Author: Denise

(Saturday, October 18, 2014) Waning crescent moon in Virgo / three of cups reversed

In the middle of the night I dream I am a man in ancient Rome. I am the teacher of small boys.

Toward morning I have several dreams that seem to be detritus from the previous day. Then just before awakening I have this dream: I meet Bonnie in the lobby of a large, modern hotel. To my surprise Sabine Lucas is there too. She has come to meet our dream group and make a presentation. I don’t remember asking her to come. I know her finances are limited and I’m not sure the Dreamsters even accept the concept of past-life dreams (Sabine says memories).

The three of us go to the next level of the hotel and enter another large lobby. A group is waiting for us but I don’t recognize anyone. It’s not The Dreamsters Union. Sabine makes her presentation while Bonnie and I listen. The group has trouble following Sabine. They are not as experienced at dream work as The Dreamsters. They are polite but a bit disengaged. Their questions are off-target. One man leaves in exasperation.

The dream shifts. I am sitting around a bonfire in the woods in the dark with The Dreamsters and Sabine. I decide to walk away for a moment from the circle of friends. I stand in the deep blackness and turn back to look at the blazing fire. Suddenly I see a rocketship shoot up into the sky from behind the bonfire. It climbs a few hundred feet, then begins to crash back to earth. As it descends it breaks up into cylindrical sections. In terror I realize the trajectory of the metal debris is arcing toward me. I run backward, frightened, but also fascinated by the emblems and writing on the side of the rocket. It’s a very old rocket, from the time of my childhood. Maybe Russian. A huge piece hits the ground right next to me. But I am unhurt.

My friends rush to my side. I tell Sabine about my dream from that morning: I dream I am sitting in an open convertible. In my dream I have a waking vision of an old rocketship crashing to earth, nearly hitting me. I find this dream as shocking as the “actual” event. I am grateful to have someone with whom I can share these shamanic dreams.

Day notes:

I will be curious to see if this dream has precognitive elements. I anticipate we will have a bonfire at Jeanne’s cabin Halloween weekend. Sabine is doing a one-day dream workshop in Boulder next month. Something shocking and dangerous will happen during the time of our retreat?

Open convertible = open vehicle (body). Transformational vehicle.

Don Juan tells Carlos Castaneda to practice dreaming within dreams.

UPDATE: a rocket crashed on the launchpad today (October 28), just like this dream!

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/10/28/rocket-explosion-antares_n_6064572.html

The Guardian, October 29: “The launch phase of the Orbital Sciences Corporation’s Antares rocket relied on two AJ-26 engines that were originally produced in the 1970s for a failed Soviet moon programme and later modernised for US space flights. Speculation quickly centred on the Soviet-based engines, which have failed in tests, when the rocket exploded in a giant fireball after takeoff on Tuesday night.”

 

(Saturday, October 11, 2014) Waning gibbous moon in Taurus

I climb a steep wooden staircase many stories tall. At the top of the stairs is a large, square room with high ceilings. Here I am shown the events from Chris’ past that have created the many painful events of his life. In my dream I feel his past-life karma is being outlined to me, but when I wake up I acknowledge that a modern psychological interpretation is also valid and probably more acceptable to most people.

Many, many details are shown to me, as if from a movie. I am unable to bring them with me into waking reality. I am not shown my own personal karmic reason for sharing this lifetime with him. The focus is on Chris, and the balance he needs to achieve. What Sabine calls my past life representative must be with me, but he is invisible.

Day notes:

When Sabine read my dream “Double Dutch” she felt that Chris and I had been married partners in Holland. I wonder why I had such a powerful supernatural experience at Rolduc Abbey? I’ll never forget the clanging of the double locks in the middle of that first night. Keys to two, overlapping realities? The corridors of the abbey were very much like my dream images of the Hall of Records.

Dream 1:

At our October 6 dream group, Lori shared three dreams which were equally physical, spiritual and poetic. The next morning, I dreamt that I was dreaming Lori’s dream and giving birth, while standing up, of a happy, healthy baby. I may even have been walking while in labor. It was effortless, and the pleasant sensation of the baby’s transition from within my body stayed with me into waking consciousness.

Dream 2:

A happy couple have invited a friend to dine at an elegant restaurant with them. Their friend is a great beauty with long, dark tresses. Kind hearted. She is not quite ready to depart with them, so they go on ahead while she prepares herself in front of her vanity mirror. I am the observer. I see the couple seated at the restaurant, and I see the beautiful woman in her bedroom. The top of the woman’s thick hair is is full of hairpins or perhaps surgical needles. The pins/needles form an oval at the crown of her head. Wavy dark hair is pressed tightly against her scalp inside the oval. Outside of the oval her hair flows freely. In the dream I wonder if she has a brain tumor and is waiting for the surgeon’s knife. When I awaken, I think that the image is like the crowning of an infant’s head, ready to emerge from the birth canal.

Day notes:

So of course I think of the magician Harry from my Sorcerer’s Apprentice dream who wishes me happy birthday.

One of my favorite yoga poses is happy baby.

Zeus gives birth to Pallas Athena from the top of his head.