posted May 14, 2014 03:00 PM            

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Originally posted by Ra:
The 4/23 future NYC dream ...

There is uncertainty and perhaps fear concerning changes in your future (futuristic NYC). Associated with this uncertainty are oppressive feelings, lack or loss of personal power/authority over the direction of your life (robot police) and the loss of personal freedom (jailed). Perhaps you feel as if your life is on automatic pilot, like you are just going through the motions with no real control (robots/cylon). It is suggested you have hidden these feelings from yourself (no evidence/unfamiliar with rebellion).

Subconsciously (underground cave) you are split. On one level, you are receptive and grounded (moss/flowers/mud), but in another part of your subconscious (separate room) is where the uncertainty and confusion exist. This is the part where you are in "rebellion", concerned about your power being undermined or diminished (President underground/working behind the scenes).

But all of these negative feelings are just part of the story, as you probably have feelings of excitement and anticipation as well. This dream is simply dealing with the subconscious fears/concerns, and not all-encompassing.

Make any sense?

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Absolutely. I've been realizing in the last couple weeks how stressful this move really is for me. Before that I was mostly worried about my son and how he'd deal with it. I've been worrying lately because I'm going to be a stay at home mom for a year or two after working for the past 9 years. I worry about money dynamics because I feel bad enough spending money on myself but I'll feel worse about asking my husband for money to buy myself something. I tend to be very independent. He makes WAY more money than I do but I want to make sure I pay my way, so to speak. So now, I make my own money, I pay my credit card and my student loan and if I want something I get it and that's that.

Don't misunderstand - I'm EXCITED about moving and a new house and a new area and being able to stay home to help my son with school work - I just have my worries.

That and we are starting a new business in the next year or two and that is exciting but terrifying!

posted May 14, 2014 05:14 PM            

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Originally posted by Ra:
Your son missing dream from 5/01 ...

Years ago, when your son was just a tot, I remember interpreting a few dreams for you which to me suggested that your son has a very special nature, both genetically and spiritually. I think you may have been concerned about his development in some way at that time. (Are you still concerned? )

Anyway, I think this dream kind of hints at an aspect of his special nature (whether he is aware of it or not). To me, the dream is a reflection of an astral experience in which you were astrally looking for him (on an unconscious level) but could not find him, which is usually not a problem. He was astrally traveling beyond your perceived reach, in a place unknown to you. And I love the time reference, as that sort of time distortion is typical in the Astral Realms.

See what I mean? I may be wrong, but that is basically what it looks like to me.

Combining the astral perspective with "real world" issues could make sense of the dream.

Thoughts?

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Yes, that makes sense. He really is a unique kid. Well, now he's 15, but really different in a lot of ways. No, I'm not concerned by his development anymore, per se. I'm worried about his grades sometimes and how to best help him navigate that. He can be very sensitive and that worries me sometimes because the world can be a rough and mean place. He is SO sweet.

posted June 05, 2014 11:44 AM            

In my dream last night I suddenly remembered that I had another baby boy. I was so confused because I didn't understand how I had forgotten that. I had a baby boy and I didn't know where he went or what happened to him. I was momentarily happy because that meant I had two children and I knew my son would be very excited to find out he had a baby brother. But then I was just confused and sad and frantic because I could remember giving birth to this baby but I didn't remember anything afterwards or where to begin looking for him.

posted November 14, 2014 11:53 AM            

I could hear ships in the distance. Big ones. Maybe cruise liners or tankers or big yachts.

This light appeared in front of my face. It was probably half the size of my head and looked like a twinkling little star. It dove under the water. I held my breath and followed it. It went down down down and everything was so dark.

Laying on the bottom of the ocean was a sailboat. It was probably 25 to 45 feet long. I came across the bow first. It had been there a while but it didn't look damaged. It was as though it was intended to be there - like it was half submarine although it just looked like a boat.

The little light flew / swam / zoomed around the boat and it was like the boat woke up. All sorts of sediment that had settled on it shook off and the boat moved up out of the seafloor and towards the surface. I followed though I was a bit slower.

posted November 19, 2014 04:30 AM            

I think Love&Light is on to it.

This dream is akin to the "night-time sea journey" archetypal motif, which is related to the theme of death/rebirth, and represents a state of emotional confusion, depression, and/or separation of your inner/outer Self.

Here we find you in an isolated, separated, and confused state of being, in the midst of basic opposing forces - dark/light, down/up - indicating movement through change in your waking life. But the change is in a positive direction … there is darkness before the light, and you go down before rising upward. As deep as you may go, there is a way up and out. From the depths you will arise with new wind in your sails. The little light is a divine/heavenly spark sent to guide you and remind you that there is a Plan.

