I'm in a garden. Walking a path of grey concrete slabs along a flower bed. I see a badger and squirrel (?) side by side, like playing at the foot of a tree, they are children. I must have frightened them with my heavy steps, they hide in a hole of the tree.
This is for Dafu -Mu of the peace bridge.
I feel like I'm in my the garden of my mother's mother, though she isn't present. I had dreams in this place time and again over the years, without her showing up. In my heart it is a shiny place, and I loved the squirrels running the trees, so playful, shy and curious.
An armed conflict. Outside in a field by a house. The opponent army enters our territory. They are uniformed, yellow and red, men and women, each carrying a gun. They are meeting us kind of unprepared. In plain cloth. But I'm ready to defend, and while I face a uniformed woman holding her gun to my head, and me raising my bare fists, we get aware there are children. They are everywhere between us ... adults who are ready to kill each other. Everybody's children, regardless of friend or foe. I know she feels them like I do.
On October, 18th Jeremy Seligson from South Korea asked " What can you do to stop the possibility of war?"
Sunday, October 15, 2017 - (150 w.)
Many children around in this house. I suggest something as a solution for a conflict. Feeling full of love. Blurry recall.
Incubation: I thought of Da-Fu Mu, but also wished for a dream going into my challenging emotions around love. Muddling up, or did the dream reply creatively? I think the latter :)
I followed Jean's suggestion to find out “How May I Assist?” (in creating peace). This dream seems to point again to how the personal (inner conflicts) is the political - or part of collective consciousness. ...
Friday, October 13, 2017 - (150 w.)
I'm standing with a scientist to my left - related to IASD - on my terrace behind the house, looking west over the wall. His age is hard to tell, he is at least as high, as I am, sturdy, brown (maybe colored) a bit deranged hair and a similar wild full beard. We are talking about psi, and I say not every dream is necessarily psi, which doesn't mean I think psi doesn't exist, only that we need to ... keep open to all possibilities.
If I ask my dream the question “How May I Assist?” (with world peace) this dream seems to say: Research the original roots of the science of group dreaming, of field consciousness and coherence. Understand those who got it started.
The scientist part may relate to the past PDC, as well as to the research I'm currently doing on the work of HeartMath institute.
I earlier watched some ...
first PDC dream
Riding my car in the city. A construction site before me, I notice I'm driving the opposite lane and correct. Now from the right site a huge truck tries to make a right turn, while the construction site narrows our three lanes into two. I stop and somehow feel telepathically connected to the driver.
I wake up exhausted, and think how this is my life, a construction site with surprising turns and how this also is the PDC, where our team plays perfectly and flexible like in telepathic connection, and everything is moving smoothly.
Now I'm better, after physical exercise and meditation.
Someone is telling me about his or her home country, names rivers I never heard of in a language I don't know. I see an old map.
This one is incubated for the World Dreams Peace Bridge. A friend from Australia asked for our dreams, because "right now some super focused and explicitly expressed intention is needed more than ever." This in the face of the escalating saber rattling of Trump/ US and Kim Jong-un/ North Korea.
The mother of my father was a German - Russian born in Ukraine, so it may be I tuned into my family ...
Saturday, June 17, 2017 - (400 w.)
6 am CEST
Outside in a rural landscape with a small lake, trees. I'm part of a group, it feels like we are on a field trip, exploring.
Incubated for the psidreamers tuning in to the IASD conference telepathy contest. I still have my incubation for LD4all in mind: Visiting the Astral Temple, adding a lovely garden.
In the dream there is something constructed, relating to LD4all incubation and a scenic surrounding. I'm with a group I identify with my psidreamers friends. There is so much attention on the birds, and their ...
Wednesday, March 1, 2017 - (350 w.)
In hospital on my ward my superior SF is asking me about some accessories we ordered for some artificial circulation system, high tech heart support. They are very expensive.
Well, at first I thought this is about hospital only. And how I become a leader, or how leaders are asking my advice.
Thursday, October 13, 2016 - (550 w.)
Super Moon in Aries
We are a group of monk - soldiers, dressed in brown frocks, but they rather look like well - fitted uniforms. All men, as I feel. We are outside, in rather untamed nature, a sandy small canyon, like once cut by a river into a landscape of rolling mounds. We are retreating, but anyway trying to "fight" back the enemies, or obscure our traces. I can't clearly recall, how they look, may as well be ...
My Aries nature comes out in surprising ways.
