Dreams are wonderfully mysterious and amazing. Some dreams have a lasting impact, and stand out in my mind no matter how distant. Some say your dreams are interesting only to you, and if you agree with that, then this piece might not be for you. I've had my share of the classic naked-in-public dreams. I have had several bizarro surfing dreams, but last night I was shredding! Yeeaah! Here are my eight most memorable dreams to date:
The oldest dream I still vividly remember is from my early childhood. I was a baby humpback whale, swimming the seas with my mother. We swam too close to shore, and she became stuck by a pier as the tide was going out. She told me to swim back out to deeper water. I did not want to leave her, and I became extremely sad. She insisted firmly that I go, and finally I did. Deep sorrow overwhelmed me at the loss of my mother.
Hundreds of strangers and I were taken down through a tunnel into an underground cavern. We were lined up, and incredibly confused. One by one, people were put in front of a panel of "experts" to be judged on how we were doing in life. The wait was long. Then I saw the meek, young girl ahead of me get fatally shot. I realized they were damn serious as I tried to breathe. My turn. I stood in the center of the cave facing eight judges. They said I was doing "alright" at life. Whew! I was not shot. Danny Kass was on the panel. He urged me passionately to "Go to Mt. Shasta!" Bear in mind that I a.) vaguely know who he is, b.) vaguely know where that is, and c.) this dream was in 2006, and I have yet to go to Mt. Shasta, but I will Danny, I will.
Bob Dylan and I were hanging out in an unfamiliar, old farmhouse. We shared a deep affinity, as we sat close, talking for hours. He started playing his guitar and singing/talking with me. I felt a profound love for him. Suddenly he began to dissolve before my eyes. I was shocked and seriously saddened.
Walking in a lush, serene park, I was surrounded by luscious, vibrant grass, and sunbeams streaking through a variety of tall trees. I began to float up, and became nervous I might fall. Breathing and relaxing, I realized that I was controlling it with my mind. I freed myself up, and floated joyfully. I floated over to a beautiful coconut palm tree, and hugged it with my arms and legs. I could feel the texture, strength, flexibility, and energy of the swaying palm. Then I floated on. I have delighted in abundant dream floating. The scenes are always different, but my thought pattern is the same: I'm nervous until I realize that I am in control, then I let go and enjoy. Similar are my breathing underwater dreams. I am swimming and really want to breathe. I accidentally inhale a little bit, and panic at first. Then I realize I am fine. So I allow myself to breathe freely, and it feels marvelous. The magic is in believing.
One night I was walking through an enchanted forest, when I came upon a beautiful, big, white sheep. He was quite friendly, and told me to climb aboard for a ride. He felt fluffy-soft, thick, and strong. We came to a clearing where a fairy festival was taking place. He invited me to join the party with he and his friends. It was a magical place with dancing animals, sparkling fairies, sweet treats, and copious merriment.
Recently I dreamt I was talking to a modern guru in his kitchen, and he was showing me his new website that was supposed to bring "help" to many people. The fancy site was all about him. When I clicked on the tab for the "help", it was a simple page that looked like a silent film screen. In large, bold, old-fashioned letters it stated: YOU'RE NOT ALLOWING. I scoffed, and told him that wasn't very helpful. I was so disappointed. Later on (still dreaming), I realized he was right. Everything that isn't going "our way" is because we're not allowing it to. HA! Sweet!
Right after my father crossed over, I had many dreams about him. In a few of them he was covertly checking in on me. In this one, I am walking in a city, when I become aware that someone is watching me. I spot a man in a long, dark coat and stylish hat peeking at me from under his brim. He seems to be grinning, then disappears into a passing crowd. I dart around people attempting to catch him. I come upon him facing me, and say, "Is that you, Dad? It is! Oh I am so happy to see you!" He acts stealthfully, and takes me to a lovely, colonial-style home. I am overjoyed to be with him, and start talking his head off about my life since he's been gone. He is listening and pacing around, acting a bit paranoid. I catch my rambling and say, "Oh — you already know all of this. You watch over me, don't you?" He replied, "When I can. They don't always leave the green wires connected." CREEPY!
Then there was that super sexy one featuring Sting, but some people don't like me to mention that... The night before 9.11 I dreamt that my mother gave me a small airplane. Using the long driveway of her rural cabin as a runway, I excitedly took her up in it. We were happily soaring over corn fields, when suddenly a huge, shiny, mirrored skyscraper appeared out of nowhere. I became panic-stricken trying to avoid the building, but felt certain we were going to hit it. The dream that followed included me being yelled at by angry Arabs. Interesting!