You will not "bob around in the ocean forever, you know."

posted November 24, 2014 08:31 PM            

Thank you!! I knew when I woke up that it felt like an important dream. This dream followed a week or two of really vague, foggy, clips of dreams -- and while awake I felt like my head was in a fish bowl. I was super antsy and felt like I should be doing something but I didn't know what.

posted December 03, 2014 11:12 AM            

I looked out the window and we were passing 23rd street. I told him "I have to put my shoes on."

He offered to help and looked around but there were no shoes. I told him "no, no, like this."

I picked up a twig on the floor of the bus and held it up to the bottom of my foot. At first it didn't do anything but then the twig sprouted and these little branches and vines erupted from it, circling between my toes and feet and created a sandal - complete with little leaves and flowers on the top. I picked up another twig and did the same for my other foot. The left foot had reddish flowers and the right foot had white flowers.

posted December 04, 2014 11:50 AM            

In front of each of us were two white buckets of different brightly coloured powdered pigments. I had bright pink and purple. He had yellow and blue. The other guys had green and red.

We all started throwing handfuls of our pigments at each other, but we did it carefully, making sure to only get it on each other's shirts even though the powders were very very messy.

It was entertaining to watch different pigments mix and to sort of make a mess of the others but I felt like they were missing the bigger picture. They weren't letting go with wild abandon and just having real fun. They were being too reserved.

So, although I was mildly concerned the dark-haired man would think I was off my rocker, I decided it was worth it. I grabbed my bucket of deep purple pigment and just tossed the entire thing into the air over my head and drenched myself with it.

The other three stared at me a few moments and then the dark-haired man started laughing. I mean, full belly laughs that bent him over where he was sitting. He was absolutely surprised and joyful.

Then we were standing by his car, I was still covered in purple. He offered to drive me to my hotel but his car was brand new and white. I told him I didn't want to make a mess of his interior. He didn't care, insisted he take me anyway. But, I was adamant that I take the bus and meet him in downtown Berlin that way.

posted December 09, 2014 04:42 AM            

Who do you think the dark-haired man is, or what does he represent? What do you think or feel about him?

What comes to mind when you think "New York"?

What comes to mind when you think "Berlin"?

For more than a decade you have been posting dreams here, and a healthy percentage of them have included New York and Berlin. I have always made certain assumptions about them, but had I been doing my job properly we would know definitively what they mean when they appear. They are part of your personal dream vocabulary and reflections of your psyche's landscape. I would like to nail them down, wouldn't you?

While we're at it, let's figure out the bus, too, as it has appeared just as often. You must have ridden the bus a lot in NYC. When you think about riding the bus, what comes to mind? Anything in particular? It often has to do with our social or public interactions, but for you it may be the same thing as a car, a means for getting from A to B.

What do you think?

posted December 09, 2014 10:57 AM            

I know exactly who the dark man is but I didn't want to be that specific now that some people know me on Facebook. I'd be happy to PM your or something and tell you. He's shown up before in my dreams.

New York. Well, that's a tough one. I lived there for 12 years - during my mid teens to late 20's and before that I was visiting there every summer since I was 7 years old. I love love love NYC. I would likely never live there again by choice because my life is so different now but it holds a special place in my heart. It's a very raw city and there are a lot of positives and negatives there but the underlying energy of it is what I like.

Berlin. Well, I've only been there once in 2004 but I had always wanted to go there before that and I'm hoping to again in the next few years. Whether it's related to the fact that I think I had a past life in Germany, I don't know. But I will say, on my first night there, after 24 hours of traveling, a concert, drinking with new friends all night, not speaking a word of German, I walked through the streets of Berlin tipsy at 3am alone and ended up back at my hotel miles away without a wrong turn.

Busses: Yes, when I lived in NYC I was either on the busses or the subway all the time. In fact, I didn't learn how to drive a car until I was in my late 20's when I moved out of NY. Busses and subways were my only mode of transportation besides walking. I dream about subways quite a bit but for some reason those dreams don't usually affect me enough to write down. It's usually busses.

posted December 09, 2014 11:49 AM            

I was in New York City (haha! As usual). I was near my son’s daycare. In the dream he was only about 5 or 6 years old and I had been gone since he was a toddler - thought in the dream I kept saying I was gone for 6 years. His age didn’t quite match up but it’s a dream what are you going to do? Regardless, he remembered me from when he was an infant / toddler. I had been gone because I had been in jail for murder - falsely accused btw - for killing several people.

