way, is what happens in real life).
So Terry turns the wheel, and the ponds fill rapidly with river water, almost to the point of overflowing, and I have to signal him to shut the water off, so the ponds don't overflow and wash out all the fish. We then proceed up the hill to the building, where we will find rods and reels for fishing. Now, I love to fish, and I especially love to catch big fish, so I am very excited, and can hardly wait.
We enter the building, and find that it contains many racks holding hundreds of rods and reels, most of which are not attached to each other. The rods and reels are large and stout, built for handling very heavy fish, and when I notice this, it only increases my excitement. The building is also filled with people, and I realize that the ponds will be crowded. Some people are already assembling the rods and reels, and handing them out to others, so instead of doing this for myself, I patiently wait my turn. Most of the people in the building clearly are novice fishermen, and while waiting for a rod, I show some of them how to tie rigs, how to bait hooks, etc.
However, very quickly, before I can react, most of the people, and most of the equipment, are already down at the ponds. I rush to the window just in time to see a kid down at the smaller pond land an enormous catfish. I go back to the rack of rods to see what's available, but can't find a reel type that I like. I look around, and by the time I have made a circuit of the racks, all of the reels are gone, and there are only rods with no reels or line, and a few puzzled and frustrated people, who, like me, have no way to partake of that fantastic fishing down at the ponds. My frustration and consternation are unbearable.
Interpretation:
This one was a real puzzler, and I had to think about it a long time before coming to a conclusion. The big fish in the ponds are the prize--spiritual advancement. The act of flooding the ponds represents opportunity to advance. The various rod & reel combos represent pathways to spiritual advancement, and their abundance signifies that there are many paths open to us. The fact that I don't manage to get one on time represents my own hesitation. The lesson is that many people are advancing, through many paths, and that I will "miss the boat" if I don't plunge in and start; and that I shouldn't wait for a path that is "just right", but should go ahead and work with what I have now.
1st dream--
This was a long and convoluted dream, and contained some very personal things, so I'll just skip to the end of the dream, which contains the important parts. I was at the house of a family to whom I am close, and have many attachments. In the dream, the house had no resemblance to the design and location of their real house. In the last scene of the dream, I am outside the house, on the street in front of it. The house is beautiful, and the neighborhood is beautiful---large old all-brick homes with ivy covered walls, huge trees in the yards, and brick walls around the yards. The neighborhood looks like one of the finer neighborhoods one finds in cities of the piedmont regions of North Carolina or Virginia (if you've ever been in one of the ritzier older neighborhoods of Winston-Salem, Chapel Hill, or Charlottesville, you'll know what I mean). I am standing on the sidewalk across the street from the house, looking at the brick wall surrounding the yard. I notice that it was built in stages, each one of bricks, each layer about 14-15 inches high. It is clear that the first 3 layers were built into the original wall, but that it was added to successively over time, and there are several more layers in most parts of the wall, so that it is now about 6 feet high in parts; some other parts have more layers, and the wall curves up to heights of 10 or 12 feet at its highest parts, which are parts that screen the picture windows of the house from the road. Except for the first 3 layers, the bricks in each later layer are different from those in each other layer, which is how I know that the layers came in stages.
Standing next to me on the sidewalk is the youngest daughter of the family, Christy. In real (current) life, she is now in her late 30s, married with two children, but in the dream she is the same innocent 5-year old child I grew up next to.
The family's house is on the corner of a 3-way intersection. Christy points to a house on the other side of the crossing road, diagonally across the intersection from her house. It, too, is a beautiful old brick home, this one in the Colonial style, but curiously, it has the first names of the owners in neon lights around the door, along with the "Subway" restaurant logo. The owners apparently are running a sub shop in their basement. Christy says, "They sell a meat called 'Sub' in there. I have to explain to her that "sub" is a type of sandwich, not a type of meat.
Interpretation:
As I said, I am very close to this family. I am in the same soul group as its members, and we have had many incarnations together. Their beautiful old home in the dream is a Mansion, and is a reference to Cayce's "many mansions" comment, comparing ones body in a physical incarnation to a mansion. The different layers in the walls represent our mutual incarnations. The fact that the wall has more layers in some parts, and less in others, reveals that my number of mutual incarnations differs with different members of the family. That it is shown as a wall indicates our karmic burdens, and the fact that through our incarnations, we have been putting up barriers to reunification (spiritual reunification with The One), rather than coming closer together. It is also a metaphor for the general spiritual condition of humanity.
The representation of Christy as an innocent 5-year-old signifies the group's naiveté toward our spiritual mission, and our true natures. The 'sub' in the basement of the neighbor's house represents our true selves, our true natures that underlay our 3rd-density physical shells. My remark about the "sub" sandwiches means that I will have to explain to them about our true natures and our spiritual path.
