Open Area

Mapping Us Out

Markings on the edge similar to these

Inside. Two women want to locate a man during one day, somehow they are assigned to the task. They are using huge maps, maybe 10 times 8 meter. They look like thin carpets, and are bound like a book. So every hour (or even more frequently), the location of the man is marked on one of these pages/maps laying on the floor, then another one is turned over. After some time, there is a thick pile of ...

This dream has a purely technical feeling to it. Like a geometrical problem solved by unusual means. Or is it my dreaming mind trying to make sense of simulation theory? The web of life - magic carpet with a dynamic, temporal extra dimension. I'd say an aspect of the man is in there. Really it is like a projection from 3+1 D to 2+1 D, and overly simplified, reduced to information about position in space (and time). Time appears as quantized. Such is hypothesized by physicists. Information being reduced reminds me of the talk about evolution and perception I heard, where Hoffman makes the point that we are evolutionary hardwired to have a very limited model of reality. Enough to survive, by making decisions fast using a small set of data. I wonder if this is generally true, though, because there are other situations where we plan ahead for months at least (preparing for winter and same such). But this is just gradually. Some say individuality only works by reducing information. In our individual attention we can hold only a very raw model of what is.
Are these women like goddesses in relation to him? But he is also me, and I observe all of them. Together with them, and the scene I am one, and a projection of the ONE mind there is, in dreams and days. Yes, I can take this dream really deep :D

Throwing Stones and Love

I'm sitting in a provisional hut with a group of men around my age. It may be we are hiding, but no time to think, a shot rings and one of the men is hit in the shoulder, bleeding. I see he already suffered multiple wounds, they are still fresh. He has a dark complexion and curly black and grey hair, deranged, sweating.
There is an outcry in the group, but he silences everybody, by getting up ...

I started exercising Tibetan dream yoga, as my Sufi master recommended, with no specific goal in mind, but getting acquainted with the first steps - sleeping position, breathing technique. The exercise is meant to experience and deeply understand the illusory nature of the dream state, and of life, generally.
The questions of war and peace are somehow always on my mind. This wounded man reminds me of Jesus (the Jesus in my heart), in the way he surrenders and sets love above all conflicts, even above his own life on earth, calling us to solidarity across the gaps, in spite of how we hurt each other. How can we find peace, but by surrendering and forgiving, by returning to love?
I don't know what the ants want to express. But for me this part of dream is about respecting all of creation, about being humble and peaceful.
The ants are determined like the wounded man. And like we at first didn't understand his reaction and ways, I don't understand the ants' ways, now. It appears to me, again, that we are but characters in the dream of the Highest, we are acting out a plot we are largely unaware of. It may be we planned all this by ourselves, but we forgot. So the dreaming may come round to the goal of the exercise.
Today the "simulation hypothesis" is en vogue. It has already been set to work for thousands of years in the spiritual teachings.

Electrical Strangeness

Old wiring.
Moon lamp that wouldn't stop shining.

In the dream, I am renovating an old, old house that I've purchased. There's a problem with the electricity and wiring. One bulb that is part of a wall sconce will light up, but the switch that you need to use to turn it on and off will give you a zap of electricity. My dad doesn't want to touch it. He says that I'll be okay if I use a rubber glove, but I've returned to the room with a wooden spoon and give the light switch a whack.

This morning, I unplugged a moon lamp that I have near my bedside. Even though it was totally unplugged from the wall, it still glowed for several hours. Huh? I was confused by that, thinking I unplugged the wrong item from the wall. But nope. Eventually the power drained from whatever element it was stored in the globe.

