Saturday, January 27, 2018 - (550 w.)
A halfway lit misty night. I'm meeting my older brother somewhere out in the countryside, like I'm helping him to find his car and way home. Through darkness and fog I see an enormous power pole looming large, the power lines connecting to other distant giants.
Half awake, with my little son sleeping beside me, trying to re - enter the dream, to no avail. I just can't fall asleep, still in night shift rhythm.
Monday, January 22, 2018 - (250 w.)
I'm inside, in an apartment, talking to someone, with more people around. Soundly I'm like teleported onto the roof of this house, which must be like 12 levels to say the least. Still in company of one or two, I'm lying on my belly, holding on to a railing of yellow security glass, fear falling, while I'm watching the scene unfold.
Incubation: Far in the back of my head the precognitive dreaming incubation of psidreamers for the Grammys.
A sequel to "Love holds us from dying" The little girl saves the lamb by holding it, cuddling. There is fear of falling, again.
Day Residue: Maybe twice or thrice I had the feeling of "falling" in my life, like nothing would hold me, if ...
Wednesday, January 17, 2018 - (150 w.)
With a group of dream friends (as I feel) we are planning some road trips around where I live, we are all exited. We take turns in suggesting destinations, and they are short rides of maybe a half or one hour.
I'm exited, again, by how I'm connected with dream friends globally. The January Da-Fu Mu inspired me. I also gained a more tangible relation to "global", given the goal of dreaming for Mother Earth. The months long lecture of Judy's "Lavender" has an impact, and in the last days I watched some videos on geoscience, so I connected on different levels.
I feel with this Da-Fu Mu I've become immersed deeper in dreamtime and global dreamers community, and got closer to Mother Earth.
Source and credit:
Wednesday, January 17, 2018 - (250 w.)
Outside on the street, some green and trees around, a girl of three or four takes me by the hand, and leads me to her mother, I don't know both of them. Her touch is so sweet and loving. There is some complicated way she holds me, then also her mother, then she joins hands of her mother and me, let's me go and jumps to embrace her mother's neck, like she dearly missed her, she says to her "I love ... you so!"
Such a sweet dream, and mysterious in the end.
The car behind with it's impatient driver seems to represent the pressure of our time to go on and on. We have to make a decision about where (and how) to travel on.
Monday, January 15, 2018 - (200 w.)
In hospital. With my team on ICU I'm caring for a woman, a case of emergency. An endotracheal tube is already in place, a stomach tube right by its side and the patient is bleeding into the pharynx, so my task is to pass the other tubes with a suction catheter, and I can't seem to get in, no matter how I try.
I feel this is the main dream in regard to our incubation of Da-Fu Mu for Mother Earth.
First: I'm a nurse, working on intermediate care and ICU, dreaming of work is common, ...
Inside sitting with three men around 20-30. They brought their instruments and now I'm wondering if they can actually play. One sings while playing a jazzy bassline. Not bad, I think, I don't know the song. He stops in the middle of first verse. I expected more. Then another one is playing guitar, folk pattern and sings, but it is the same. Unknown song, and incomplete.
I think I don't need to hide with my abilities, we are on the same level. We could play together and I could learn something new. This feels like they just introduced their music.
Feels like continuing the musical theme of yesterday's dream. Same setting (living room). If so, now we are not passive listeners, but we are preparing to play together. The players are the age of my older son, so ... this may be about a project including different generations, and learning from each other while getting in tune.
Monday, January 15, 2018 - (200 w.)
In the dream, I am following my two friends D and W up a mountain. The goal is to either unearth, or bury, a book. I'm not really clear on their objective, but it is urgent to them. They are climbing at a pace that I cannot keep up with. They tell me to keep to blue arrow and we'll meet up later.
I climb and climb, the incline is getting steeper and I seem to have lost the blue markers. ... I see a trickle of water coming down a stream and decide to follow that to it's source.
I see a small shelter, usually used for lost hikers or forest rangers. It has a cot and a hot water shower. I'm so excited by the opportunity to take a shower, I strip down and jump under the water, soaping up and singing loudly, even doing a little dance.
The next thing, I open my eyes and a forest ranger (male) is standing in the room. He says to me that I am singing off key, and am flat.
I turn to face him, uncovered and say "I may not be a song bird, but I attracted you to the nest..." He laughs. Yeah, I guess you did.
Sunday, January 14, 2018 - (200 w.)
A rural community, individual house so close together their roofs come together as one. A man around 60 or 70 in business suit light brown jacket, white trousers, enters. He looks a bit deranged overall, like his hair. I understand he is a finance broker.
Incubating Da-Fu Mu intending balance for Mother Earth
Recall is blurry, woke up multiple times this night, much is lost.
The first dream seems to go into global economic balance, and what may happen if money gets worthless, once the global economic system is breaking down. The broker seemingly returns to a community he has been part of, earlier. This closely nit group under a common roof ...
Friday, January 12, 2018 - (200 w.)
In a room with A. Somebody else is there, but she wants something from me, pulls me into another room, behind a curtain. There she kisses me so sensually, and tells me her new address is ... 134. I enjoy her kisses, and am a bit surprised she wants to meet me.
My dream relation with A (a partner from 17 years ago) seems to improve radically. I remember how in waking life, after we broke up, she didn't want to see me at all, turned on her heals viewing me from a distance. And it was similar in my dreams for some years, until gradually our dream-relation improved. That is why I'm surprised with my dreaming today.
Also sensual appears the fox-woman, ... though we don't touch. Makes me wonder if my Mother Earth dreaming of yesterday touched a sweet spot.
Today I heard the first bird singing so sweetly, though there is a long time to go until spring.
Turning the kaleidoscope of dreaming, this is also a meaning of my yesterday dream: It is me who loved life - Mother Earth from 20 to 50. I stopped loving her, and my life became hollow and appalling.
Thursday, January 11, 2018 - (550 w.)
"Drilling into the crust of Mother Earth stabs deep into Her tissue. It’s the foreign object – the drill – that causes the punctures – that wounds her and creates cracks in the earth."
Judy B. Gardiner
Today I'm working in the emergency room for the first time. At first there is nothing much to do, and I'm talking casually with my colleagues.
There is no way to say who started the conversation. In the last months of 2017 the peacebridge and many other dream friends prayed for rain to extinguish the fires in California. Now with the first days of the new year there has been hard rain, and casualties through mudslides.
Shakti foresaw that in a precognitive dream for January. Maureen shared a ...
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.
I am in a small store. The store has all sort of things like electronics and stuff. I am examining these in a glass counter. A see on the wall a batik similar to the one that used to hang on my door for years and followed me around in different houses I lived in. It is a small batik in cotton with a wayang Javanese motif. She takes it down and shows it to me. She tells me that it is 700 years ... old. I tell her that this cannot be, that a piece of cotton cloth won't last that long.
These are shadow theater figures, and my immediate association is with the the shadow play on the wall in the Myth of the Cave. I do not know the significance of this specific scene in Javanese theater.
The idea here seems to be about illusion.
The figures seem to be paying their respects to a central tree. This is significant in ... view of this dream:
The whole quote is in Umbris Idearum, by Giordano Bruno:
The attraction I have had to some objects like this one, without really understanding their meaning also takes on a whole new light. The objects themselves are just trinkets in a dollar store, shadows. The reality that projects the shadow (the object) and causes the fascination is the thing.
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.