The oldest dream I still vividly remember is from my early childhood. I was a baby humpback whale, swimming the seas with my mother. We swam too close to shore, and she became stuck by a pier as the tide was going out. She told me to swim back out to deeper water. I did not want to leave her, and I became extremely sad. She insisted firmly that I go, and finally I did. Deep sorrow overwhelmed me at the loss of my mother.
Hundreds of strangers and I were taken down through a tunnel into an underground cavern. We were lined up, and incredibly confused. One by one, people were put in front of a panel of "experts" to be judged on how we were doing in life. The wait was long. Then I saw the meek, young girl ahead of me get fatally shot. I realized they were damn serious as I tried to breathe. My turn. I stood in the center of the cave facing eight judges. They said I was doing "alright" at life. Whew! I was not shot. Danny Kass was on the panel. He urged me passionately to "Go to Mt. Shasta!" Bear in mind that I a.) vaguely know who he is, b.) vaguely know where that is, and c.) this dream was in 2006, and I have yet to go to Mt. Shasta, but I will Danny, I will.
Bob Dylan and I were hanging out in an unfamiliar, old farmhouse. We shared a deep affinity, as we sat close, talking for hours. He started playing his guitar and singing/talking with me. I felt a profound love for him. Suddenly he began to dissolve before my eyes. I was shocked and seriously saddened.
Walking in a lush, serene park, I was surrounded by luscious, vibrant grass, and sunbeams streaking through a variety of tall trees. I began to float up, and became nervous I might fall. Breathing and relaxing, I realized that I was controlling it with my mind. I freed myself up, and floated joyfully. I floated over to a beautiful coconut palm tree, and hugged it with my arms and legs. I could feel the texture, strength, flexibility, and energy of the swaying palm. Then I floated on. I have delighted in abundant dream floating. The scenes are always different, but my thought pattern is the same: I'm nervous until I realize that I am in control, then I let go and enjoy. Similar are my breathing underwater dreams. I am swimming and really want to breathe. I accidentally inhale a little bit, and panic at first. Then I realize I am fine. So I allow myself to breathe freely, and it feels marvelous. The magic is in believing.
One night I was walking through an enchanted forest, when I came upon a beautiful, big, white sheep. He was quite friendly, and told me to climb aboard for a ride. He felt fluffy-soft, thick, and strong. We came to a clearing where a fairy festival was taking place. He invited me to join the party with he and his friends. It was a magical place with dancing animals, sparkling fairies, sweet treats, and copious merriment.
Recently I dreamt I was talking to a modern guru in his kitchen, and he was showing me his new website that was supposed to bring "help" to many people. The fancy site was all about him. When I clicked on the tab for the "help", it was a simple page that looked like a silent film screen. In large, bold, old-fashioned letters it stated: YOU'RE NOT ALLOWING. I scoffed, and told him that wasn't very helpful. I was so disappointed. Later on (still dreaming), I realized he was right. Everything that isn't going "our way" is because we're not allowing it to. HA! Sweet!
Right after my father crossed over, I had many dreams about him. In a few of them he was covertly checking in on me. In this one, I am walking in a city, when I become aware that someone is watching me. I spot a man in a long, dark coat and stylish hat peeking at me from under his brim. He seems to be grinning, then disappears into a passing crowd. I dart around people attempting to catch him. I come upon him facing me, and say, "Is that you, Dad? It is! Oh I am so happy to see you!" He acts stealthfully, and takes me to a lovely, colonial-style home. I am overjoyed to be with him, and start talking his head off about my life since he's been gone. He is listening and pacing around, acting a bit paranoid. I catch my rambling and say, "Oh — you already know all of this. You watch over me, don't you?" He replied, "When I can. They don't always leave the green wires connected." CREEPY!
Then there was that super sexy one featuring Sting, but some people don't like me to mention that... The night before 9.11 I dreamt that my mother gave me a small airplane. Using the long driveway of her rural cabin as a runway, I excitedly took her up in it. We were happily soaring over corn fields, when suddenly a huge, shiny, mirrored skyscraper appeared out of nowhere. I became panic-stricken trying to avoid the building, but felt certain we were going to hit it. The dream that followed included me being yelled at by angry Arabs. Interesting!
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