I had escaped somehow because that would normally be several life sentences. Anyway, I went to the daycare to see him and at first the caregivers refused but since I had been charged with murder I just pretended to be threatening and they gave in. OHHH such joy seeing my little boy again. I was SO HAPPY. He was happy but confused and a little reserved. The daycare class was heading somewhere, I think to school, and we had to take the bus which was a city bus. Again, the caregivers didn’t want me to go but I insisted. My son didn’t want to sit next to me at first but I insisted and found two seats in the back for us. The bus started and it was a very very long ride. I chatted with my son quite a bit just about how he was doing, some of his resentment at having to travel so long to school because I wasn’t there, etc. and some time during this conversation it was realized that I wasn’t in jail where I should be not because I had been released but because I was dead. I was a ghost.

The bus stopped at one point, police surrounded it because the caregivers had called them regarding me. I put my shoes on and told my son I loved him so very very much but that I had to go. The police couldn’t see me since I was just a ghost. I got off the bus so my son could continue to school. I was walking the streets, I remember seeing an old man that was also a ghost. He was talking to someone he had known in life. I suppose doing the same thing I was doing.

Suddenly, I was on another bus, sitting in the back again with my husband. I was telling him I had been back too many times and this was the last time I was permitted to come back. So I was in this race against time as a ghost to do whatever I was going to do or say. I was trying with my iPad to set up a file of a bunch of pictures into photo albums for my son to see later. I was emailing people to say goodbye and that I loved them, etc. That took up an inordinate amount of time. The bus was driving all over the city and I was trying to hurry. It was sort of frustrating with the touch pad screen.

My husband asked, as we reached the river if anything looked differently to me since time was running out.

So far, everything seemed normal except the sky. I told him so. It was evening and I could see so many stars and I pointed to everything I could see. “There’s Saturn, there’s Jupiter, I don’t know what planet that is because it’s bigger than Jupiter and that’s not really possible is it?” The planets were HUGE in the sky but only I could see them given my state of being. And when I looked the other direction in the sky there was what I thought at first was the Milky Way but then realized it was somewhere else. This cluster of stars - another galaxy but it was so bright and surprisingly colorful.

posted December 11, 2014 04:41 AM            

So, NYC is "home" (because that's where your heart is), comfort, nostalgia, and a generally positive place within the architecture of your psyche.

Riding the bus seems to simply be the way you get around your dreamscapes. For you, I don't know that this represents anything in particular. It is just part of NYC.

Berlin has connections with the past and/or past life influence. But it feels like there is something more to it, something veiled and mysterious. Maybe desire, or secrets, or metaphysical energies. What part of you, of your psyche, does Berlin represent? Do you think it is just past-life influence?

When I think of Germany or Berlin I think of my own past-life there, and thanks to you, I also think of Alphaville. I tend to want to make that connection with your dreams when you mention Berlin or some mysterious stranger, as in these dreams, but don't want to project my feelings on your stuff.

So yes, I would love to know about the dark-haired man. E-mail or PM through Facebook would be fine. I don't get around on Facebook too much, but I'll keep my eyes open.

By the way, how long ago did you move from NYC?

Oh, and that last dream is pretty interesting. I'll get to it as soon as I can.

posted December 13, 2014 12:33 AM            

This dream is about the natural, magical (twig into shoe transformation), soul ("sole" of foot) connection you have with this person. It is about the reawakening/reanimation (twig erupts in growth) of certain energies within yourself and your life, the "feelings", the magic, the mystery you have been missing, and waiting for ("I waited because I had a feeling).

That's the gist of it.

posted December 13, 2014 12:34 AM            

In this context, the dream could suggest that your initial reaction is to be "careful" or reserved while retaining a certain playful innocence. Uncontrolled energies, and the mixing of them, could get "very messy" on certain levels. The dream suggests, however, that your underlying desire is to open up and let go (toss purple pigment in air).

But this desire creates an internal conflict. Do you follow your desire and risk "making a mess" (by accepting a ride in the white car), or do you play it safe, taking a more familiar route and staying in your comfort zone (take the bus)? You do not want to "make a mess" (adamantly take bus) but you do want to maintain the connection (meet in Berlin).

It is all very conflicting and confusing (searching for right bus/maps don't make sense/frustrated).

What do you think?

posted December 16, 2014 11:59 AM            

I apologize for the barrage of dreams lately. They are coming hard and fast these days.

*btw, I sent you another FB message that you may be entertained by*