posted May 27, 2002 11:13 AM         

I was in a hospital with my love, in some other country. It wasn’t clear what county it was, or why I was there. When it was time to go, we packed into a bus, and headed out, for the airport, supposedly. Not too far away, it became clear that we were in a war-torn country, and that it was sure doom for us to be on the bus. Buses were getting bombed left and right. The road ahead was completely blocked with blown up buses and cars. We abandoned the bus, and somehow acquired bikes. I had my bike, and my love somehow had acquired one. We started out through the side streets, wanting to get back to the hospital. It soon turned worse for us, because a car was driving around, bombing anyone on the street, and targeting bikes particularly (somehow, we knew this). So, I saw a fence under some bushes, and was attempting to lock my bike to it, when a lady came running up, with a car behind her. She said something like, “you better get indoors, NOW!”, then ran into a building across the street. We followed, abandoning my bike.
The building turned out to be a clinic, and for a moment, it felt safe. It was run-down and filled with people in various needs. We had only sat for a minute, when the lights went out, and a nurse cried out, “no, not us!” We then ran back out into the street. A gang of thugs had found my bike, and I knew not to say a word to them as we passed. We soon were faced with the bomb car again, and this time, out of desperation, we ran into the yard of one of the many houses that lined the street. A dog was there, and he was not friendly. However, the fear of the car outweighed the fear of the dog, and I just curled up in the dirt driveway, and waited for dog to attack. He did not attack me; instead, he started to bury me! Then, his owner came out of her house, and was kind enough to invite us in. She had a very sparse home, but it was safe. She had two very beautiful little girls, and I felt so sad for them that they had to grow up in such distress. We asked her if she could take us to the hospital, and what she would need in return. She said she would have to have gas for her car, and an apple for her daughters. I told her the money was not a problem – we had money. But, I couldn’t guarantee an apple. We certainly would try to get her one once we got to the hospital! She agreed to take us.
And that is when my real life kids started yelling from their bedroom, waking me up. I refused to jump out of bed, wanting to at least hold on to this dream long enough to remember it. So, here is my dream, one that I was able to remember! What do you make of it, Ra? Or anyone else?

Love and Light
Infinity

posted May 27, 2002 12:52 PM         

And I don't think it is a physical healing, but something on the deep personal or spiritual level.

But RA will have much more to say. I'm probably not even close...but that was the first thoughts that hit me when I read this.

posted May 27, 2002 04:58 PM         

Hospital in some foreign country - could represent some unknown or unconscious aspect of your relationship that needs fixing/healing. Feels karmic.

Headed for airport on bus - group activity leading towards a change in said activity, a change in direction (lower to higher?) or perhaps an opportunity to go "elsewhere."

Before this can occur, there are blocks which must be overcome, that can not be hidden from, as YIVY said. The "war-torn" country is a torn aspect of the relationship you have, probably a subtlty at the moment because of it's unconscious nature, and it feels like something karmic that was just waiting to surface at the right time.

The group is abandoned (bus) and you now seek the hospital, not the airport. This suggests the need for individual healing (bikes), not something that will be fascilitated by the group path/energy.

There will be healing on many levels - "get inside", "out in streets", "houses" and "yards" lining the street, etc. All of these suggest issues that are relatively unknown to the waking consciousness at this time, but will surface/are surfacing. Again, there is a karmic type of feel to this.

It is suggested that there will come a time when you be faced with some serious choice (car or dog?) which will force you to confront some unconscious material. This could lead to the end/death of (being buried) the material and the forthcoming healing of it (the woman and her "safe" house).

Healing can certainly take place at this point, but you - both of you - must provide the motivation to do so (gas). Infinity - did you grow up in some sort of distress? Something that could have halted the growth of the "little girl" in you? This seems to be suggested and is what needs to be healed, to grow (apple). So it seems that motivation (gas) is not going to be the problem, but recognition of the true cost of the healing (not sure about getting apple), true recognition of the energies driving the process (apple) may be the eventual obstacle.

How do you think the dream could have ended? Do you think you could have obtained an apple for the woman's children? Do you think there would have been difficulty? Do you think you would have purchased it, like you were going to with the gas?

Healing to be done, for sure. But seeing the cause of it, and thus to truly heal it, difficult.

Ring any bells?

posted May 27, 2002 07:36 PM         

Love and Light,
Infinity

posted May 27, 2002 07:39 PM         

Peace,
Infinity

posted June 02, 2002 12:08 AM         

Love and Light,
Infinity