oneiros

I am in a space ship.  I have been traveling for a long time.  There are three of us on the journey.  The inside of the ship is a bit like a house only the gravity control has gone down and so we are floating.  I go to sleep a bit worried that we may be in this condition for the duration of our lives.  The ship is being piloted by artificial intelligence I guess.  I'm aware that no human is captaining but I totally trust the navigation process.  I awaken and pull the curtains back to see that I am approaching the surface of a planet just before dawn.  It's beautiful.  We are arriving above a shallow ocean.  I see large satellite towers with white disks angled toward the sky.  Amidst the ocean waves there are beautiful creatures diving in and out of the surf.  At first they look to be whales, but as I approach I realize that they are fully sentient beings temporarily adapted to water movement.  They are about the same he...

I am in Alaska I think.  There are whales.  Whales who sometimes have to embody as humans.  I am at a station of sorts and there is a deep underground tunnel (not so much a tunnel as it goes nearly straight down via a spiral stair case).  This tunnel opens onto a view of the moon that is unparalleled from what I am told.  I begin the descent.  One of the docents tells me to turn right when the time comes otherwise you come up at an easier vantage but not nearly as spectacular.  I descend.  Soon I am just gliding down the central pole that holds the spiral stairs in place.  There are sights along the way.  Areas for kids to stop and play.  I realize that few people come this far.  I keep going and become a bit frightened by the notion that I could easily be buried alive deep beneath the earth.  Than the thought occurs to me that sometimes in order to see the moon fully you have to enter deep, deep into the earth.

I am carrying this man over my shoulder.  He reminds me of Bradley Cooper and Maverick, I lay him down on the bed.  (Back story: I like this man.  He has been very flirtatious with me and he interests me).  As I lay him down his face grimaces and I can see he is in pain.  I ask what's wrong and he says I hurt him here (pointing to his shoulder) when I touched him.  He is very matter of fact and begins to writhe around bones cracking, joints dislocating and relocating.  I realize he has some condition, a very painful condition and it is easy to hurt him.  I think of David and his pain and wounds and history.  I think of me.  I tell the man that I might not be a good fit for him because I grew up with lots of brothers and he may need someone to keep him safe (live in a bubble) and I'm more likely to say, "Stand up and pull your shit together man".  He says, "That is just the kind of person I need.  That is why I like you". ...

This was a four tiered dream: Tier one: I am trapped in a cabin with all the people I love and the door is blocked by an enormous grizzly bear wearing a white mask.  I am utterly terrified to the point of inactivity.  A voice enters the dream and says, "You are dreaming. You have a choice. You can step outside and face the fear." I am too frightened and I can't. Dream fades into... Tier two: I am being hunted down, there are people trying to kill me.  I am terrified beyond reason. A voice enters the dream and says, "You are dreaming. You have a choice. You can step outside and face the fear." I am too frightened and I can't.  Dream fades into... Tier three: There are aliens they are here to harm us or kill us or do some sort of bodily damage.  My heart is breaking.  I am so frightened and scared.  A voice enters the dream and says, "You are dreaming. You have a choice. You can step outside and face the fear." I am too frightened and ...

I am at this incredible ashram in the mountains.  It is sunny and warm with light streaming in and people busily and happily moving from place to place.  I am walking on a dirt path that winds its way up the mountain.  Everything here is aesthetically lovely.  To my left there is a great central meeting place where food is prepared and shared.  There are communal living quarters for the families who stay and work all the time.  There are photos of mothers nursing and multigenerational images of families.  There is none of the spiritual pretense often oozing out of ashrams, everyone just is...in a very open and complete and uninhibited way.  I continue walking up the path and see small single room dwellings that are simply stunning, with beautiful tilings, large windows opening onto breathtaking vistas, pouring in sunshine and life.  I pass one room that is very small, with no running water, a small bed, a simple porcelain sink, carried wat...

My teacher is seated at a round table in a kitchen that seems enclosed but really extends into the world beyond where there are trees and also a small dirt path Winding to the left with a young girl walking on it.  I am on the phone with my mom.  I seem to be so preoccupied with a very superficial conversation that I am ignoring my teacher's presence.  I am almost "acting" the part of a conversation, laughing loudly and appearing very interested in the nonsense I am talking about.  When I hang up the phone I apologize for not noticing that she was waiting for me.  The apology is too profuse, almost put on and overdone. My teacher says nothing but begins opening a white bag in which are small objects wrapped in white tissue.  I am so preoccupied with my apology (which even to me sounds disingenuous) that I never see any of these gifts unwrapped.  My teacher doesn't leave.  She sits at the table.  She isn't impatient nor irritated but I think ...

My teacher came into my dream.  I don't remember seeing her..perhaps I just spoke to her. She asked, "Does Bodhi fish?"  I said , "yes". "Does Bodhi like fish?" I said, "yes". I asked, "What do you have in your mind?" And my teacher began audibly breathing a slow rhythmic breath.  In and out.  Permeating the dream until I awoke.