GPG Dreaming

Colors and style a bit like this, posted June 27
Raw layout of the page :) posted June 27
~~~l(I)ght~~~ posted June 27
THEE Target image, posted with the picture pool on June 28, then picked randomly from the pool of five June 29. My #1
My choice #2 NOT the target
My choice #3 NOT the target similar to the "advertisement"
The dormouse (NOT the target) didn't resonate with me.
Also didn't dream into this pretty lady. (NOT the target)

An advertisement, a page in portrait format. A title written on the top. Many objects we can acquire. They are displayed in nearly orderly rows and columns. Maybe around 20. Three tickets as a bonus at the bottom of the page. The background maybe brownish - yellow, made to look vintage. Also the title is kind of old style artful handwriting.

Incubation for group psi game style dreaming with the Psidreamers group.

day 1 - (June 26) set intention to dream of thee target image only
day 2 (June 27) - post dreams and preliminary discussion/speculation begins
day 3 (June 28) - image pool posted, discussion evolves as hits to images are made
day 4 -(June, 29) rank choice voting is made and the image is chosen at 7 PM Eastern Time and posted shortly afterwards

Notes 27th, before posting of image pool:

Handwriting like the old Coca Cola logo, maybe.
The time / place frame may be like in the Rodeo ad, Wild West

On the meaning level I can't quite say, whether this is something you can buy, or only win as a prize.

Apart from this I had more dreams, but which fell into oblivion, I didn't get up and make notes.
In the morning I meditated with a focus on our game, and that is when this picture came in a flash, and I felt it relates.
Other than this I drifted in the realm where my person becomes but a thin veil before the boundless light. Awful for the person, but it is in the light where we are one ;)

Notes of June 30 and July 1 after THEE target pic has been randomly chosen:
I choose the correct target, Ingo Swan painting his "Light Bringer" I added the word "Licht" = "Light" to the image I choose for my vision/ dream that night before we got to know the target pool. My second choice was the "Bahama - Ocean", also with rays of light. While my "advertisement" resembles the Japanese house I picked #3. I had no obvious hits for the "Hula Dancer" or the mouse.

More details:
Ingo's painting named "Light Bringer". For the illustration of my meditation/ dream I added the word "Licht" = light. Both illustrations, Rodeo - ad and sunset feature a ball of light (the sun). The Rodeo - ad fits with the colors of Ingo's. The rider even mimics the pose of his arm! The rider is "before" the sun, like Ingo before the painted ball of light. There are even cliffs in Ingo's and the "Rodeo". My meditation was feeling into universal Oneness and Light, similar to Ingo's painting. All these are reasons I picked Ingo's as #1, personally, and then for the group (different votes..)

The whole "Light Bringer" by Ingo Swann:

Beloved objects

I'm sitting on the far end
The one drum stick floats away
The new case for my childhood glasses
What's with the almost horse and carriages?

I'm sitting on a dock far away from the shore. I have various items floating on the water. I'm in a tranquil mood, as if writing in a journal. Not right this moment, but it is that same mood. Suddenly, the single drum stick floating on the water, moved two yards away. I can no longer reach it. I will have to swim for it. My dad, who's half in the water, but also half in another overlaid space, ...


The dream takes place in our actual backyard. Our dock is shorter.

Yes, I like these particular objects. I have two drum sticks, that I only recently found back. I bought a new case for my old childhood glasses, picked it up last Wednesday. What makes these objects relevant? I don't know, but I keep them nearby.

A friend in Arizona is strongly interested in horses. I never pay much attention to it, but we have horses, horse riding schools and horse breeders everywhere. Everywhere means, all of that is just a few steps away. Every once in a while girls will ride through the street on horses. Sometimes they make a ride with a carriage.

Thinking about it, why would I leave all this behind? The lake, the horses, the entire environment?


Letting go of stuff and preparing to depart in an unknown style, without even a hint of a destination?

The parents, who made this place a home to me, have become ghosts.

In the dream, I don't try to recover the objects. The rather useless stacks of papers and documents seem more important, but once handed to me, I don't know what to do with them.

Man drives through wall