May be part of the weaving of PDC, where groups like peacebridge and School of Metaphysics got closer together. In this dream I identify Laurel rather with the SOM, then with IASD.
Mary of peacebridge shared something about timeless, too.
I meditated into the short night before early shift, ...
Before I forget: Tonight I was flying in dreams, from person to person, just above their heads, creating attention, and connection. I knew I was dreaming, because I could fly, and I just did go on doing what I did, going with the flow... and it lifted my up all day.
A dream belonging to the Psiber Dreaming Conference, opening tomorrow. And especially of the Outer Inn, I'm part of the staff, and also co-facilitating the Group Psi Game. Attention for the dreaming, and connection between dreamers, I think that is the core of the conference.
Saturday, September 17, 2016 - (150 w.)
I want to take a left onto this road. Its lanes are separated by a stroke of green. I drive my car up to the middle, but have to move aside to the right for somebody suddenly coming from the other side. All of a sudden it's quite busy here in the middle of the crossing. There's also a wide variety of cars, even a few big trucks.
My car slides sideways. Only now do I notice that I'm sitting in ... a racer that has its wheels outside the body of the car. How could I not have noticed this before, and why am I in such a car? I manage to steer a bit back to make space, but other cars are now also blocking the middle, jamming up all traffic.
Meanwhile, a man on a bicycle, rides passed me and does manage to get over the crossing. Never mind he's going in the wrong direction in this lane.
I'd rather trade a bit of that excessive speed for some comfort, like ... oh, a roof?
Anyway. In what way am I in a highspeed vehicle, stuck at a crossing together with other traffic? Wouldn't that bicycle be more useful?
Added later: I keep thinking of how there was such a variety of cars there.
Thunderstorms interrupted sleep twice last night.
There's nothing to remember about the dream except the music. When I woke up, I kept humming the first 10-15 seconds of the tune, knowing it was acoustic guitar, without lyrics.
I repeated it until I could find it in my music library.
The Song: Passionflower
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OZqb_9qnXKM for your listening pleasure.
This dream clearly focuses on letting something appear, whereas the previous one was an exercise in letting disappear.
Time to get up. I look at my night stand. There's a stack of cash money there! Must be €50 bills and at least 5 of them. I'm so happy! Surprise money!
Briefly I assume that I just found it somewhere, as I (used to) have money laying around everywhere. No, that's no longer true. I had to use most of it.
How did it get there? Did I sell something unused for cash? I can't remember that ... either.
I'm holding the money in my hands, to count it. The first few papers on top are blank pieces. The money's in the back of the stack.
This must be a dream. No no! Don't question where it came from! Oh no! Too late! Can this simply not happen? Let this not be a dream!
Now ... in terms of physical manifestation, I feel I closed a door by insisting that there had to be a rational explanation for the money.
I'm able to accept prizes even though I'm a little doubtful at first whether I entered the competition. Then I convinced myself I did, problem solved. At least in this case, there's already a context of winning something without needing much of an ... explanation. Finding money on the night stand is much harder to explain.
The fact that I'm counting the money because I don't remember how much it is, truly makes it sink in that I don't remember where it came from.
Could I do without an explanation ... it is so central to our way of life that everything can be explained ...
I'm in a larger room, a corridor, as it seems. On both sides of the long walls there are sculptures of brass or gold. Three on each side. Their form is like what you would see of a half closed eye, or of the intersection of two circles. They are billowed like a sail, standing on their sharp edge. Nearly as high, as the ceiling, twice as high as me.
The goal of incubation:
My incubation was simple: Before sleep I visualized the Astral Temple with the central flame, for a little while, and fell asleep doing so.
Monday, June 13, 2016 - (250 w.)
How did I get a seat at this table? A few people must have left. The conference room breathes space and focus. I point at a small booklet at the table. This is one of those regularly prepared reports on important commercial companies. I wouldn't mind having a subscription to those, I say.
The man at the other side of the table gently moves it towards me. I can take a look. Nice. I open it. The ...
A book full with stories. No heavy graphic design, no charts or graphics. It has a little design to it, but it aims to support reading the stories. Even the cover is wonderfully understated, but you just know it's not the kind of crap companies release themselves. This has the substance long term investors want to have.
Which energy pattern does my "company" have? In the insert, this was a ... question that still had to be decided upon.
Friday, June 10, 2016 - (250 w.)
There's a place for everyone on Dreamers United!
People want to go to bed. It is late. I'm sitting on a bed in spacious dorm that has a few more beds.
