Category: Bonnie

I am traveling through the desert. There are three huge sand paintings.  I am exploring how did they get there, did I drive through them?

Now they morph into me seeing these sand painting in the sky. It looks like a large eye.

The colors are natural.  It feels mysterious, spiritual.

I am driving.  Maybe I am with someone. I feel like I am both alone and with someone.  I keep trying to figure these painting out.

 D.N.  Woke at 3 a.m. with dreams and could not go back to sleep.  Got up at 4:30 and then went back to sleep from 6:30-8:30. On a walk with Sam I found a 6 of clubs (card) on the sidewalk.  (found a 4 and Jack of spades yesterday).  I feel it has to do with Kelsi, Keenan and me. Read my memoir Birdsville, Australia.

I am at a workshop that I had gotten together.  There is a holy man.  He works with one person at a time.  He has worked with two to three already. One of them (a man, Joseph) went out of turn.  It is my turn.  I am nervous I won’t go next.  My sister, Chris, is there.  She wants to go next.  I tell her Joseph was out of turn, but it is my turn next.

There are children there, seven to eight years old.  I talk with them.  There are boys and girls.  They are very sweet.  They want attention.  I ask one girl her name.  They then go.

Now the Holy Man has a list of questions.  This is like an interview/healing.  He found the original questions now.  Before they were just guessed at.  I am a bit nervous.  (there are about eight people in the room.  It feels cozy)

Over all feeling:  Happy, I know I will be healed.

D.N.  Monday-basic day. I was a little grumpy yesterday.  Two nights in the last three days, I did not sleep well.

Kelsi has often stood for a young part of myself.

A Young girl (13-14 years old) is thrown into the sea from a short cliff by some fathers. When she lands in the water, fall leaves come flying up. Kelsi, and some of my siblings(?) are taken out to sea. by this women who is like the “housekeeper” and is telling us the girl’s story. We are swimming. We see her body floating. She looks younger and has a bright colored bathing suit on.(yellow and blue?). Later/earlier it is navy blue. I am afraid, but then curious and get closer. Then her father comes up behind her and hugs her. (now she is 13-14 and has the navy suit on and is out of the water) She doesn’t know it is him at first. I say to him you must be her father or her uncle because you love her.

Dream has a scene where I am in Shady Oak in my bed. Dan and Molly have tried to sleep in my bed, but find the young gitl’s spirit/ghost there and leave. I lay down in my bed and she kicks me (feel it, cannot see her). I climb into bed with Chris. (Chris and I shared this bedroom and had twin beds across from each other in waking life)

Scene where I am an observer. The girl goes into the bathroom at a school. She and the other girls are in their suits. The girl is innocent, naive. She goes into a stall and sits down and pees. There is one girl in the stall on her left and one girl in the stall on her right. They are talking and acting like young teenage girls standing on the toilets and leaning over the stall the young girl is in. The two girls are then in one stall next door and put shampoo all over the innocent girl’s hair to tease her.

The girl grabs her suitcase and goes into her apartment looking for her dad. (this scene was in the past, but now it is in the present-after she died). She finds the “housekeeper” and asks where her Dad is. The woman is in the dad’s old bedroom where she lives. She tells her to sit down. She will tell her the story.( what happened to her as well as the fact that her dad has died) Earlier while telling the story to us (Dan, Molly, Chris and I) leaves fly up in the air just like when the fathers threw her in the sea. in the past.

Feeling: sad/scared.

This dream felt very other worldly. The sequence is mixed up and time (past -present) is confused. It felt very real. The girl when she comes back to life and goes to talk to the woman, is no longer naive. Her dad is dead by this time.

Day notes: first day back from conference. Reading Awakening Through Dreams by Nigel Hamilton. I am reading about Nigredo- facing my shadow and dissolving my ego. Somehow I think reading this book had something to do with having this dream.