Sitting quietly in the back room (house resembling the Appingedam one), suddenly a car breaks through the wall of the front room. I'm at a safe distance. What marvels me is that the car breaks out an entire tableau, the height of the car, yet almost twice its width. That entire block remains whole. The rest of the wall remains very neatly whole as well. It puzzles me. I wonder if it means something.

Apparently leaving the rest of the wall intact, is quite common. However, I could not find photos of breaking out the rest as one whole piece.

And the bigger question is of course, why is there an entire car driving through the wall into that room?

The Heist

Rick's Cafe in Casablanca, Morocco
Not sure yet what Square Roots signify

Coming out of another dream into this one.

last dream


I can already see the destination in the opposite corner of this large square. Or, at least, the entrance. Most of it is underground. I see slighly worn out diagonal paths over the brick square, and they shine just a little. I can slide over them. I give it a little try. Yes, I could slide the entire way. Unfortunately, two women in front of me are on that same path. They haven't quite ...

Or, fitting with a recent personal theme: what would I like to do?

The book part was inspired by a post to Dream Enthusiasts, by Christian Gerike:

Now, is this reading in the usual sense? To me it is. This is how I read non-fiction, browsing and zooming in and out. Actually, physically I often flip much more at random through a book, whereas in the dream I went systematically from the start towards about two thirds of the book.

And, then there's the question of paper books versus e-books. I prefer paper books, if I really like something. I however go through many more e-books, yet never read e-books in dreams.

let it be

I can't credit the artist

I'm phasing in and out of dreaming, I'm lucidly aware. There is a vessel of energy, an otherworldly or extraterrestrial ship radiating so much color and joy. It is coming and going. It's presence is so much stronger and clearer than the grey and murky life here on earth, the buildings and beings that lie numb in the shade on earth's crust.
Of course I love the light, but a part of me wants to let the darkness live, like it were an endangered species. Like I need it to be really human.

I'm drifting between dreaming and thinking in an afternoon nap. The TV is running, a series about cosmological phenomena. The sun is beating through the window, but I'm falling asleep, anyway, after I closed the thin curtain. Tired after few sleep this week of being the nursing instructor, and maybe after getting my second Covid shot a few hours ago.
My usually bright mood happens on a kind of depressive background, not just today, but the days before. A light that shines unconditionally bright in the bottomless darkness of existence. Joyful, loving vanitas. I must not think too hard, but just let these opposites exist.
I'm intending to dream for world peace with my group of friends from the World Dreams Peace Bridge. So this must be my version of it. It is super full moon and eclipse dreaming. It is when so many of us are expecting humanity to wake up, while acknowledging we are not alone in universe, and believing there are enlightened, peaceful beings able to travel all the dimensions of existence. It appears we are not so different from these beings, when we can hold everything inside and out, in peace.

I found the picture with this music on soundcloud. Not too bad, I'm listening.

The tree

The street in front of the Kropswolde house is littered with some kind of nuts that I don't recognize. Which is strange, because I know these trees don't carry nuts. Never mind. There's a guy behind me on the driveway and I propose that we try to throw these nuts at the trunks of the trees. I start and of course miss. It's immediately followed by a loud sound. I look behind me. How did he ...

Beautifully illustrating that trees and birds are closely related.

Testing high resolution images

Painting borrowed from Ralf's dream last Wednesday.
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A present

more sleep / #3

"Why are you in such a hurry? Wait, why are you in such a hurry?"

I just stepped from the street onto the pavement, focused on getting somewhere fast. I turn around. What I see makes me pause. There's a small man, a foot high at most. He's running after me, as fast as he can.

"At least take this scepter!"

I bend towards the little man. Without any ceremony he puts a scepter in my hand. It is of course his size, not mine. It's about the size of my hand, plain, made out of wood, with a little knob on top, but no further embellishments. I feel honored. I guess he feels I should have one. When I look up, he's gone.

Charming, I like it.

It was a real small human. Sizewise he reminds me of the lock picking Bowtruckle from Fantastic Beasts.

Harry Potter and the Previous Twelve Years

more sleep / #4

