"Dreams are the creative store that is true wealth. They reside at the human edge of the holy. From the unknown, from eternity, into the restless minds of sleepers, their light is given off. In the human body, worlds are charted, wounds healed, illnesses reversed. In our vulnerable sleep, those hours when anything could happen. Like dark matter in the universe, dreams have mass and presence, even when not remembered." -- Linda Hogan
I treasure my dreams. Although I don't religiously write them down every morning as I used to (I've recorded more than 1,000 dreams in the last year!), I do write down the ones that make a big impact on me. Like the dream I had this summer that led me to release my inner artist once and for all.
You can read about this experience here. It was powerful, amazing, life-transforming. Listen to your dreams. They are trying to tell you something.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Dream #6 -- Seven Waters Fall
Here is another dream from Toni. Follow the guidelines and have fun interpreting this dream!
I was walking somewhere very lush and green--not tropical, but more like the Pacific Northwest, and there was the sound of water running nearby. My best friend at the time was with me, and I could see waterfalls. A voice spoke from somewhere above us, like a voiceover in a documentary or something. It said, "This is your heaven, the place where the Seven Waters Fall." I realized there were seven waterfalls there, and there was a woman with light brown skin and long, black hair carrying a basket and walking toward a nearby valley, and I started to follow her.
Toni also added this: "I have never, ever felt such peace as I did in that dream. It's been at least 15 years since it happened and it still stays with me. I even checked maps and Googled to see if such a place really existed, it was that powerful."
I was walking somewhere very lush and green--not tropical, but more like the Pacific Northwest, and there was the sound of water running nearby. My best friend at the time was with me, and I could see waterfalls. A voice spoke from somewhere above us, like a voiceover in a documentary or something. It said, "This is your heaven, the place where the Seven Waters Fall." I realized there were seven waterfalls there, and there was a woman with light brown skin and long, black hair carrying a basket and walking toward a nearby valley, and I started to follow her.
Toni also added this: "I have never, ever felt such peace as I did in that dream. It's been at least 15 years since it happened and it still stays with me. I even checked maps and Googled to see if such a place really existed, it was that powerful."
Monday, September 15, 2008
Dreamer's Response: Dream #5
It was great to see the different perspectives on this dream! Toni has responded to Sarah's and my comments on her dream, and this is what she had to say:
"I've been feeling stagnant and burned out in my 'day job' as a writer for about a year now. Earlier this year, not one, but two ideas for novels literally fell into my head and I started writing. And writing. And haven't stopped. I wonder if this is about that yearning--fiction is certainly more creative and vibrant than banging out copy for commercial markets or trade pubs (even though I'm very good at it and it's too lucrative and family-friendly to walk away from now).
"I've also been struggling a great deal with body image issues. Not sure if it's connected here, but the whole unconscious thing makes me think, perhaps so. Or maybe it's related more to the work stuff, going with the KC=work thing. Finally, we live on a hill and our upstairs windows are a good 3 stories up and I've ALWAYS worried about the boys pushing through one of the screens upstairs."
Thank you for your comments, Toni. I will just add in here that this dream could definitely be about body issues since a house often represents the body in a dream. I think you could explore this dream for a while to come.
"I've been feeling stagnant and burned out in my 'day job' as a writer for about a year now. Earlier this year, not one, but two ideas for novels literally fell into my head and I started writing. And writing. And haven't stopped. I wonder if this is about that yearning--fiction is certainly more creative and vibrant than banging out copy for commercial markets or trade pubs (even though I'm very good at it and it's too lucrative and family-friendly to walk away from now).
"I've also been struggling a great deal with body image issues. Not sure if it's connected here, but the whole unconscious thing makes me think, perhaps so. Or maybe it's related more to the work stuff, going with the KC=work thing. Finally, we live on a hill and our upstairs windows are a good 3 stories up and I've ALWAYS worried about the boys pushing through one of the screens upstairs."
Thank you for your comments, Toni. I will just add in here that this dream could definitely be about body issues since a house often represents the body in a dream. I think you could explore this dream for a while to come.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Dream #5: House On the Water
This dream was submitted by Toni. Kindly remember the guidelines to the right and have fun with this dream!
Last night, I dreamed my husband, three sons and I were visiting a friend of mine named Dean from law school in Kansas City (I have no idea if Dean lives in KC, but we just got back from a trip there and I'd been discussing Dean one night over dinner while we were there). His house was on the water, and the setting looked nothing like Kansas City, more like northern Michigan. The house was brightly painted, with the outside done in a mustard yellow with dark greens and browns, kind of like those "painted lady" Victorian homes, only this one was more of a Bavarian style. Rooms inside the house were equally colorful, though I can't remember anything specific any more, and the rooms were funky and configured in interesting ways, with sculpture and artwork on display. I remember saying to my husband, "Our next house will have bright colors like this!" and he laughed, remembering how we'd fought while painting our current home (he wanted beige, I wanted BOLD.)
There were other men in the house, all rooming together like college friends, and at one point my youngest son was on a stairway looking out a window down at the front entry, which was paved with that whitish-gray flagstone. I saw there wasn't a screen and suddenly, Aaron fell to the ground and lay unconscious. I could see his little body there, on his back, eyes closed, and I screamed for my husband. I remember running and running down, down, down, as if I was in a turret or lighthouse, until I FINALLY made it down to where he was. There were paramedics, and they were showing my husband a hole in the back Aaron's head, but saying that he was lucky and was going to be ok, even though he was unconscious.
Last night, I dreamed my husband, three sons and I were visiting a friend of mine named Dean from law school in Kansas City (I have no idea if Dean lives in KC, but we just got back from a trip there and I'd been discussing Dean one night over dinner while we were there). His house was on the water, and the setting looked nothing like Kansas City, more like northern Michigan. The house was brightly painted, with the outside done in a mustard yellow with dark greens and browns, kind of like those "painted lady" Victorian homes, only this one was more of a Bavarian style. Rooms inside the house were equally colorful, though I can't remember anything specific any more, and the rooms were funky and configured in interesting ways, with sculpture and artwork on display. I remember saying to my husband, "Our next house will have bright colors like this!" and he laughed, remembering how we'd fought while painting our current home (he wanted beige, I wanted BOLD.)
There were other men in the house, all rooming together like college friends, and at one point my youngest son was on a stairway looking out a window down at the front entry, which was paved with that whitish-gray flagstone. I saw there wasn't a screen and suddenly, Aaron fell to the ground and lay unconscious. I could see his little body there, on his back, eyes closed, and I screamed for my husband. I remember running and running down, down, down, as if I was in a turret or lighthouse, until I FINALLY made it down to where he was. There were paramedics, and they were showing my husband a hole in the back Aaron's head, but saying that he was lucky and was going to be ok, even though he was unconscious.
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