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posted October 12, 2020 03:54 AM            

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I finally understand the meaning of a series of strange and powerful dreams from when I was in college.
Dream # 1:
I’m walking on my way to work when I notice a food truck I’ve never seen before. I walk up and order the only thing they’re serving: A bowl of the most delicious curry (or stew) my mind’s eye has ever tasted — the only thing it has ever tasted, in point of fact (do other people eat and taste things in their dreams?).
It left me feeling satiated but craving more at the same time; I wanted so badly to be able to cook up a pot of this stew (or curry) whenever I felt like it... so I went out in search of that elusive secret ingredient.
I found it in a strange little hodgepodge of a vaguely Oriental market— the other inexplicable addition to the otherwise true-to-life dreamscape of the town I lived in. The shelves of this store were stuffed with a mixture of groceries and trinkets and valuable antiques... and there above me, balanced across the rafters, was the thing I had been looking for: an enormous root vegetable at least the size of a human torso. I got it down somehow and dusted it off, but then to my dismay I realized that there was a little paper tag affixed to it with string — and the price written on it was astronomical.
Not only could I not afford it; its size was frankly a hindrance as well. How would I get it home? And how long would it take to eat that much? What if it started to spoil once I sliced it open? No wonder that dude had to open a food truck, if you have to go through all that every time you’re craving curry (or stew)!
Regretfully, I put it back... spent a few minutes talking to the shopkeeper, and went on my way. I thought about stopping by the food truck for another bowl of stew (or curry) to take home for dinner— but I was not a bit surprised to find it gone when I passed that way again.
I woke up with the flavor and texture of this meal still lingering in my mouth; I racked my brain for days trying to figure out the mystery of that secret ingredient that was so familiar.
Eventually I let go of it, and after about a month the answer finally came to me in the produce aisle: Yucca root. I took the hint and bought some, but the meal I cooked with it was not delicious.

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posted October 12, 2020 04:12 AM            

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Dream #2:
Once again unique from any other dream: No set, no cast, no plot, no sense of me. Just a plant, roots and all, suspended in my vision. It was like a three-dimensional botanical illustration that could rotate or zoom in on any detail I chose to focus on.
I don’t know how long I was given to study this plant, but once again I woke up knowing that I should know the name of this familiar thing I had experienced.
Once again, it took at least a month before the answer came to me in the form of a thumbnail-sized sketch in a seed catalog: White sage.
I took the hint and bought both a smudge stick and some seeds, but the plants I grew didn’t survive the winter.

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posted October 12, 2020 05:13 AM            

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Dream #3: The strangest and most complicated by far. I had been reading Carlos Castaneda, and frankly most of it had passed right through leaving no impression on my mind: except one thing. As he is beginning his practice of conscious dreaming, Don Juan tells him that as soon as he realizes he is dreaming, the first thing he should do is look at his hands.
So in my dream, I find myself walking through a deserted city with a vaguely European feel to it. The buildings are elegant and imposing; there’s an empty fountain surrounded by wide cobblestone streets.
I enter a building, the only one around that seems to be occupied; apparently this is where I live. The lowest floor of the building is mostly taken up with a large bar and dining area. There’s a bit of a Wild West saloon atmosphere: it looks like this was once an elegant hotel, but there’s no management; we’re all squatters. Anyone can claim an empty room upstairs; someone might step behind the bar, pour themselves a drink, then linger there to chat and serve whoever comes by for an hour or so before unceremoniously wandering off.
So I’m sitting there at the bar with my drink, and I start to overhear snatches of conversation between two men sitting nearby. All of a sudden I realize they’re my enemies: they’re talking about the fact that a couple of my friends have been captured and arrested.
I listen quietly and follow them inconspicuously as they leave, then book it back to a different building— a safe house of some sort, where I go to share the news with whoever I find there.
This is a smaller building— a house, not a hotel — but it’s actually verging on crowded. We all gather on the landing of the staircase, and share a moment of silence in honor of our friends; somehow we all know that under this regime, whatever it is, capture and imprisonment is equivalent to death.
Among this gathering is one person I know in real life. As the moment concludes, everyone else begins talking and walking away, but he still stands there, not speaking. As I’m getting ready to depart, he leans down over the railing and silently gestures a request to light his cigarette. I try, but I’m fumbling awkwardly with it in the wrong hand. I wonder why; I wonder what else I’m holding that’s keeping me from using my dominant hand. I begin to look— and I wake up.
It took me a little over a decade to fully understand this one.

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posted October 12, 2020 06:19 AM            

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posted October 13, 2020 10:31 AM            

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Hi Chanterelle, how goes?
Those are intriguing scenarios. I understand you've already figured out what these dreams are about, so I guess you're not interested in interpretations but rather in sharing.
If you'd like to shed some light on these dreams and share your insights, you're more than welcome.

Thank you for sharing your dreams

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posted October 13, 2020 01:05 PM            

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So here’s my theory: When we have dreams that are obviously significant, it’s higher consciousness running a systems check on lower consciousness. Here’s what I feel like my mind was being tested for:
1. Receptivity
2. Sensory perception
3. Memory retention
4. Use of logical faculties
5. Pattern recognition
6. Willingness to act without attachment to results

This last step is the key. I’m pretty sure that if I had recognized the yucca root from my dream and then just shrugged it off, I wouldn’t have gotten a second one so soon. Or if I had done as I did the first time, but been disappointed when nothing special came of following that guidance, I probably wouldn’t have followed it unquestioningly the second time. And if I hadn’t gotten that third dream, it’s entirely possible that I would have found myself faced with the same real-life situation that led to (at least partially) understanding the third dream. But without that preparation, I quite likely would have turned my life upside down —
AND LEARNED NOTHING FROM IT!
Not to be cryptic or anything, but it’s a long story... it’s on my personal thread, if you want to hear it and comment away on the actual symbolism (real or dream).
BTW— I say ‘reprieve’ because I get the feeling that this might have been my last chance to get my life back on the right path... like I’ve been sleepwalking through the past ten years.

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posted October 13, 2020 05:04 PM            

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Where is your personal thread? I understand there is some kind of chain reaction, and it would be interesting to link the dots.

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posted October 13, 2020 05:18 PM            

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The ‘know two are alike’ section... I just kind of stumbled upon this site while trying to figure out what on earth was going on in my life, and it seemed like an ideal space for brain-dumping.

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posted October 15, 2020 08:29 AM            

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Thank you.

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