In the adjoining room I see a strong man chained to the wall, simply breaking his chains. The room has the same size as this one. His chain left him enough room to move through most of the room. I must look truly surprised, because another man gives me a look saying "yep, he is that strong". ... I recognize him. The man giving me the look is The Donald.
The Donald has come up to me. He tells a roundabout story about how I should move to that bed, he will move to another, and another one will move too. I look around. Oh, I understand. He wants me to give my bed to the Strong Man, because it's the furthest away from all the other beds. The Donald is afraid of the Strong Man.
I tell him that I need to move some stuff with me. Standing at the end of the bed I'm appalled to see how I have a messy layer of books and other things stashed up against the wall. Right, I like to have books around. Well, a few of those books will have to come with me.
The Donald has changed into Alec Baldwin, who desparately wants a big and long hug from me. That's okay, but what is it with this man?!
Portraying Donald Trump as a cross between a circus artist and Alec Baldwin playing an insecure boy.
I dream that I am with my son. We're at a large warehouse distribution shopping center. We go into one store, and he loads his basket up with several 25 lb bags of Kibbles and Bits.
I look at him strangely. Why dog food?!?
"Yeah, mom. I need to save money so I buy in bulk."
But wouldn't you want to stock up on peanut butter and tuna fish?
He laughs at me.
Last night, my son and his fiance announced they are adopting a puppy. So it must have been on my mind before going to sleep.
But also, funny timing, as it could be a dream for the "Dog Dreamers" group ---- darn, I should have joined.
The dream begins in my old apartment in Providence. I hear a loud clomping up the back stairwell. Suddenly a mid sized moose appears in my kitchen. It's friendly, and I pet it's snout. I call it "Birdie"
Birdie tells me (telepathically) that she has brought a new friend with her. I tell Birdie we could go back outside to meet. Nope, too late. I heard louder clomping coming up the ... stair well.
Now a HUGE moose comes through the doorway, barely fitting, and have to duck it's head. I say hello -- "Birdie, let's go outside, lead your friend that way."
My downstairs neighbor is now really concerned about these two giant animals going up and down the stairs. I assure her they make no more damage than her stray cats.
Back to back dreams in the Providence location.
Telepathic moose!? This is getting fun, and that's a rather large animal.
More feminine energy surrounds the moose, but it's shared with male energy. This balance of male and female attributed to the moose comes from Native American legend. The Potawatomi tribe, a member of the Algonquin family, tell of the population of the land in one ... of their creation myths.
I dream that there are music lessons going on somewhere close by. I can hear stringed instruments, but they don't sound like a guitar or violin.
I peek my head around the corner and sitting in a white room wtih lots of chairs, there are two teenagers playing what looks like a dulcimer (zither?)
They are having fun with the practice, really laughing when they hit the wrong note -- ... purposely making a twangy noise -- they begin again at the beginning. When they get it right and are synchronized, they simply smile at each other.
I connect this with learning something new. Sometimes, I hold back in fear of making mistakes in front of others. Why not just have fun with it? Understand we're all beginners at some point, and learn / create from mistakes?
There's also something about them learning to synchronize -- which probably has to do with dreaming.
I had several repeating dreams of trying to strike a match and each one fizzles.
I took it to mean that my dream maker was unable to connect with the other dreamers for a group dream.
I dream that I am a passenger on a water landing plane. I am being brought to a series of beautiful islands. Each island has it's own unique and beautiful landscape. Some have a small population. Some have dense flowers, waterfalls, a small mountain, etc. Also, there's an implication that even though the islands are part of a cluster, there is a subtle cultural difference between each island. ... They are all mostly compatible, but sometimes trade between islands gets "loud in discussion."
Each island is small enough that a person could walk around the perimeter within a day.
The person flying the plane tells me that I have until the end of the evening to select which island I would like for myself.
Wow. I get an island?!?!? Do I want an island?
part 2/2 - My profile & Flying Dogs
I'm in some office somewhere in the stadion, with a friend. There's a machine where I can change my public profile (page). Yes, it's time to do that. I'm not familiar with this machine/software.
A woman has entered the room and wants to also use the machine. Okay, she will have to wait. Somehow the machine got me to the part where you can find a (matching) house to live in. I find a house ... that comes with a flying dog. I quickly skip over it. Another house, this time with two different and famous flying dogs.
Well! I blurt out: "If it comes with two (!) flying dogs, I will have to take it!"
Not necesssarily FTD, but I wanted to show it anyway.