During the break I take a walk around the entire building. It has a layout exactly like the mall in Hoogezand. I notice that. There are fun events going on in various other locales, with people that I like.

I make it full circle back to the room where we were watching the movie. Everybody left. The chairs have disappeared. I ask "is it over?" Yes, it is.

That is weird. Perhaps there were only ...

I had the same experience watching the second Fantastic Beasts movie. It suddenly ends.

Noteworthy: In this dream I went full circle back to the same location.


Friends take my husband and me on a trip. They want to drive us to their favorite place in their car, which we don't know yet. It is a huge pond, half natural, half artificial, beautifully embedded in the surrounding landscape. There are strange creatures in the crystal clear water. Worm-like creatures that build conical dwellings out of mud. Fish with flexible chameleon eyes ... I discover the drain: it is a colored elongated funnel. I know that the water is returned to the pond through an invisible fontaine ...The water reflects different colours: different shades of blue ...
intense pink and magenta are very striking....

As soon as I woke up, I realized that I was dreaming of a torus. A global torus meditation took place last night. I think the strange creatures represent energies that I had trouble merging with ...

The suggested torus meditation :

- Feel the elevated energy in motion of peace, joy, love, gratitude etc. and merge this into your torus. See it as a vibrant full colour spectrum. See and feel it flowing.

- Merge your torus with all those of the team. Know that everyone is doing this. See and feel it happening. Visualize us all within a singular shared torus.

- Expand this torus to wrap around the entire Earth, merging it with the toroidal energy field of our planet. Focus on unity, peace, love and gratitude. Know that it is a primary energy form it naturally resonates with all life on earth and the universe...

Playing around

The autoped handles like a longer skateboard, even though it has two wheels instead of four and a steer on the front wheel. I don't need to step; it goes all on its own. I like how I can swirl around through the crowd, out here on the streets and the squares.

Somebody, a young woman, sits in my path. I decide that I can do a jump, by reaching back and grabbing the plank close to the back wheel. It works out splendidly.

Just some dream fun to improve my mood.

A quick transcontinental trip

San Francisco Museum of Modern Art

Dream 1/5

"I was in California", I announce to my  family, when I arrive back home. They look shocked. Meanwhile I'm wondering how we are related, as I don't recognize them. I was in California, and now I'm back at the East Coast. That I know.

"I visited a museum", I start. I want to add that it wasn't expensive. The entire trip was only $200. Wait, for a child, that is not cheap. 

They look fully reassured and don't even look at me anymore. No need to say more. Okay, that went easy.

In what kind of future can kids slip out on such a trip, and be back before dinner? Currently, it's a six hour flight. It felt like it was hardly taking any time, to cross that distance.

I still have to write out the other dreams.

Holding it

3rd and last

I hold the frightened deer, sitting behind it. All the other animals have disappeared, completely, they no longer exist.

My sister stands in front of the deer, trying to come nearer. I tell her not to do that. It's too much. My sister disagrees, because if I'm holding it, she can try to get closer to it. Not a good idea. I feel the animal's fear increasing the more my sister tries to come closer.

I fear that the moment I let go of the animal, it will run off to another spot in the room and quickly disappear out of existence too.

Obstacles and Evolution

Riding a street, which gets steeper and steeper, vertical. I have to climb it, pull myself up with bare hands, while the street is like folding. I manage the strange mechanism, I strain my body and sense my belly muscles. I succeed and make it to the top. I'm angry. Now I made it up here, I'll go find and scold those responsible.


Outside on the street with a group. like family? I'm ...

Dream 1:
Possibly related to the appendectomy I underwent Saturday. I'm trying to make sense of my health challenges starting with my sprained ankle last year. Sure, I got over it all, and now I'm angry :D I want to find those responsible. Who can that be...

Dream 2

That has been some time. I'm reminded of my old hobby of collecting fossils and minerals. I haven't been into archaeology so much, so that is a new thing, and I see a development mineral - fossil - human art/ architecture. And then the group dancing. So it is a road trip through evolution, from the simple to the complex, to the group Gestalt, I'm part of.

BTW, I named the events around my appendectomy "belly dance"...

