(Saturday, July 20, 2013) I’m usually pretty tired on Saturday morning. During the week I get up at 4:30 to do my half hour of meditation. Lola wanted to go out at 6 am today, and after I opened the door for her I fell back asleep. I remember dreaming, however, that I would get my meditation done while I was asleep.
Waking Dream: Dream Conference Corridors
(Sunday, July 14, 2013) The first night at Kerkrade, Netherlands, at the Rolduc Abbey, I was awakened by marching feet, moving rhythmically down the long corridor. Each footstep rattled the double locks in the metal bedroom doors.
At the 2013 conference in Virginia Beach, I was awakened several times the second night by male revelers in the hall, shouting and slamming doors. I didn’t recognize the language they spoke. I was certain it was not European. For some reason I thought it was African. I later learned from John, our guide on the dolphin kayak trip, that if you paddle out too far into the ocean, the currents will take you to Africa.
The first night I slept peacefully and had a lovely dream of holding a newborn baby in my arms. I was both mother and child.
Waking Dream: Accepted by the Dolphin Pod
(Sunday, July 14, 2013) The sweetest memory from the 2013 Dream Conference was when Bonnie and I went kayaking with the dolphins. The weather was perfect, the sea was gentle and warm. Our guide John told us we were traveling in a pod of about 250 Bottlenose Dolphins: newborn babies, bulls and cows. He told us that if we paddled without striking our oars on the side of the kayak that the pod would come to accept us.
It was true. They started swimming closer and closer, popping up from under the surface to give us one curious eye, then dipping back down beneath the waves. At times they were only five or so feet away from our kayak. John explained that the sea below us was full of dolphins and that we were seeing just a few of them above the water. I am still under their spell.
Our guide, a young Christian pastor, was quite the suitable companion for such a mystical experience. I had the sense, the whole time in Virginia, of being a player in a scene from the film “Brother Where Art Thou.” Everywhere we went folks were god blessing us and wishing us a “blessed day.”