In the dream, I see my great-great grandmother. She alters from young and old. She is standing in the beach house kitchen of my grandmother, and something is simmering on the stove.
She begins talking to me, seemingly very sad. She keeps asking why she wasn't invited to the wedding. She tells me she has a pretty dress to wear. I touch her shoulder and look right into her eyes.
I am ... surprised to see her, wondered how she even knows about her great-great-great grandson, and assure her that she is invited and welcome to the wedding.
She seems to slowly get happy, knowing that she can wear her pretty dress and attend a wedding.
This great-great grandmother passed away long before I was born. A spiritual / alternative dimension dream. (Tag Dreaming with the Deceased)
I'm driving and the driver in the car in front of me keeps slamming on his brakes for no reason. Finally in frustration, I jump out of my car and open his car door and pull him out by the arm. I throw him on the ground in anger intending to give him a good talking to (actually I'm amazed not only that I am doing this, but how easy it is - he is a big guy) He begins laughing and I realize there is ... an exact duplicate man standing by also laughing. I say "Hey there are two of you." The guy on the ground says "I know he follows me everywhere I go. He is very annoying." I say, "Can everyone see him?" He replies "No, only people like you."
I'm struck by the phrase "only people like you" and wonder what he means by that, but I woke up at this point. I also noticed I was almost lucid.
I find myself married to several people of different sexes all at the same time. It didn't seem problematic which even in the dream seemed amazing and unrealistic.
Friday, March 11, 2016 - (150 w.)
The living room at the back of the house offers a great view on the meadows. The room's large enough to contain rows of couches next to each other, on both sides. Henk sits on one of the other couches accross me.
Henk says that he feels that he needs to come over to me. It used to be that I told him what to do, or what we would do. Well, I guess I'm no longer doing this. He seems ready to add ... some initiative on his own, move my way, but doesn't have any ideas yet.
The clouds draw my attention. They start moving in unusual ways, towards us, making figures and generally moving at a speed that suggests that time has speeded up 10-20 times.
How do I feel about this? I know others might be frightened. I'm not. It's mostly just weird. Does it help that I'm sitting inside, looking outside? Nope. I'm simply fine with this.
Henk's a friend who I would go to if I wanted to do something. He'd always agree.
What more could the part about clouds mean? They were nice white fluffy clouds, demonstrating an aliveness. They also managed to descend to almost ground floor window level, at least that's how it looked. Perhaps it was more like tree top level, but even that is remarkably low to the ground.
It must have been Saturday morning that I drove back home over the Schoener. There's a dog walking on the road. If it stayed where it was I could have driven around it, but I didn't trust it was paying attention. This dog didn't have a care in the world.
I hit the breaks with some force while the dog crosses over to the middle of the road, in front of me. It then walks to my left and gives me ... a long dreamy stare, then wanders off.
Such things don't happen too often.
Saturday, February 27, 2016 - (150 w.)
Standing on a large balcony, wide and deep, almost a terrace, I lean on the bannister. It's a lovely day. There are birds sitting around me on the bannister. I look at the one sitting on the right from me. It has a snotty beak. It's black. I tell this small bird that it should clean up, because this will draw the attention of another type of bird who likes that. The little bird tells me "no" and ... "why".
Too late. The big bird down on the ground has already noticed it. This bird is as tall as a human, or taller. It walked up to the bannister, puts its beak over the beak of the smaller bird and guzzles up the black substance. Then leaves.
I notice some of the remarkable features of this big bird. It has arms with hands like todlers would draw them.
The small birds shakes it off. It tells me that it was not a pleasant experience and that it hurd. Well, now it knows.
What's up with these birds? I don't know.
The dream begins where I am entering a swimming pond. I go underwater and open my eyes. I am surprised by the number of tropical fish there are. I come up for a breath of air, and go under again.
What's swimming towards me is a school of the oddest hybrid fish! It has the face of a dog, but the body of a fish.
I can't wait to tell someone. I swim to the shore and start tapping ... people on the shoulder "Have you seen the dog fish yet!?"
No one seems to be particularly interested in this crazy looking fish.
The dream begins as I walk into a new breakfast restaurant. I see 7 friends and they have saved me a chair. I must be late! The menu here is extensive, and the waitress is already taking orders. I ask for her to surprise me.
I receive a plate of purple colored, lavender flavored mini-donuts stuffed with cream cheese, and a plate of green colored, pistachio nut pizzelle cookies.
I pass ... the plate around so everyone could sample. Everyone agrees it is unusual but really tasty.