All in all I feel stronger, after I overcame all these obstacles and challenges. I guess that is the message of the dreams tonight. Thank you for a nice birthday show, dreaming mind!

Capturing the amazing flock

View from my window, this close too.

Modern technology - dream 1

The birds appear in front of my office window, at the second floor. They are so nearby that looking at the window is like looking at a magnificent painting. They move around but the entire visual looks tranquil. I need, need, need to capture this on a photo.

I have my phone and start tapping, slide left, slide up and hold two seconds, tap, slide right. God damn it. Stupid modern technology. I ...

I completely forgot about the birds.

There's an opened window, twice.

Fighter in the shadow

3rd sleep, 3rd one

Two people stand facing each other two meters apart. There's a third one on the same axis. I stand next to the axis, looking at the one talking. He tells the other that there's another person hiding in here. There is that one standing behind him. The who was addressed, points that out. It is not about that third one.

I believe there is another third one, standing behind the second person. I'm ...

I suspect this dream has something to do with the previous two. All the dreams seem related to bringing out other parts of our personality.

Life in Ice

Cell survives freezing found at American Chemical Society

In front of me is a huge block of ice filling my entire field of vision. It is clear, and starting to melt. Inside of it all kinds of insects, colorful. One of them a lady bug. I see them large and clear. The sight makes me sad. I'm not sure if the insects will live.

Later on trying to go back into the dream, I follow a trail of dripping water and find connections to the Amazon forest story, but forgot the details.

Incubated for the Amazon rain forest. Dreaming together with my friends. I feel the dream relating to global changes in nature like the melting of ice - (caps), but I don't find the relation to the Amazon forest, now, other than my sadness about both situations. 

Link for the picture:

The key to chance

It looks like a large and thick magazine, but the bottom quarter of it contains a true random number generator. The top three quarters of it is internally separate, but the number generator knows what happens.

We immediately feel that this is a tremendously powerful gadget. It's mine. I understand that Marije - who is here - decided that it needs to be protected. It needed to have some magic spells, which she already applied.

After only a short period, it turns out that the magic spells didn't work. The device was unprotected all the while. The people around me are upset, but I don't understand the exact risks of it. Besides, the device is still here.

Say what, magic spells?

Sunday, March 24, 2019

Energy field of the earth
Someone posted the link on FB: Bashar recommends to listen to Beethoven`s 7th Symphony, 2.movement, first 3 min,I did this on Saturday evening…"this particular piece of Music, is of the appropriate Vibration, to allow you to be in the proper state, to attract whatever Information, healing, situations, People, or opportunities that you require"

I have seen the planet from outer space with its energy field...there were vortexes...I was with a group and somebody gave us information about the changes in the energy field and how we can have an effect on was awesome

Happy with the new neighbor

Or maggots, actually.
My new neighbor, taller than I am. Also greener and fiercer than this one.

Later dream

Walking away from the initiative, then back to it again. I can help. She asked others to bring maggots - I imagine I can find worms. That will help them to feel welcome. I walk towards her house.

I find myself in the backyard of my house, which is off a street at the other side of the main road through this neighborhood. I notice that there's one working in the garden. I'm relieved he's here and how reassuring his behavior is. Just like us. He stands up and looks over the fence.

"Goedemorgen, hoe gaat het?" or "good morning, how does it fare?", he says.

I answer "heel goed". "Very good". He repeats my answer as if to taste what it means and whether I'm meaning it. I do.

There wasn't so much time between the two logged dreams. I'm surprised I managed to turn it around so fast, in apparent clocktime.

Becoming others


I can do it one more time, but having it done just before, I now scare away from it. I lost myself the previous time, when I completely became another person in the dream.

But, I did it at least once before. This time I wanted to bring back better recall, and then I got frightened about the idea.

I wonder whether in another previous dream, I even became two different people at once. Not just physically, but everything, different personality and memories included. Or, no memories of myself at least.