2nd dream:
I have a good friend named Chad who is a hunting and fishing guide, and I have hunted and fished with him often. Recently he married a lovely woman named Liz, and they have a home on Maryland's Eastern Shore. In the dream, I am in their kitchen (as with the previous dream, the house bears no resemblance to their real house). The kitchen is horribly cluttered; every surface is covered with stuff....pots, glasses, cutting boards, etc, most of which are used and in need of washing. I am desperately craving some hot tea. I try to find a clean vessel to make it in, and a space on a burner of the stove to heat it up, and have a difficult time with both tasks, due to the overwhelming clutter. It takes me a very long time and I finally have to settle for a 500-ml laboratory beaker that isn't quite clean.
I go to the sink to put some water in it, and notice that there is a spider adhering to the end of the spigot. (Spiders are the only thing in life that I find really creepy). I don't want to have my water wash over the spider, or have the spider fall into my beaker, so I grab a fork and try to knock it off, which doesn't work; then I try a knife, and still fail; I spend a frustratingly long time trying to get the spider off the spigot, and fail, so I have to settle for water run through a spider. So finally, after what seems like an eternity, I manage to make some tea, but the dream ends before I can manage to drink it.
Interpretation:
The tea represents my goal, spiritual enlightenment. The clutter in the kitchen represents my material attachments, which are getting in the way of my spiritual advancement. The water represents underlying true self. The spider is the "internal dialogue" (Castaneda's term), which keeps interfering with meditation, and which is a barrier to connection with the true self. The lesson is that I must work on removing material attachments, and on stopping the internal dialogue, before I will be able to reach my goal.
3rd dream:
(Preface): When I was in college, I was in a traveling troupe of dancers, and we performed all over the eastern United States and in Europe. It was a great experience. Oddly, though, besides our loves of dance and music, I had little in common with most of the other members of the troupe, and have not remained in contact with most of them after graduation.
In the dream, I am reunited with them, and our director. We are at a camp, the kind of summer-camp that children go to. There is a hill with a building on it, and on either side of the hill, at the base, are ponds, which drain into a nearby river. At the outlet to the larger pond, there is a concrete culvert, and on the pond side, at the base of the dam, is a large iron wheel which is connected to a valve and pump, that allow the ponds to be filled with water pumped in from the river. Standing next to the wheel is Terry, one of the dancers. Our director is standing next to me on the pond dam, and tells Terry to turn the wheel and flood the ponds with river water. I know, without having to be told, that the ponds contain very large fish, but since the ponds are at normal water level, and thus relatively shallow, all the big fish are out in the middle of the ponds, in the deep water and on the bottom, so they are not available to us. If the ponds are flooded with water, the water level will rise, and the big fish will move into shallow water to feed, and be catchable (this, by the way, is what happens in real life).
So Terry turns the wheel, and the ponds fill rapidly with river water, almost to the point of overflowing, and I have to signal him to shut the water off, so the ponds don't overflow and wash out all the fish. We then proceed up the hill to the building, where we will find rods and reels for fishing. Now, I love to fish, and I especially love to catch big fish, so I am very excited, and can hardly wait.
We enter the building, and find that it contains many racks holding hundreds of rods and reels, most of which are not attached to each other. The rods and reels are large and stout, built for handling very heavy fish, and when I notice this, it only increases my excitement. The building is also filled with people, and I realize that the ponds will be crowded. Some people are already assembling the rods and reels, and handing them out to others, so instead of doing this for myself, I patiently wait my turn. Most of the people in the building clearly are novice fishermen, and while waiting for a rod, I show some of them how to tie rigs, how to bait hooks, etc.
However, very quickly, before I can react, most of the people, and most of the equipment, are already down at the ponds. I rush to the window just in time to see a kid down at the smaller pond land an enormous catfish. I go back to the rack of rods to see what's available, but can't find a reel type that I like. I look around, and by the time I have made a circuit of the racks, all of the reels are gone, and there are only rods with no reels or line, and a few puzzled and frustrated people, who, like me, have no way to partake of that fantastic fishing down at the ponds. My frustration and consternation are unbearable.
Interpretation:
This one was a real puzzler, and I had to think about it a long time before coming to a conclusion. The big fish in the ponds are the prize--spiritual advancement. The act of flooding the ponds represents opportunity to advance. The various rod & reel combos represent pathways to spiritual advancement, and their abundance signifies that there are many paths open to us. The fact that I don't manage to get one on time represents my own hesitation. The lesson is that many people are advancing, through many paths, and that I will "miss the boat" if I don't plunge in and start; and that I shouldn't wait for a path that is "just right", but should go ahead and work with what I have now.