Driving on a narrow road I realize that I've wandered off and into a field beside the road. The field is grassy and wet, with deep puddles covering most of it. I turn the car around and head back to the road. When I do, I see that the sky is dark with clouds but directly in front and above me there is an opening through which a bright light pours. The puddles in the field are illuminated with shiny reflections. I grab my camera and try to take a picture of the light but the clouds close again before I can get the picture composed. Nevertheless a very positive feel about the experience.
This is another one of the mystic light in an expanse of nature dreams. Oddly, they often involve a car. Am I trying to remember something? Could there be a specific experience behind these dreams? Each time they happen I feel that something significant is taking place, but beyond my understanding.
This afternoon I walked in the Bot Garden and spent half an hour or so sitting beside the river on a boulder, just listening to the nature sounds and enjoying the warm afternoon. The sense of peace felt related to last night's dream.
How can I get more of this?
11.13.2010
5.02.2010
Elephants from the land of the dead
Fragments from much greater complexity, but here's what I have:
I'm on the roof of a mobile home with someone else. I hear crying coming from inside and know that it is a younger Z, maybe 6 years old. I try to get down from the roof and help him, but there is a precipice next to the mobile home. Next scene, I half wake up and wonder if Z is, at that exact moment, unhappy about something in daily life. Slipping back into a dream, I find myself perched on the top of his yellow house, trying to guard him from I don't know what, something like Batman. After a bit this seems creepy and I move to the driveway. I begin to send a positive white energy field around the house. Some force tries to suck the good energy away, but I increase the intensity and, like a firehose, it is too much for the bad force. It is vanquished. I extend my energy field to S lying beside me and L in San Francisco. All is well.
Next part. I've been back asleep for a few hours. I dream that I am in a Mexican? South American? mountain village, staying in a cheap hotel. I leave the hotel and enter the house next door. Once inside it is revealed to be infinite in length, like a dark dusty horse arena. In the far distance I see a parade of elephants approaching. But not normal elephants, these are enormous, twenty times the usual size. As they get closer I see that they are decked out in spectacular adornments, like a circus elephant. Somehow I know that they come from the land of the dead. (The day before S and I had passed a funeral cortege, complete with a horse drawn hearse. I had taken pictures of the horses.)
I walk back outside and find a family of peasants trying to make a garden in the street. They have brought in dirt to half-cover the cobblestones. A woman and a small child work the soil. The father, a wiry middle-aged man who smokes a cigarette, speaks to me in Spanish, then French. He says: "Now you're finally alive."
I wake.
I'm on the roof of a mobile home with someone else. I hear crying coming from inside and know that it is a younger Z, maybe 6 years old. I try to get down from the roof and help him, but there is a precipice next to the mobile home. Next scene, I half wake up and wonder if Z is, at that exact moment, unhappy about something in daily life. Slipping back into a dream, I find myself perched on the top of his yellow house, trying to guard him from I don't know what, something like Batman. After a bit this seems creepy and I move to the driveway. I begin to send a positive white energy field around the house. Some force tries to suck the good energy away, but I increase the intensity and, like a firehose, it is too much for the bad force. It is vanquished. I extend my energy field to S lying beside me and L in San Francisco. All is well.
Next part. I've been back asleep for a few hours. I dream that I am in a Mexican? South American? mountain village, staying in a cheap hotel. I leave the hotel and enter the house next door. Once inside it is revealed to be infinite in length, like a dark dusty horse arena. In the far distance I see a parade of elephants approaching. But not normal elephants, these are enormous, twenty times the usual size. As they get closer I see that they are decked out in spectacular adornments, like a circus elephant. Somehow I know that they come from the land of the dead. (The day before S and I had passed a funeral cortege, complete with a horse drawn hearse. I had taken pictures of the horses.)
I walk back outside and find a family of peasants trying to make a garden in the street. They have brought in dirt to half-cover the cobblestones. A woman and a small child work the soil. The father, a wiry middle-aged man who smokes a cigarette, speaks to me in Spanish, then French. He says: "Now you're finally alive."
I wake.
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