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Sunshine
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Dreamscape Three Have I opened a pathway, by accepting the reality of unconscious stimuli? ~*~ “Hers was a life of honor and genius; respect that, if nothing else.” Last words first, as the scape came through in three levels. It was all geometric design, in an arid country, clearest blue skies, not a hint of cloud. Akin to the treasures of the Yucatan, it seemed, I was high upon the old blocks of buildings from long ago, but I saw below me a maze, and had to traverse these obstacles in some way to cross the water to get to the other side, because I knew someone was waiting. As I steadily worked my way downward, I realized I was in an advanced age and had to tread carefully, cautiously, being sure of each footstep. The journey seemed effortless. Half-way down, I looked again at the geometric complexity of the landscape before me, and realized that the maze was larger than it first appeared, and wondered if I would be able to find my way out again. Above me a voice came from someone, who said to wait – he would show me the way. I did not trust the voice, and proceeded alone. The graininess of the huge blocks of stone was very clear to me – it seemed that throughout all stages of the dreamscape, tactile sensations were very pronounced. I continued down the light colored steps and stopped to try to perceive their exact color. A deep blonde color is the best that came to me then, and now. Not golden, not tan, no hint of red or gray…just a deep warm blonde color of stone. By now I was down to the main level and was apparently “following my senses;” I knew my way out, it seemed. I came up to a stone bridge with lovely hieroglyphics and below me was a very deep chasm with the bluest water and raging white caps, which indicated a rushing river, but I was not afraid, and crossed the bridge to the other side. The voice from behind me was calling out for me to wait, but I could not – I was expected to appear “somewhere” and felt that I was running late. ~*~ After a moment of turning in bed, it was about 2:30 a.m., I fell back into a second dream. This one was short and very much “present time”. As I work in a law office, it did not seem strange at all that I was surrounded by stacks of paper that seemed to be growing young tree limbs. [As we often refer to the cutting down of trees in huge lawsuits, this made sense to me.] A huge sigh escaped me [perhaps in real as well as in dream] and I set myself down upon a very high chair and began working through the stacks. [To say that my workload is overwhelming at present is most obvious] ~*~ Then the dream veered again. Still seeming to be in some part of the [my] office, I was at a work counter, which was clear and clean of any papers, machines, etc. Immediately there were three men around me. My left hip was adjacent to the counter and I was standing quietly, listening to the men talk about a woman. I knew the man immediately to my right – he is a partner in the firm, very tall and at times, can seem over-powering in his presence, but he was not, at this time, threatening in any manner. Immediately in front of me was a dapper, older gentleman and I remember him with clarity. A third man stood in back of the second man and he seemed to be in shadows. I would say he is of average height, but other than that, I can give no further detail. It was the conversation of the men regarding a recently deceased woman that held my interest. I seemed to be invisible to all but the one man, the second one. He was dressed in a somber, light colored gray suit. He wore a cream colored shirt against which lay a soft yellow tie. He wore a very brilliant small red carnation in his lapel. His hair was silver gray, receding from the brow, but very smooth and soft in appearance. His eyes were a light, clear blue, and he alone seemed to know I was there. The man to my right was talking of the woman’s funeral, and his voice seemed angry, gruff, disenchanted with the process. “How dare they make such a display of her passing! She should have been placed into the ground with little fanfare. Did you see that casket; it was a mockery of her estate. She did not deserve such tribute. It would have been better had she been cremated. That was what I had advised them!” I was surprised at this outpouring because this would not be the normal actions or words of this man in real life. The dapper gentleman seemed perplexed, saddened. I was very surprised at my sudden physical closeness to him. In some way, I seemed to be standing at the counter, but my legs also seemed to be entwined with his legs. I was either sitting on the counter where he had one leg up on the counter, and my leg[s] were over his – but I also seemed to still be standing. I did not seem to think the closeness to be odd, and he seemed not to notice it at all. He did look away from the man on my right, as it looking out into space, but all that was opposite him was a wall. At this time I noticed that he wore a cuff earring on his left ear. On that silver earring, I saw the hieroglyphics from the stone walls carved into his earrings. He was remorseful over the dead woman. He turned then and looked directly at me, without saying a word, but intimating that I might speak, to say something, anything, to break the tenseness of the moment. My voice seemed to come out, clear, low, sure, and strong. “Hers was a life of honor and genius; respect that, if nothing else.” |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
I am envious of your dream recall with such clarity as I rarely remember any dreams I may have. I wonder if your sub conscious sees others on a different plane than you perceive them and it is that subconscious picture which fuels your dreams. I'm ever fascinated when I do recall a dream how natural very bizarre events seem within the dream itself. Well told tale. KJ Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
I'm in total agreement with KayJay Akasic records also come to mind, and the bridge, may signify accesssing another world...also the clear river raging, might mean trouble ahead...for which you were or are going to be called? This to me, is a powerful spiritual walk my friend...and heck, I certainly could be wrong...but, the colors you saw of the one man was mourning? Yet, understanding for the loss... 3 men might be emotions...the emotions of someone you care deeply about? the pale steps might signify accessing knowledge? and in the end, you spoke to the man...who was indignant... which signifys you were going against all odds and classes that society deems, stating the importance and significance of everyone? Well, what ever it all means, thanks so very much for sharing...insightful and full of many messages, I think. But most of all, all this means birth, patience, learning and communication with self and a higher source listening to that source... could also be a reassurance that even though time flies in this world, we are being prepared? Hugs and thank you, not only for sharing, but the challenge of trying to help you disciper it all. Well done, my friend! |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
Another interpretation came to me as I thought upon your words. Certainly the sense of descending, coupled with your awareness of age, may well be a sense of the passage of time in your life. My feeling of the maze becoming clear, yet even more involved, suggests that your writing career awaits you, but may well demand more of you than you've heretofore reckoned on. Like Lee, I'm appreciative of your sharing. Hugs KJ Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sissie First, it occurs to me that the "advanced age" of the woman, is in spirit age, not necessarily physical. The landscape below would be her life, or as if she were in "heaven" looking down on earth life. The journey is effortless, yet someone is trying to call her back. The blond color is interesting because you say it was a pure color, with no other tints in it. It is obvious to me that your looking back at your life, after death. You have a strong independent streak in life, perhaps it hold to you after life also, or you only trust yourself. You obviously don't trust the person calling for you to come back that is offering help. -------- The new scene at work is obvious....and the reference to the trees is interesting. Perhaps some guilt for using all that peper? In the next scene with the three men...you are the dead person they are talking about. These men or symbols of people or groups of people in your life, I think. The words the woman say at the end...these are things that you want people to feel about you after your death..yes? Very interesting dream! I wish I could remember mine with as much detail.  |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
I think it is marvelous you are logging your dreams, Karilea....they will reveal their truths. On this one, perhaps I'd go along with LeeJ's interpretation, but not sure. All the comments seem to hit near something....but I don't want to venture a guess. I definitely do believe this has to do with the development and purification of soul, SIL.......so interesting. love ya, Jo |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Amazing how you can recall your dreams with such clarity! I go along with the others here Karilea, especially Martie's interpretation. I'm wondering back to the second dream.. could the small infant you were caring for be your forthcoming book? After all it is like a baby, no? It's good to see you paying attention to these dreams as they do act as signals to forthcoming events. Thank you for sharing them with us and giving us a chance to decipher them. Also...I see "DreamScapes" as a book.  |
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