This follows on a night with dreams about a week ago, where I kept my own personality, but I could feel everything else about me (the context, like the situation and my history) changing.

Thursday, December 20, 2018

Moving blocks

1st remembered dream

Entering the field, I notice I can move big rocks around with my mind. They respond very easily to my intentions and can also accelerate their movements dangerously fast. There's a woman here, a mother with her children possibly nearby. I'd better keep those flying rocks at a safe distance from her. She's also here to play with the rocks, I suspect.

I suddenly remember another dream or experience, with Scotty, where the instant response was even stronger. It was a different dimension, where I felt more confident. Or actually, freer to experiment.

This is a typical thing to do for practicing control in a lucid dream, but I'm barely aware that I'm dreaming.

The End of The World not many wanted to see this...

In an afternoon nap

I'm standing on an open, two wing window, seemingly on the first floor. I somehow got aware of news around the moon, and she is falling on the earth. It is explained through the moon stopping her orbital movement, so she will inevitably crash.
I look out at the full moon standing high. No, she doesn't seem to get larger. And if, will she hit around here?
I turn and have a skype call with my ...

I thought this should be a Da - Fu Mu. A dream of great fortune. Like incubated each 15th of the month with my friends of the World Dreams Peace Bridge.
The most intense feeling here is being doomed, helplessly.
Like I'm aware of ecologic and economic crises abound, and still superseding this knowledge with business as usual.
Maybe because I don't feel it? I start to feel something, and that is the decline of insect biomass. I just shared on the page of a new facebook friend.

Not many wanted to see this collision:

I'll go practicing table tennis, now..

Timeless center

From a Peter Gabriel project a decade ago.

It feels like a truly big and nice place. Condensed, concentrated, comfortable. There's no time.

While coming out of it, I realize that anything could come out of this place and end up anywhere in any time, whether in the far past on our planet, or in some other time who knows where.

I always imagined this place without time to be isolated from our world. It is however not. It is connected to everything and from there one can influence and insert anything.

Exciting Underground Village Life

Who would have thought. I'm looking around the large square room. I'm guest at this neighborhood meeting that plays out in a space only to be reached through somebody's private house. I like the general casual and friendly mood of this community.

I decide to wander around a bit. Hallway after hallway I arrive in another community room. I've sat down on one of the chairs in the circle. Two or ...

Yay! Fun!

Rescuing Newborn and Myself

Photo comes with Campact petition.

I hear a woman calling me for help. As I turn around the corner I see this beautiful woman of around thirty with long plain brunette hair laying on a bed, supine. The space is all white, also the bedding.
Her left hand is stretched out, hanging over the bed frame, like she were fainting. A newborn is slipping, rolling from her hand, a naked tiny bundle. In a flash I hurry there, and feel I'm ...

Incubated with a general healing intention, including myself.

I believe this dream is still in the context of incubating dreams for children (and families) on the US/ Mexican border with friends from the World Dreams Peace Bridge. In our discussion I earlier wrote about culminating refugee situation in the Mediterranean.
Then, yesterday, I saw a cause presented by German platform "Campact", and I didn't dare share it, because the message and picture (I appended here) were just too heart-wrenching to me. So I chose another platform with a similar cause, and not so horrifying pictures.

My first feelings waking from this intense short dream were such a strange mix of love, sadness and, yes, feeling relieved I haven't turned entirely numb, rigid over all the suffering.
Maybe this dream makes a difference to those, who read it. Certainly it makes a difference to me.

The song "Fragile" by Sting came to my mind, and stayed there over the day.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Daytime Sync!

I spent the day in an exhibition of Japanese culture here in Brazil (we have about 1.5 million people of Japanese descent here). There were 10.000 Tsuru bird origami in the decoration. The Tsuru are cranes and the Japanese believe the souls of the dead are carried to paradise on their wings. So they bring good luck and symbolize immortality. I read your dream when I got home.